All Chapters of The Heir in My Womb: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

. "I haven't started anything yet." She raised an eyebrow. "And that's exactly what scares me." He laughed, then extended his hand toward her. She hesitated for a moment before placing her hand in his. Their fingers intertwined. It was such a simple touch, yet her heart beat so strongly that she felt everything around them grow quieter. They sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand remained in his. He slowly brushed his thumb over her fingers, then asked, "Are you happy?" She looked at him. "You've asked me that before." "And I'll ask you many more times." "Why?" "Because I want to hear you say it every time." She fell silent. Then said, "Yes." He continued looking at her. "Just yes?" She smiled. "Yes, I'm happy." "Despite everything that happened today?" Her smile faded slightly. "I would have been happier if Reem hadn't come." He lowered his eyes for a moment. "Asia..." "No, let me say it." She drew a quiet breath. "I don't want to start our life afraid of

Daylight had not yet crept into the suite; the heavy curtains remained completely closed, hiding the expanse of the sea and the glow of sunlight reflected across its surface. Only a faint thread of light slipped through their edges, barely reaching inside. The morning was strangely quiet, as though the entire hotel were still deep in sleep. "Asia" stirred in her sleep without opening her eyes, shifting her head slightly over "Mazen's" arm stretched beside her. He instinctively felt her movement, carefully pulled his arm from beneath her head to give her room to move comfortably, then settled back into stillness. A few seconds later, she slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze settled first on the ceiling, and for a moment, she could not understand where she was. She stared at the massive chandelier hanging above her, completely different from the one in her room at the mansion. Its glittering details caught the faint strands of light, making it seem as though it were suspended in a calm

An entire week passed, as though the days had decided to grant them a brief truce from everything that had weighed down their lives. Almost every morning, they went out together, moving between the beach, cafés, and seaside restaurants, spending long hours wandering without any particular destination. Sometimes, Mazen would drive until they grew tired of the road, then stop somewhere completely random simply because Asia liked the view. Other times, they would sit by the sea until sunset, talking about little things that meant nothing, yet somehow mattered more to them than all the heavy conversations that had filled their days before. Asia laughed a lot that week. She laughed at his stubbornness. At his failed attempts to convince her that he was good at choosing restaurants. And at the way he pretended not to care whenever she told him his choice was terrible. And he enjoyed seeing her like that. Light. At ease. Far from fear. Even Asia herself began to feel that somethi

Layla heard a soft knock on the door of her apartment, so she paused for a moment, as though she had been waiting for that particular knock. She cast one last glance at herself in the mirror. She had spent a long time getting ready for this night and had not left a single detail to chance. She inspected her makeup carefully, ran her fingertips over her long brown strands to rearrange them, then tilted her head slightly to the side, making sure everything looked exactly the way she wanted. She was wearing an elegant dress that flowed smoothly over her figure, its effect enhanced by the warmth of her brown skin beneath the room's soft lighting. She did not really need much adornment, but tonight, she wanted to look different. She wanted him to notice. She smiled at herself in the mirror, then picked up the perfume bottle from the table and generously sprayed it around her neck and wrists, then over her dress, until the room filled with its soft fragrance, mingling with the aroma of

He did not answer immediately. She watched his face, then said, "No." Mazen exhaled slowly. "I married her for Yazid." "And I knew that." "Then why are you asking?" "Because I'm trying to understand." She moved a little closer to him. "If you don't love her, and you married her only for your son, then why do you still hide me and Salim?" "I don't hide either of you." She let out a quiet laugh, but there was no happiness in it. "Really? Then what do we call this?" "I visit you." "Secretly." He fell silent. "And I spend some time with you." "Secretly." "And I check on Salim." "Secretly too." He looked at her in annoyance. "Layla." "What? Did I say anything that isn't true?" He did not answer. She said, trying to hold back her tears, "Months go by, Mazen, and you don't come. Then I suddenly return, only to find you sneaking through the door of my apartment as though you're committing a crime." "I don't see you that way." "But that's what you do." Mazen rose fr