Lahat ng Kabanata ng A BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

"What are you hiding in there, Max?" I asked, my voice echoing slightly against the high vaulted ceiling of the grand corridor.Max paused halfway down the polished mahogany hallway, his broad shoulders tensing under his charcoal-grey suit jacket. He turned around slowly, his striking grey eyes narrowing into a playful yet guarded look. He walked back toward me, his heavy leather shoes clicking rhythmically against the expensive marble floor."Nothing for you to worry about, my love," Max replied, his deep voice smooth and calm as he reached out to tuck a stray lock of dark hair behind my ear. "It is just old storage from my father’s time. There is nothing in that wing except dust and old memories."I narrowed my eyes skeptically, crossing my arms over my chest. Ever since we returned from our victory in Monaco and settled back into our magnificent London estate, I could tell Max was holding something back. Whenever we walked past the heavy double doors at the end of the west wing, hi

"Move, Elena, and I swear to God I will bury you right here!" Max roared, his voice shaking with a terrifying fury that rattled the crystal glasses on the dining table.The blood-curdling scream echoing from the upstairs nursery shattered the heavy silence of the grand dining room like a falling boulder.My heart stopped beating for a terrifying fraction of a second. As Leslie, the devoted wife and mother who had fought tooth and nail alongside Max through every unimaginable storm, every maternal instinct in my body caught fire. I didn't care about Elena, I didn't care about the danger—my baby daughter Daisy was upstairs.'Daisy! Daisy, Mommy is coming!' I shrieked, my voice cracking as I spun around, desperate to rush toward the grand staircase.Before I could take a single step, Max’s strong arm shot out, pulling me tight against his solid chest while keeping his pistol rigidly aimed at Elena’s chest. His jaw was clenched so hard I thought his teeth might shatter, his stormy grey ey

"Disconnect the terminal, patch into her encryption grid, and override the dead-man switch before the countdown hits zero!" Max commanded, his voice slicing through the tense atmosphere of the war room.The glowing screens of the high-tech tactical monitors cast a harsh, ghostly blue light across the walls of the underground control bunker. Every second felt like an eternity, the digital clock on the central screen ticking down mercilessly toward disaster.I stood right beside Max at the main console, my hands clenched so tightly into fists that my fingernails dug deep into my palms. My heart pounded wildly against my ribs. As Leslie, the woman who had shared every triumph and every terrifying trial with Max, I knew we were standing at the edge of a razor-thin blade. If our tech team failed to bypass Elena’s encrypted dead-man switch, everything we loved would be reduced to ash."We are fighting triple-layer firewall protocols, Mr. Crane," one of the lead cyber-security specialists re

"Open your eyes and look at me, Max. Please tell me you are just sleeping." My voice cracked, tearing through the quiet darkness of our bedroom like broken glass.The digital clock on the bedside table glowed a harsh 3:14 AM. Just hours after our confrontation with Elena in the basement and the sweet, peaceful moments we shared holding Daisy in the nursery, my entire world came crashing down in a single, terrifying heartbeat.As Leslie, Max’s wife, I had learned to be strong. I had stood beside him against Victor Vance, survived kidnapping threats, and faced down cold-blooded corporate enemies. But nothing absolutely nothing could have prepared me for the nightmare unfolding right beside me in our bed.It started with a sudden, sharp gasp. I woke up instantly, my heart hammering against my ribs. Beside me, Max was thrashing violently against the silk sheets, his breathing coming in ragged, shallow gasps. Sweat poured down his face, soaking his dark hair, and his broad chest heaved as

As Richard and Marcus were escorted out of our study in handcuffs, the heavy cloud of tension finally began to lift from the room. The quiet, overwhelming reality of our victory washed over us.Max exhaled a long, steady breath, turning around to face me. The cold, ruthless billionaire facade vanished entirely, replaced by a profound, raw adoration as he pulled me fiercely into his arms."You were brilliant, Leslie," Max whispered against my hair, his voice thick with emotion. "You played your part to absolute perfection.""I learned from the best," I smiled, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck as we watched the doorway empty."I never expected to find my favorite granddaughter-in-law living under the thumb of my foolish grandson without my permission." An elegant, silver-haired older woman stepped out of the private elevator, her diamond-encrusted cane tapping sharply against the marble floor.The heavy oak doors of our private study had barely closed behind the federal marshals