All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEANCE: Pregnant With Twins: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The banquet was celebrated under a glass tent that seemed to capture the sparkle of all the city's stars. The murmur of laughter and the clinking of silverware against fine china created an atmosphere of shared triumph, a collective relief after years of tension. Among the guests, Olivia shared a quiet table with Hanna, watching with a newfound serenity as Audrey laughed at something Alessandro was whispering in her ear. Gael, for his part, was toasting with the firm's associates, fully integrated into that circle which now respected him without reservation.Suddenly, the rhythmic sound of a spoon tapping against a crystal glass drew everyone's attention. Marcus stood up, adjusting his tuxedo jacket with a calm demeanor that betrayed a deep fondness beneath his usual mask of irony."Good evening, everyone," Marcus began, sweeping his gaze across the head table until it stopped, firm, on Alessandro. "You know I'm not a man of grand speeches, unless there's a seven-figure contract invol

"Marcus sent me a message last night saying the babysitting operation was a resounding success. But let's make the video call, before Emma convinces Jennifer that she needs a pony in the garden."Thousands of kilometers away, in the mansion's garden, the atmosphere was radically different. Marcus was sitting on a picnic blanket spread across the lawn, surrounded by food baskets and toys. Next to him, Jennifer, looking radiant in a summer dress, held Maxwell, who was already five months old and babbling enthusiastically at the butterflies fluttering nearby.The nanny's phone buzzed and, seeing the image of the masters of the house on the screen, the young woman's face lit up."Look who it is!" she exclaimed, turning the screen toward the children."Mom! Dad!" Emma and Matthew shouted in unison, lunging for the device. The boy had his face stained with jam and the girl wore a flower crown that Marcus had clearly tried to weave for her."Hello, my little ones!" Audrey's voice sounded emo

Four years later...The echo of children's laughter bounced off the walls of the grand hall, definitively shattering the solemnity that once characterized that space of high ceilings and cold marble. The Di Giovanni mansion, which in other times functioned as a monument to a wounded man's power and isolation, had finally transformed into a living, warm, and chaotic organism. Matthew and Emma, who at ten years old already walked with astounding confidence and a height beginning to rival the adults' shoulders, were finishing organizing the final details for that night's reception. Far from the stiffness of formal events that used to mark Alessandro's agenda, today the watchword was closeness and comfort.Both were dressed casually, reflecting the freedom that now reigned in their home. Matthew wore dark jeans and a navy blue knit sweater that gave him the air of a little intellectual, an image reinforced by his habit of adjusting his hair just like his father when he was focused. Emma,

The dawn light of that Monday filtered through the wide kitchen windows, bathing the rustic wooden table that was now the epicenter of the Di Giovanni family's life. It was no longer the frigid dining room of the early years; now it smelled of freshly brewed coffee, toasted bread, and that sweet cereal scent Maxwell insisted on eating every morning. The morning hustle was a chaotic yet perfectly tuned symphony that Alessandro and Audrey had learned to conduct with admirable patience.Alessandro, impeccable in a charcoal gray suit that accentuated his renowned architect's stature, was finishing reviewing blueprints on his tablet while, with his other hand, helping Matthew tie his school uniform tie. The ten-year-old boy imitated his father's posture with a seriousness that always managed to draw a smile from Audrey."Dad, do you think the new museum project will be ready for the winter gala?" Matthew asked with curiosity, adjusting his navy blue sweater."If the foundations are as stro

Time in a hospital waiting room isn't measured in minutes, but in interrupted heartbeats. Alessandro stood with a tight jaw and his gaze fixed on the swinging doors of the operating room. Beside him, Marcus was the living image of collapse; the man who could dismantle corporations with a phone call was now reduced to a bundle of nerves, head in hands and silence weighing on him like a concrete slab.Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the hallway's calm. It was Audrey. She had called Olivia in the middle of the night to come over and look after the children, incapable of sitting idly while her best friends fought the most important battle of their lives. Seeing her, Alessandro stepped forward and received her in an embrace meant to instill a calm he himself could barely sustain."Any news?" she whispered, glancing sideways at a Marcus who hadn't even noticed her presence."They're still in there. The surgeon hasn't come out," the dark-haired man replied in a grave voice.Sh