Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEANCE: Pregnant With Twins: Bab 121 - Bab 130

The afternoon sun began to dye the walls of the room gold as Alessandro slowly emerged from the mist of sedatives. The first thing he felt wasn't the throbbing pain in his side, but a comforting, familiar warmth in his right hand. Opening his eyes with effort, his gaze settled on the figure resting beside him.The brunette was asleep in the uncomfortable plastic chair, her head resting on the edge of the mattress. Her breathing was steady, but her face, even in dreams, reflected the trace of exhaustion and anguish from the past hours. She wore a clean t-shirt, but he noticed she hadn't let go of his hand for a second; her fingers were intertwined with his in a desperate, possessive grip.A torrent of emotions flooded Alessandro's chest, more intense than any painkiller. Seeing her there, safe, breathing, made the physical pain fade into the background. The image of the warehouse returned to his mind with terrifying clarity: the flash of hatred in Tatiana's eyes, the barrel of the gun

The calendar on the wall of Alessandro's office already marked two weeks since that fateful incident at the warehouse. Time, that relentless judge, had begun to weave a fine layer of normality over the wounds, both physical and of the soul. Alessandro, with the iron discipline characterizing him, had returned to the company. He didn't do it thunderously, but with a serenity commanding respect.The culmination of this return was the press conference. Before a horde of journalists eager for gossip about the "Sullivan scandal," Alessandro stood like a rock. His voice, deep and icy, left no room for doubt."My relationship with my wife, Audrey Di Giovanni, is a private matter," he declared, fixing his blue gaze on the cameras with an intensity making the boldest step back. "However, I will not allow our union to be used to discredit her professional capability. She earned her position on pure merit, long before our bond was of public knowledge. There has been no favoritism, nor will there

The next day, the air in the office felt unusually heavy for Audrey. Every time the cafeteria door opened, the aroma of toasted coffee and spices, once comforting, hit her like a physical wave of nausea. Taking advantage of lunchtime and Alessandro's absence—he had left for an outside meeting—she sneaked off to the nearest pharmacy. With her heart hammering against her ribs, she bought three tests of different brands, seeking certainty her mind already suspected but her fear was still trying to process.She locked herself in the back stall of the ladies' restroom, farthest from the door. Her hands shook so much she nearly dropped the plastic devices. Over recent shifts, keeping the secret had been torture. Alessandro, always observant, had started fencing her in with questions. He saw her pale, she avoided dinner with him claiming exhaustion, and her sudden mood swings had him bewildered. He thought it was trauma from the kidnapping or the upcoming trial against the Sullivans keeping

The air in the courtroom was thick, heavy with the scent of old paper and a tension that threatened to snap at any moment. Audrey sat with her back straight, feeling Alessandro’s hand gripping hers with a firmness that bordered on painful. Her eyes were fixed on her mother, Olivia Sullivan, who stood at the witness stand with an icy composure that only wounded pride could sustain.Olivia's testimony was a direct strike to the heart of justice. With a steady voice, she declared under oath that Eliot had no involvement whatsoever in the cliffside fire from months ago, nor in the tragedy that, fifteen years prior, had nearly erased the Di Giovanni legacy. As she spoke, Audrey felt a wave of nausea that had nothing to do with her pregnancy. She knew her mother was lying; she saw it in the rigidity of her shoulders and the way she avoided looking at Alessandro.Audrey knew everything. She knew that Olivia, in an act of blind and suicidal loyalty, had destroyed the original documents of Ale

The morning in the city was freezing, with a mist clinging to the cobblestones of the fashion district, but inside the exclusive maternity boutique, the atmosphere was absolute warmth. Alessandro hadn't just walked in; he moved through the establishment with the authority of someone accustomed to choosing the best, while Audrey followed with a shyness he was determined to eradicate."This one," Alessandro said, pulling out a hanger with a midnight-blue silk dress. The empire cut was designed to flow from the bust and caress the curve of her belly without constricting it.Audrey stepped into the fitting room. Her hands trembled slightly as she slid the silk over her skin. Looking in the mirror, the reflection didn't show the heavy woman she thought she was; the design enhanced the luminosity of her face and gave her a sculptural elegance she hadn't noticed before. Alessandro, after asking permission with a soft knock on the wood, pulled back the curtain.He froze. It wasn't the calcula