All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEANCE: Pregnant With Twins: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The silence in the living room sat heavy, broken only by the distant crackle of the fireplace failing to warm the air. Alessandro stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to her, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his tailored trousers. He looked to be waging an internal battle, fighting to hold up the walls Audrey had just pierced with her questions about the photograph."My grandfather wasn't just a businessman," he began, his voice so low she had to lean in to hear. "He was a visionary who poured every second of his existence into those lands. The Cliff wasn't just property to him; it was his life, his legacy for the generations to come."Alessandro turned slowly, and Audrey shivered to see the usual glacial detachment in his eyes replaced by a bitterness that burned."Years ago, a fire devastated the main storehouses and the oldest vines. It was a mortal financial blow. Your father appeared then like the perfect savior. He offered himself as a lender with contracts that a

The silence following Alessandro's departure proved far more deafening than his shouts or reproachful glares. Audrey sat before her desk, eyes lost on her computer screen where a work document had sat static for hours. Alessandro's half-confession regarding The Cliff replayed like a mistuned radio frequency, distorting her grasp on reality.She had always viewed her father as a shrewd businessman, someone navigating turbulent waters to keep the Sullivan name afloat. But the image Alessandro painted—a vulture stalking a dying old man to snatch a life's work—left a stain she couldn't wash out. Could her childhood on those lands really have been funded by the Di' Giovannis' despair? The nearly healed scar on her palm pulsed with a phantom rhythm, reminding her Alessandro wasn't the sole wounded party in the house.Though the twins filled afternoons with laughter and minor squabbles, the tycoon's absence felt like a physical entity. Audrey caught herself crossing the east wing hallway jus

She did not wait for permission. Stepping forward with a fluid movement, she pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips. The gesture was so unexpected, so fleeting and steeped in an old familiarity, that Alessandro froze, reacting only seconds later after she had already drawn back just enough to offer him an enigmatic smile.Tatiana was no stranger, nor was she merely an acquaintance from the business world. Something in the way her green eyes—a shade entirely different from Audrey’s—scanned Alessandro’s face suggested a shared past, a thread that had never quite been severed."I heard you’d be here closing the deal with the Al-Rashids," she continued, tucking a stray lock of red hair behind her ear with calculated grace. "I wondered if the great Alessandro Di’ Giovanni was still as ruthless as I remember... or if the years have softened him."He watched her in silence, jaw tight and gaze cold. Tatiana’s appearance in Dubái, just as his mind was torn between vengeance and the st

The echo of the final presentation still reverberated off the glass walls of the boardroom, but Alessandro remained entirely still, his gaze lost on a blind spot of the conference table. Marcus, who had been watching him all morning, waited until the last analyst cleared out before breaking the silence."If you stare at that blueprint any harder, you're going to burn right through the paper, Alessandro," Marcus dropped, crossing his arms. "Everything good in the paradise of Dubái, or did the heat fry your brain?"Alessandro sighed, snapping his folder shut with a brusqueness that betrayed his frayed patience. He tried reclaiming his mask of efficiency, but Marcus's irritatingly perceptive gaze forced him to yield."I saw Tatiana," he finally let slip, the words tasting like lead.Marcus let out a long, resonant whistle. He knew the exact effect that woman had on his friend and, above all, the history chaining them together."Well... the copper-haired storm has returned," Marcus murmur

"I'm Mr. Di Giovanni's assistant. I'm here to pick him up," she told the bouncer firmly at the entrance.The man nodded, guiding her through a crowd dancing to a bassline vibrating the floorboards. Audrey scanned the drunken bodies and sea of faces, failing to spot the dark-haired man's aristocratic posture anywhere."If you're looking for Mr. Di Giovanni, he's in the VIP section upstairs," a waiter pointed out, gesturing toward a set of stairs guarded by a velvet rope.She ascended, feeling every step pull her further from her comfort zone. Reaching the booth, she saw him. Alessandro lay slumped across a blood-red leather sofa, tie undone and the top buttons of his shirt gaping. His appearance was a chaotic wreck compared to his usual immaculate grooming, yet even in this state of induced vulnerability, he retained a dangerously striking allure. Hair fell across his forehead, softening the hard angles of his face.Audrey approached cautiously, debating whether to wake him or summon t