Semua Bab A Billionaire's Bargain: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Zayn's Pov The air feels lighter somehow, different even as we are still packing up at the house. Kamrin and Kamila are practically vibrating with excitement, their laughter bouncing down the hall as they dart from one room to the next. They are piling random toys and snacks into their tiny backpacks, no regard for what they will actually need. It’s pure chaos. I catch Araceli watching them, her expression soft. I know she’s seen them like this before, but maybe it’s hitting her differently today, like she’s seeing the effect I want this trip to have on all of us, the break we need. For a moment, her gaze settles on me, less guarded, almost… hopeful. I want to believe that look is for me, that she sees the effort I’m putting into this, into fixing the mess I made. She approaches, her gaze flickering to the guards as they load the large bags into the cars, her eyes shifting to the added security measures I have arranged. “Zayn… you are sure this isn’t too much?” she murmurs. I

Freya's Pov I slid the spare key into the lock, the soft click echoing louder than it should in the silence of Caleb’s house. Inside, the air felt stale, almost deserted. My heels echoed as I walked through the foyer, my eyes scanning the open living room. A few furnitures were missing, there was an odd emptiness in the kitchen area. My gaze fell on a blank wall where a painting used to hang. I narrowed my eyes, looking around. A few framed photos were also gone, and his grandfather’s antique clock wasn’t on the mantle. Was he moving or selling things off without my knowledge? Caleb’s words ran through my mind, over and over again, gnawing at my nerves. “Lay low Freya.” That was all he had said to me after Zayn got to know of our affair, he had brushed me off like I was some temporary problem he needed to brush under the rug. “Are you okay, Freya? We can't be seen together. Has it crossed your mind what Zayn might do to us, we need some time away from each other.” His wor

Zayn's Pov A quiet knock sounded at my office door. Aaron stepped in, holding a flash drive between his fingers. “Sir, here’s the drive you requested, I'm sorry I couldn't get it across to you last night." He said, placing it on my desk like it might shatter if he held on too long. Aaron is one of my most hard working staffs, so I knew he had put his best foot forward in delivering this drive to me. I nodded towards a seat and he sat down, his eyes darting between the drive and my face. I leaned back, eyeing him. “Any leads?” “No, sir,” he admitted. “Whoever is involved is careful, almost too careful. There is no obvious access point or trail… but maybe it’s in there somewhere. If we look hard enough.” “Thanks, Aaron,” I said, grabbing the flash drive. I turned it in my fingers, letting it catch the light. “I will go through this today. Keep an eye on things in the meantime. And Aaron… I don’t want anyone knowing about this yet. If they are as careful as you say, they wi

My phone buzzed on the passenger seat as I turned down the winding road leading toward the house. It was my wife. I picked up, her soft voice slipping through the speaker, wrapping around me with that warmth only she could bring. “Did you get the milk, babe?” My lips curled in a smile, this time, I didn't foret. “Yeah, I got it, I also have you bag of chips with me." In the rearview, I could see my son, earbuds in, staring at the game on his phone without a care in the world. “I will be home soon love.” I hung up, but another message pinged almost instantly. The name that flashed on the screen wasn’t one I’d wanted to see. Freya. I think I’m miscarrying Caleb, it's...the baby. I need help please, I'm in pain. I stared at the text, my pulse kicking up, frustration and dread colliding. We hadn’t talked much since Zayn finding out about our affair, I had told her to lay low, but that was just my way of gradually cutting her off. I didn't want her having a child for me,

Zayn's Pov My phone buzzed, shattering the quiet tension of my office. Louis’s name flashed across the screen. "Man, have you seen the news?" His voice was tense, almost breathless. I frowned, reaching for my tablet. "No. What’s going on?" "Just… check it," he said, the urgency clear. Then he hung up. I opened the tablet, and there it was, headlines plastered across every news outlet, my face at the center of it all, larger than life. A viral circus of headlines scrolled across the screen, each one worse than the last. Billionaire Zayn Vanderbilt's Baby Mama Drama Secrets Unveiled: Divorce, Cheating, and a Mysterious Stripper Lover Tragedy Strikes: Did Zayn Vanderbilt Murder His Brother's Child? Blood Feud: The Vendetta Between Brothers Vanderbilt. I clenched my jaw, a bitter taste settled on my tongue as I took it all in. They had managed to pull Araceli into this, dragging her through the mud alongside my name. I hadn’t wanted this for her, any of it. I reac