Lahat ng Kabanata ng A BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 118

LESLIE’s POVMy heart sank. I remembered reading that tiny footnote in the old leather book, but I never thought anyone would ever buy fifty-one percent of public shares in a single day."So you see," Genevieve continued, stepping closer to me until I could smell her strong rose perfume. "In two hours, your little dream life as the billionaire's wife comes to an end. Max will be stripped of his title, his access cards, and his executive power. And you, my simple little Leslie, will go back to restoring old painting frames in your quiet little gallery."She reached out her gloved hand, aiming to touch the diamond necklace resting on my collarbone.Before her fingers could reach me, I reached up and caught her wrist in mid-air.Genevieve's eyes widened in total shock. She wasn't expecting a simple girl like me to stop her so fast."Do not touch me," I said, my voice dropping into a low, firm tone that sounded just as powerful as Max's. "And do not underestimate what I read in those arch

LESLIE’S POV"Make sure the edge of the blue velvet display cushion is completely flat, Maya," I said, pointing gently to the corner of the polished glass case in front of me. "The museum director said this 18th-century miniature portrait is extremely fragile. We cannot risk the frame slipping when the bright lights turn on for the charity gala tonight.""Of course, Mrs. Sterling," Maya replied quickly, smoothing down the soft fabric with her gloved hands. "Everything is set up according to your instructions. You have done an amazing job coordinating this whole restoration exhibition."I gave her a warm smile, but deep down inside my chest, a sudden wave of cold discomfort began to stir.It was mid-afternoon inside the grand main hall of the Manhattan National Gallery. Sunlight was pouring through the high arched glass ceiling, illuminating rows of gold-framed oil paintings, marble statues, and rows of pristine display cases. Everything looked peaceful, elegant, and perfectly organize

LESLIE’S POVI stood by the window inside the quiet study, staring out at the rain falling hard against the glass. The heavy wooden door clicked open, and Max walked into the room.The moment he stepped inside, I could feel the intense, dark energy surrounding him. His jaw was set tight, and his dark grey eyes were burning with a cold, terrifying anger. But as soon as his gaze landed on me, that harsh look softened just a fraction."Max," I whispered, taking a step toward him. "Is everything okay? I heard raised voices in the living room."Max didn't answer right away. He closed the distance between us in two long strides, reaching out to wrap his strong arms around my waist. He pulled me hard against his broad chest, burying his face into the side of my neck. He was holding me so tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go for even one second, I would vanish into thin air."Max?" I murmured softly, my hands coming up to stroke the back of his dark hair. "What happened with Grandmo

The silence inside the small cottage was heavy and suffocating. Marianne stood by the big bed, her heart pounding against her ribs as she looked down at Max’s sleeping face. Her hands were shaking, and her mind was a mess of fear and desire. Taking him to this hidden house after slipping a drug into his drink was a huge risk. But seeing him here—so close and completely helpless—gave her a rush of control. For the first time, Maximo Sterling was hers. He was far away from Genevieve’s dark plans and far away from Leslie.Suddenly, a sharp scraping sound came from the end of the dark hallway outside.Marianne froze. Her blood ran cold, and her eyes went wide with fear as she looked toward the thick wooden door. Had Genevieve’s men found her? Had Leslie figured out where Max was and tracked them down?Holding her breath, Marianne slipped off her shoes and walked quietly across the carpet to the door. She pressed her ear to the cold wood and listened. Outside, the wind blew hard through th