Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEANCE: Pregnant With Twins: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Morning filtered through the mansion's curtains with clarity seemingly reflecting the new order of things. For Audrey, waking up was unusually light; the previous night's confession still vibrated in memory's walls, lifting the weight of uncertainty while adding the vertigo of the unknown.Descending to the dining room, the aroma flooding the hallway stopped her dead in her tracks. It wasn't the usual smell of black coffee and whole wheat toast Alessandro preferred. It was sweeter, warmer. Entering, she found a scene straight out of a bridal banquet. The table overflowed with dishes emanating a comforting, familiar aroma. Alessandro, true to his Italian perfectionism, had supervised every detail: blueberry pancakes with Vermont maple syrup, eggs Benedict served on perfectly toasted brioche bread, a selection of exotic fruits, and, in the center, a platter of buttermilk waffles with crispy fried chicken—the traditional breakfast she always mentioned with nostalgia as her favorite guilt

"Love? Since when does the great Alessandro care about love?" she mocked, taking a step toward him and scanning his face with hawk-like eyes. "You've never let yourself be carried away by sentimentalities. You're cold, calculating, a man who builds buildings out of steel because he has a heart of the same material. When did you start getting emotionally involved in your business decisions?"Suddenly, she stopped. Her expression grew sharp, almost cruel, upon noticing something in Alessandro's gaze. A flicker of something he couldn't hide, a strange softness that betrayed her."No way..." she whispered, and then let out a shrill laugh. "Could you have fallen in love?" she asked him with a stinging tease.Alessandro remained silent, his jaw tight. His eyes darkened, but he uttered not a word. He didn't owe explanations of his life to anyone, much less to a woman who only looked for weak points to attack. Her silence, however, was the answer she needed."If you've come to waste time with

The afternoon light filtered obliquely through the boardroom windows, drawing sharp lines across the glass surface where the hotel blueprints rested like a puzzle of ambition. Audrey took her usual seat, trying to keep the scrape of her notebook against the table from betraying the slight tremor in her fingers. She knew the power dynamic here was different, but seeing it in action always gave her an electrical shock to the system.Alessandro Di Giovanni already presided over the table. There was no trace of the man who hours earlier had brought her a tray of food with an almost tender gesture. Sitting at the head, with his back perfectly straight and a dark suit that looked like tailored armor, he emanated an authority that filled every corner of the room. His hands, with long, decisive fingers, were clasped over the glass, and his gaze swept over the team with an analytical coldness that tested anyone's nerves."The technical proposal for the L'Horizon complex is functional, but it l

The sun began to sink behind the cliffs of Portofino, bathing the terrain in a purplish, shadowy hue. Marco Valenti, hands resting on his tool belt, watched the couple with a mix of fascination and skepticism."It's gotten later than expected and the drive back is tedious with this exhaustion," the engineer insisted, fixing his gaze on Audrey with hospitality bordering on personal. "I have a house about ten minutes from here. It's spacious and the rest of the staff will be staying nearby. You could stay there, rest, and leave early tomorrow. It would be a pleasure to have you as a guest, Audrey... and you too, Alessandro."The aforementioned, finishing packing the tablet in his briefcase, tensed in such a way that his shoulders seemed to broaden beneath the fine fabric of his shirt. He turned toward Marco with a coldness that made the surrounding air seem to drop several degrees."No. We're heading back to the city right now," Alessandro sentenced, his voice resonating with an authori

Upon closing the door, she leaned against the wood, feeling her chest rise and fall in erratic gasps. Her face burned. The image of Alessandro, so raw and masculine, had been burned into her pupils. She forced herself to turn on the shower faucet, letting warm water wash over her. She washed her hair leisurely, trying to let the warm water dissolve the muscle tension, but the thought that he was just feet away, waiting in bed, made her skin vibrate with frightening anticipation.When she finally emerged, wrapped in a white robe and wearing a towel turban, she found Alessandro already dressed in dark pajama pants. He pointed to folded garments on the bed."I left you the smallest size, though I think it will still be loose," he said, his voice vibrating in the room's stillness. His eyes briefly swept over Audrey's figure before adding with a meaningful half-smile: "I have a good memory... for important details. I'll go look for some dinner downstairs, change comfortably."Audrey could