All Chapters of A baby for the billionaire brothers : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Juliet chuckled, leading Annabel into the spacious living room. “Sit down, Annabel. There’s a lot to catch up on,” she said with a mysterious glint in her eyes. As they settled on the plush sofas, Juliet began unraveling her recent journey. “You won’t believe what happened. It turns out I have a distant relative who passed away and left me a significant inheritance,” she explained, her excitement evident. Annabel’s eyes widened in amazement, trying to process the unexpected revelation. “So, you’re rich now?” she asked, still absorbing the news in a doubtful manner. Annabel and Juliet, having shared a longstanding friendship, were attuned to each other's nuances. Annabel possessed an intuitive ability to discern when Juliet was being less than truthful, detecting a subtle discord in her energy, as if she were grappling with rehearsed words in her mind. Sensing the tension, Juliet, raising an inquisitive eyebrow, nervously questioned, "What's wrong?" The palpable unease hung i

Andrew’s face registered concern as he saw Annabel in tears. “Annabel, what happened?” he asked, rushing over to her side. Annabel, startled by his sudden appearance, hastily wiped away her tears, attempting to compose herself. “Sir Andrew, you shouldn’t be here,” she stammered, avoiding eye contact. Ignoring her attempt to divert his attention, Andrew gently reached out and touched her shoulder. “Tell me what’s going on. Why are you crying?” he insisted, worry etched across his face. Annabel hesitated before finally breaking down. “It’s just… everything is falling apart. I’m struggling with personal issues, and today has been particularly difficult,” she confessed, her vulnerability showing. Andrew, understanding the weight of her words, pulled her into a comforting hug. “You don’t have to face everything alone. I’m here for you,” he reassured her, his genuine concern evident in his voice. Andrew, surprised by Annabel's sudden push, managed to maintain his balance. Her ab

Andrew's mother raised an eyebrow, a stern expression on her face. "Andrew, we need to talk," she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. Andrew's earlier amusement quickly turned into apprehension as they headed to a more private space for the impending conversation. In the secluded space, Andrew's mother fixed him with a piercing gaze. "I hope you have a reasonable explanation for what I just witnessed," she stated, her voice firm. Andrew shifted uncomfortably, attempting to choose his words carefully. "It's just a misunderstanding, Mom. Annabel and I were discussing her new schedule, and things got a bit... intense," he explained, avoiding direct eye contact. His mother's expression remained unyielding. "Intense? That didn't look like a professional discussion to me," she remarked, crossing her arms. "I hope you're not taking advantage of your position, Andrew." Andrew sighed, realizing the gravity of the situation. "No, Mom, it's not like that. I just wanted to

Albert’s keen gaze remained fixed on Andrew, waiting for an explanation. Andrew, struggling to find the right words, stammered, “Uh, I… I was just checking on Annabel. You know, making sure everything’s okay.” Albert raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his tone. “Checking on Annabel? Why all of a sudden? Is there something you’re not telling me?” Andrew hesitated, a mix of guilt and uncertainty crossing his features. “It’s just… things have been a bit complicated lately, and I thought I should see how she’s doing,” he finally admitted. Albert, though intrigued, couldn’t shake the feeling that Andrew wasn’t revealing the whole story. “Complicated? What’s going on, Andrew? Why the sudden concern for Annabel?” The air in the corridor grew tense as Andrew’s frown deepened, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. Albert’s barrage of questions had struck a nerve, and Andrew decided it was time to turn the tables on his curious brother. “Albert,” Andrew began, his voice car

It has been precisely seven days since Annabel received the unusual request from Mrs. Torres to extend an invitation to her husband, a directive instigated by Mrs. Torres's concern for her sons, Albert and Andrew. The underlying motive was to serve as a deterrent, preventing any potential romantic entanglements between the aforementioned sons and Annabel. In the seclusion of his study, Andrew, immersed in his thoughts, couldn't help but vocalize his desire for Annabel. "I want her to be mine," he uttered, grappling with his emotions while nervously biting his lip. Despite the intense yearning for Annabel and the allure of her touch, Andrew realized the necessity of maintaining self-control. He understood that any hint of impropriety could lead to suspicion and, subsequently, his mother dismissing Annabel from her position. Caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, Annabel found herself walking along the mansion's passageways when she unintentionally eavesdropped on Mrs. Tor