All Chapters of A baby for the billionaire brothers : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Annabel found herself standing in place, an unshakable stillness gripping her as a sea of thoughts surged within her mind, rendering her momentarily mute.Across the ornate dining table, Tracy's expression took on a sly curve as she delicately sliced into a piece of meat on her fine china plate. Her voice sliced through the tense atmosphere. "What's troubling you, Annabel?" Tracy inquired, struggling to cut the meat, drawing the attention of everyone in the room, including Annabel, who was visibly perplexed.Attempting to regain her composure, Annabel stood up straight, determined not to let her voice falter. "Uh, nothing," she stammered, her attempt to sound collected.Tracy leaned in, her gaze drilling into Annabel's eyes as she repeated her question. "Then answer me this – shouldn't you be wearing your wedding ring?"Andrew's sharp, piercing eyes remained fixed on Annabel. He couldn't help but notice her discomfort, and he muttered a curse under his breath, aimed squarely at Tracy

It was a bright and sunny morning when Andrew made the decision to return home after a long night out. As he stepped through the front door, a wave of guilt washed over him, accompanied by the unsettling feeling that he was somehow betraying Annabel. Despite the fact that they were not dating, Andrew couldn't help but feel a sense of unease whenever he was around her. Determined to avoid any interaction, he hurriedly made his way to his room, purposefully averting his gaze, afraid that his eyes might involuntarily search for her presence.Once safely inside his room, Andrew was surprised to find his brother, Albert, standing by the window with his back turned. Suspicion crept into Andrew's mind, as Albert rarely visited his room for anything positive. With a hint of caution in his voice, Andrew inquired, "What brings you here so early in the morning?"To his relief, Albert chuckled and shook his head, assuring Andrew that he had no bad news to share. Instead, he proposed that they hav

Annabel's eyes widened, the blue depths of her irises expanding to take in every detail of the scene before her. A gasp escaped her parted lips, barely audible amidst the pounding of her racing heart. She stood frozen in her spot, unable to tear her gaze away from the sight that held her captive.Andrew, a mischievous smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, sneered at her, his tone teasing and filled with amusement. "Like what you see?" he taunted, his voice laced with a hint of laughter. His chuckle, though faint, echoed through the room, and its sound pierced Annabel's dazed mind, jolting her back to reality. In an instant, she averted her eyes, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.As Annabel's gaze shifted away from Andrew, his smirk deepened, a silent victory etched on his face. He took a step closer to where she stood, his footsteps reverberating through the room, causing her heart to skip a beat. The rapid thumping in her chest served as a merciless reminder of her unease,

The guest's reaction caught me off guard, and I quickly stammered, "I-I'm so sorry, sir. Please allow me to clean that up right away." I glanced down at the stain on their clothing, anxiety gnawing at me. The guest, however, seemed to regain their composure, their expression softening slightly. "It's quite alright, accidents happen,"he replied in a more forgiving tone. I breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to grab a cloth to clean up the mess. As I dabbed at the spilled drink, my mind raced, wondering who this guest was and why they had chosen to attend the party dressed in such lavish attire. It was clear that this event meant a great deal to them, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about the drama that seemed to surround the family and the evening's celebrations. As I continued to clean the stain with as much precision as possible, I couldn’t help but overhear snippets of conversations from the nearby guests. They spoke in hushed tones, their words laced with int

The sudden stillness in the aftermath of the brawl hung heavily in the air. Zachary, now on the ground nursing his injuries, wore a mix of defiance and surprise, while Andrew, his knuckles stained with the aftermath of the punch, struggled to maintain composure as he faced the repercussions of his actions. Amid the tense tableau, Annabel, still recovering from the abrupt push, found her footing. Averting her gaze from the clash, she attempted to fade into the shadows, seeking refuge from the tumultuous confrontation. Andrew’s mother, a silent witness to the drama, approached with a mixture of genuine concern and disapproval. Her gaze shifted between her son and ,Zachary on the ground, and the injured Annabel. The room, once filled with murmurs and distant melodies, now bore witness to the aftermath of an unexpected eruption of violence. In the uneasy quiet, Zachary rose from the ground, wiping away the blood from his nose with a defiant smirk. “Guess you finally learned to thr