Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEANCE: Pregnant With Twins: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Stepping down from the stage, Audrey felt strangely liberated. The weight of secrets and the insecurity of physical changes seemed to evaporate under the warmth of Alessandro’s arm. He leaned down, taking advantage of the orchestra striking up a soft melody to mask his words."See?" he murmured against her temple. "You are the sun of this system, darling. And I am the most envied man in this entire city for having you by my side."She smiled, resting her forehead against his shoulder for a brief second, savoring the victory. She was no longer the frightened girl trying to save her parents; she was Alessandro Di Giovanni’s wife, the mother of his children, and she was right where she belonged."Thank you for everything, Alessandro."Near midnight, after receiving dozens of congratulations, the dark-haired man guided her toward the private gardens of the rented venue, and they began to walk so she could get some fresh air. Snow began to fall in fine white flakes, dusting Audrey’s light

As he watched the landscape, Alessandro plunged into his own thoughts. He felt like a man waking from a long, shadowed slumber. For years, his identity had been built on being the executioner of the Sullivans—the cold man who swore justice for the stolen lands and the fire provoked by Eliot’s greed. But destiny, with its usual irony, had set a trap that turned out to be his salvation: Audrey.He remembered the exact moment the armor around his heart began to crack. It was the day of the beach incident months ago, when he watched her care for Matthew and Emma with a dedication that knew nothing of contracts or blood debts. In her gaze, Alessandro didn't see the enemy's daughter, but the brave woman who had chosen to love him despite his darkness. Life had rewarded him with a family that was never in his plans, and now, with a third baby on the way, his old thirst for vengeance felt like a dusty relic of a life that no longer belonged to him."You're not going to catch me, Emma!" Matthe

Only a few weeks remained before the newest member of the Di Giovanni family made his triumphant entrance into the world, and Alessandro, in a burst of romanticism and nostalgia, had decided the little one should feel the air of his roots before being born. The trip to Italy wasn't just a getaway; it was the closing of a cycle and the beginning of absolute freedom. With Marcus in command of the firm—who accepted the responsibility with a "Go before I force you to work on the plane"—the family prepared to cross the ocean.Alessandro’s private jet, a marvel of engineering and silent luxury, waited on the private airstrip under a clear afternoon sky. Audrey boarded the steps slowly, feeling the weight of her nearly nine months of pregnancy, but Alessandro never left her side, keeping a firm hand on her lower back and another holding hers.Once inside, the atmosphere was an oasis of calm. The twins, Matthew and Emma, immediately ran to the spacious leather seats, marveling at the individu

The hilltop hospital began to regain its aristocratic calm after the whirlwind of Elias's birth. With Audrey resting and the baby under the watchful eye of top specialists, Alessandro could finally breathe. However, family logistics required extra hands. Marcus, with a willingness bordering on suspicious, had offered to escort the twins and Jennifer back to the hotel suite, insisting he would stay there to oversee things while Alessandro focused on his wife.Alessandro, knowing his friend since the days of ambition and expensive suits, shot him a sideways glance as Marcus helped Jennifer with her bag. The tension between the blond and the nanny was practically magnetic—an invisible thread vibrating every their eyes crossed."Thanks for the sacrifice, Marcus," Alessandro rasped ironically. "Try not to burn down the hotel while I'm gone."Jennifer, a twenty-five-year-old with a messy mass of brown hair and hazel eyes radiating disarming honesty, blushed down to her roots. Jennifer was,

The Italian air seemed infused with a distinct magic that night. It was no longer a medical recovery retreat, but the setting for a man who, after years of building concrete walls and coldness, finally surrendered to pure love's vulnerability. Alessandro had planned this family vacation with meticulous precision; he wanted every dinner, every stroll through cobblestone plazas, and every gaze at the Mediterranean to erase the shadow traces chasing them.Marcus, however, couldn't extend his stay. City business called him back, and though he departed with his usual cynical smile, Alessandro read a new restlessness in his eyes. Jennifer, enjoying her day off exploring local bookstores, would stay a few more days before returning, but Marcus's void hung palpably. Alessandro knew the tension between his friend and the nanny was a knot neither dared untie, but tonight, his priority was the woman finishing up in front of the mirror.In the Royal Suite, silence broke only by soft television mu