Alle Kapitel von The Billionaire's Unwritten Promises: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

She picked it up, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Who is this?""You need to leave the tri-state area, Marinette."The voice was low, strained, and entirely familiar. It was Christian, her father's former chief of security—the only man who had stayed loyal after her father passed."Christian," she breathed, sitting up on the sagging mattress. "Julian took everything. He had Damon McLoren waiting in my office.""I know. I'm watching the news feeds," Christian said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But it’s worse than you think. I just intercepted a transport manifest from McLoren Global. Damon isn't filing a custody suit, Marinette. He’s filed a restricted medical custody injunction under a loophole in the new corporate-governance laws. Because the child is the sole heir to both conglomerates, he's legally claiming you are an 'unfit incubator' due to the embezzlement allegations."Marinette’s blood turned to ice. "He's trying to take my baby before it's even born?""He has team

Before she could hit the ground, Damon’s arms caught her. He pulled her flush against his chest, his hold unyielding but surprisingly careful not to put pressure on her abdomen. For a second, the sheer proximity of him—the heat radiating through his heavy coat, the solid breadth of his chest—sent a confusing, traitorous jolt through her core. It was the same body she had clung to under the stars few months ago, but the warmth was gone. Now, it was a cage."I told you," Damon muttered, his breath hot against her ear as he lifted her effortlessly into his arms, "we are done playing games. You’re injured, you’re pregnant, and whether you like it or not, you are under my protection."Marinette kept her hands flat against his shoulders, pushing against him to create whatever distance she could. "This isn't protection, McLoren. It's an occupation. And the second I find a loophole in whatever trap you've set, I am taking my baby and leaving you with nothing."Damon carried her through the t

For three agonizing seconds, neither of them moved. The jet stabilized, but the air between them was thick, electric, and volatile. Marinette felt the heavy, distinct kick of the baby right against Damon's lower abdomen. Damon let out a ragged breath, his hands sliding slightly down her back, pressing her closer, as if he wanted to absorb both her and the child into his very skin.It was a terrifying glimpse of the passion that had ruined her—a slow-burning fuse that hadn't been extinguished by the lies, but rather buried under a mountain of spite.Marinette snapped out of the spell first. She pushed hard against his broad shoulders, her eyes flashing with a mix of fear and fury. "Let. Me. Go."Damon slowly uncoiled his arms, his emerald eyes dark, blown out with an emotion she couldn't quite decipher. He didn't apologize. He didn't step back. He just stood there, towering over her in the narrow aisle, his jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked beneath his stubble."The turbulence is o

The next two weeks were a masterclass in domestic gridlock.They lived in her father’s old Fifth Avenue penthouse—a sprawling, multi-level monument to old money and cold marble. It was far too large for two people who refused to speak to each other, yet somehow, Marinette couldn't escape him.Because it was a high-risk pregnancy, the doctor had ordered strict bed rest for the remainder of her third trimester. Marinette was trapped on the massive velvet sofa in the library, surrounded by towers of financial restructuring paperwork, her seven-and-a-half-month belly making even sitting upright a monumental chore.And Damon was always there.He didn't force his presence on her, which made it worse. Instead, he chose to run the entire global operations of McLoren-Donald from the mahogany desk at the far end of the library. He sat there for hours, his shirtsleeves rolled up, his deep voice rumbling over international conference calls about grain futures and shipping logistics.Marinette t

The lights buzzed, died, and the elevator ground to a screeching, violent halt between floors, plunging them into absolute, suffocating darkness.The darkness inside the shaft was total, absolute, and immediate. The emergency brakes of the elevator groaned, a metallic shriek that echoed up the concrete column as the car swayed slightly before hanging dead between the forty-fourth and forty-fifth floors.Inside, the only sound was the ragged, panicked gasps of Marinette’s breath and the heavy, rapid thud of Damon’s heart against her ear."Damon..." she choked out, her fingers tightening into the fabric of his shirt until her knuckles ached. Another contraction, sharper and more vicious than the last, locked her muscles into a tight, agonizing vice. She cried out, the sound raw and terrified in the confined space. "Damon, the baby—the elevator—""I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Marinette. Stay still," he commanded. His voice wasn’t the cold, calculated baritone of the boardroom anymore. It