Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEANCE: Pregnant With Twins: Bab 111 - Bab 120

The drive back to the city was a choreography of comfortable silences and electric touches. The previous night's storm had washed the landscape clean, leaving a crystal-blue sky and crisp air drifting through the Maserati's vents. Alessandro drove with one hand firm on the wheel, while the other rested on Audrey's thigh. The weight of his hand, the heat of his palm filtering through the fabric of her trousers, sent persistent waves of tingling all over her body. It was no longer the possessive, tense touch of yesterday; it was something deeper, a complicity sealed in the inn's dimness."What are you thinking about?" asked the dark-haired man, glancing sideways for a second to catch Audrey's expression."That at this time yesterday we were throwing daggers at each other with our eyes," she admitted with a soft smile, covering his hand with hers. "And that I'm scared of how fast everything has changed."Alessandro gently squeezed her leg—a gesture of reassurance."Nothing has changed, A

The morning sun shyly filtered through the heavy draperies of the master bedroom, bathing the room in a warm twilight. After a night of whispered debates and half-lit confessions, Alessandro had won the game: Audrey no longer slept in the guest room. His argument had been as simple as it was devastating to her defenses."I can't sleep if I don't feel you're here.""Good morning, gorgeous," Alessandro whispered near her ear. The brush of his warm breath gave her a shiver that had nothing to do with the morning chill.Audrey smiled before opening her eyes, meeting the deep, relaxed gaze of the man who, just days ago, seemed an unfathomable enigma. His face was of insulting perfection; even with tousled hair and a night's stubble, Alessandro Di Giovanni emanated a handsome air that left her dazed."Good morning. I see someone woke up in a very good mood," she uttered, settling into the crook of his chest, enjoying the steady rhythm of his heart."You're the reason for my good mood. I thi

The silence that greeted Alessandro as he crossed the threshold of his mansion was neither the warm, restorative quiet he expected after the bitter discovery of Viktor’s betrayal, nor a comfort. It was a heavy stillness, loaded with a dark omen that made his senses bristle.He headed straight for his study with a firm stride. In his pocket, he carried the recorder with Jack Ainsworth’s confession; he had the necessary evidence to sink Viktor Sokolov and planned to transfer it immediately to his personal computer to safeguard the file under multiple layers of security. He needed that backup before making his next legal move.However, upon turning on the light in the room, his eyes locked onto a detail that stopped his heart: the heavy steel door of his safe was ajar.Alessandro stood motionless for a second, processing the image. It hadn't been forced with tools or shown any structural damage; it had been opened with the exact code. Upon checking the inside, his blood ran cold: several

The echo of Audrey's struggles lost itself in the rusty beams of the warehouse. Viktor's men, subjects with stony features and mechanical movements, showed not an ounce of remorse as they forced her to sit on a rotted wooden chair in the center of the space. With terrifying efficiency, they wrapped rough rope around her wrists that burned her skin, securing her feet to the chair legs. Each turn of the rope was a reminder of her own blood's betrayal; Audrey looked at Eliot and Olivia, hoping for a miracle, a flash of humanity, but found only the greed of the one and the cowardly submission of the other.Viktor Sokolov watched the scene from the upper railing, wrapped in shadows. To her—to him, it was a necessary chess match. If he managed to have Alessandro find Audrey with the money, the seed of doubt would destroy the marriage, leaving the architect vulnerable and ready to be comforted by Tatiana. What Viktor ignored, in his arrogance, was that Alessandro no longer walked blindly; he

She realized that feeling hadn't been born that night. It had been there all along, growing silently, but now it shone with terrifying clarity. She loved him with an intensity making her feel vulnerable, but also strong. How could she not love him if he had always been inside her in a way she couldn't explain with words? Alessandro had become her world, and the mere thought of losing him caused physical pain sharper than any wound.The silence of the Di Giovanni mansion felt frostier than usual as Audrey crossed the threshold. It was barely three in the morning and the house was plunged in a sepulchral quiet amplifying the echo of her own thoughts. She moved like an automaton, internally thanking that the children were still at school, oblivious that their world almost collapsed in a port warehouse.She climbed the stairs with heavy legs, feeling every step was a mountain. Entering the room, Alessandro's scent—that mix of sandalwood, old paper, and a trace of coffee—hit her with the f