All Chapters of The billionaire Tyrant: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The snowstorm had intensified overnight, turning their small neighborhood into a scene from a storybook. Emma woke early, the faint gray light of dawn filtering through the curtains. The house was silent, She stretched her growing belly a gentle reminder of the life stirring within her. As she slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Thomas, a sense of serenity washed over her. Padding softly to the nursery, she opened the door and flicked on a small lamp, its light casting a warm glow over the carefully curated space. She ran her hand over the back of the armchair, her mind wandering to the many nights she would spend there, rocking her baby to sleep. Emma moved to the window and pulled back the curtain, her breath catching at the beauty outside. The sun had begun to rise, casting a golden sheen over the snow, making it glitter like scattered jewels. Her heart swelled with gratitude and anticipation. Each day brought them closer to meeting the tiny soul who had already transfor

The day had begun softly. Emma stirred awake, the faint coos of her newborn drawing her from the depths of sleep. Her body, though aching, felt a quiet strength as she sat up, wrapping herself in a warm blanket. Lily’s tiny form shifted beside the bed. Emma leaned over, her heart swelling anew as she gently lifted her daughter into her arms. Every moment with Lily felt profound, each second a reminder of the fragile, beautiful miracle they had been entrusted with. Emma hummed a soft tune. Her voice was barely a whisper, but it calmed the baby instantly, the tiny bundle relaxing against her chest. Minutes later, Thomas appeared in the doorway, balancing two steaming mugs. His hair was tousled and his face carried the unmistakable joy of new fatherhood. “Good morning, you two,” he said, his voice low and tender. Emma looked up, her eyes meeting him with an unspoken understanding. “Morning,” she replied, her gaze drifting back to Lily. “She’s already stolen the day, hasn’t sh

Emma stirred awake, reaching out instinctively for Thomas, but her hand met only the cool sheets beside her. She blinked, disorganised for a moment, before the faint sound of Lily stirring in her crib drew her focus. The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the baby monitor. Emma knew where Thomas was; he'd mentioned it the night before. Work had called him back earlier than expected, a pressing issue with one of their ongoing projects. She sighed, pushing herself up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her body still ached from the relentless demands of new motherhood, but she welcomed the quiet strength that came with it. Lily’s small sounds grew louder, and Emma couldn’t help but smile as she made her way to the crib. “Good morning, sweet girl,” she whispered, scooping her daughter into her arms. Lily squirmed, her tiny face scrunching before relaxing at the sound of her mother’s voice. Emma carried Lily into the living room, settling her on the couch with a soft blank

Thomas felt a nervous kind of energy humming through his body as he stood in the dimly lit bedroom that evening. The house was finally quiet. Lily had gone to sleep after her usual fussing, and Emma had disappeared into the bathroom, telling him to wait. He wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but the way she’d looked at him earlier had sent his heart racing. It had been months since Emma gave birth, months of sleepless nights, adjusting to parenthood, and finding new ways to connect as a couple. Their love was strong, but intimacy had taken a backseat. He understood why Emma had been healing, and they’d both been navigating the chaos of a newborn. But tonight felt different. Emma’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. “You’re not falling asleep out there, are you?” she teased. Thomas turned toward the bathroom door, smiling. “Not a chance.” The door opened, and Emma stepped out. She wasn’t wearing anything extravagant, a simple, soft robe tied loosely at the waist but the

The smell of coffee brewing filled the kitchen as Thomas flipped a pancake with all the focus of a man on a mission. Lily was happily sitting in her high chair, smacking a toy against the tray, while Emma leaned against the counter, watching him with an amused expression. “You’re taking this pancake thing very seriously,” Emma teased, sipping her coffee. Thomas glanced over his shoulder, holding up the spatula like a weapon. “This isn’t just pancakes. This is redemption. I’m proving to you that I can at least get a ten in the kitchen.” Emma smirked, setting her coffee cup down. “You’re really stuck on that eight, aren’t you?” “Of course I am!” Thomas said dramatically, flipping another pancake. “My ego is fragile, Emma. You can’t just give me an eight after the performance of my life last night.” Emma burst out laughing, covering her mouth. “Performance of your life? Thomas, you knocked over the water glass, got tangled in the sheets, and oh, don’t forget the infamous robe s