All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEANCE: Pregnant With Twins: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The quiet of the mansion was, for Audrey, a subtle form of torture. Every carpeted hallway, every expensive vase, and every silence orchestrated by the domestic staff reminded her that she was no longer the master of her time or her destiny. That morning, after watching the car drive the twins off to their second day of school, she retreated to the vastness of her bedroom. It was a space of offensive luxury, decorated in ivory and champagne tones, but to her, it was nothing more than a cell with a better view.She sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the weight of the phone in her hands. Her fingers grazed the screen, hesitating, recoiling before the abyss. The dilemma consuming her was no simple matter. For five years, the bitterness toward her parents had been the fuel that helped her stand firm in exile. She remembered with painful clarity how they had used her as a mere bargaining chip, just another asset in a commercial transaction to quench Alessandro's thirst for blood. Worse st

Silence in Alessandro Di’ Giovanni’s study was never an absence of noise, but a physical presence weighing on the shoulders of anyone daring enough to cross the threshold. Therefore, when the heavy oak door swung open with unnecessary fanfare, Alessandro didn't even have to look up from the blueprints for the new metropolitan terminal to know who the intruder was. Only one man possessed the exact blend of desperation and arrogance needed to ignore his secretary's protocol and wades in like he owned the empire."Mr. Di’ Giovanni, I am so sorry! I tried to stop him, but Mr. Sullivan insisted it was a matter of life and death," his secretary—an efficient woman who rarely lost her composure—appeared behind Eliot Sullivan's figure, her face flushed with distress.Alessandro raised a hand, a languid yet absolute gesture that cut the woman's apology like a guillotine."Leave us, Sarah. Close the door on your way out," he ordered in a voice of glacial baritone, never taking his eyes off the i

Evening was falling over the city with a copper light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the living room in a golden glow. Audrey sat on the rug, surrounded by notebooks and colored pencils, helping the twins with their first homework assignment. It was a scene of domestic peace that felt like an anomaly in that sanctuary of marble and coldness. However, the atmosphere changed drastically when the heavy front door swung open with a bang, announcing the master of the house's return.The children, oblivious to their parents' silent war, dropped their pencils and ran to greet Alessandro. Audrey stayed put, watching the scene with a mix of fascination and dread. It was astonishing how much they looked alike; Emma shared her intensity, but Matthew was, without a doubt, an exact replica of the dark-haired man. Seeing them side by side, genetics felt like an irrevocable sentence.Alessandro stopped dead, and Audrey could immediately spot the rigidity in his shoulders. He

The hours following the collision in the study were a desert of waking vigil. Audrey retreated to her bathroom, disinfecting the wound with clumsy hands and bandaging it carefully. The physical pain was secondary to the image of a shattered Alessandro. She sat on the edge of the tub, wondering at what point the boundary between abhorrence and compassion had grown so thin.Downstairs, he didn't budge. He remained static in his leather chair, staring at the crimson stain on the polished wood of the desk. The mansion's silence now felt like an implacable judge. Audrey's words had torn away the last veil of his reality: he had become everything he swore to annihilate.He rose with heavy movements, as if the ballast of his conscience were a physical weight. He began picking up the glass shards with his bare hands, ignoring the cuts he inflicted upon himself. Every splinter was a reminder of his fall. The possibility of Matthew and Emma discovering him in such a state of degradation filled

The atmosphere in the study grew so dense oxygen seemed to have evaporated. Alessandro wasn't a man who simply grew angry; his fury was a weather phenomenon, a cold front freezing everything in its path. He clutched the photograph so hard the antique cardboard edges began bending under his finger pressure."I'm sorry..." Audrey managed to articulate, though her voice sounded smaller than intended. "The door was open and I... I just wanted to...""What did you want, Audrey? To take an inventory of my weaknesses?" he cut her off with a caustic tone cutting like a blade. "This study is the only place in this house that doesn't belong to you in any way. Get out. Now."She stepped back, but the photograph's image remained burned into her retinas. The urge to know, the thirst for answers driving her to sneak into the room, proved stronger than fear."That place..." she pointed with a slight head tilt toward where he hid the photo. "I've been there. I remember that horizon. It's up north. My