All Chapters of Impregnated By The Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The next morning, when Noémi woke to the gentle rays of the sun caressing her skin, she stifled a yawn with the back of her hand and sat up, stretching her arms.Her eyebrows shot up to her forehead the moment her gaze landed on Ajax—fast asleep on the couch that was far too small for his tall frame. A throw pillow was shoved under his head, while his torso was curled slightly against the freezing temperature of the room. He was still dressed in the same clothes she had seen him in the previous night, and with the way his eyes remained shut—soft breaths escaping his lips—it was clear he was deep in sleep.After he had left the room last night, she hadn’t been able to fall asleep for a long while. But when she finally did, she was out like a light. She wondered what time he had returned. She wondered how long he had been awake.As soon as those questions formed in her head, a wave of guilt washed over her.First things first,

Noémie found it arduous to determine what hurt her the most—the accusations hurled by the aunt or Ajax’s indifferent attitude. She thought it was both. Both of them wounded her deeply. But the way Ajax responded—or rather, didn’t respond—skewered her heart like a blade.But what had she even expected? For him to take her side? His aunt wasn’t wrong when she called her a nobody. She was nothing to him. And he shouldn’t be anything to her either. He had taken advantage of her. He had ruined her life. So why did she keep forgetting that? Why did she keep overlooking the suffering that had torn her away from the people she loved—her friends, her family?Tears continued to spill from her eyes. No matter how hard she tried to pull herself together—scolding herself for having even the slightest expectations from anyone but herself—the tears only multiplied. Her heart only sank deeper, the invisible blade twisting cruelly.A few minutes ago, when Vincent pounded on the door, demanding to be l

A wave of nausea engulfed Noémie as they drove through the familiar roads of the city. The pictures of the models had changed, but the signboards remained the same. The faces of the people were still a passing memory, but the feeling of belonging—and being part of the crowd—felt just the same.Noémie did a double take when their car passed a familiar building—a multi-cuisine restaurant where she had treated her younger sister, Claudia, on the day she graduated. It had been a pleasant day. It was rare for her entire family to gather for an occasion, with everyone caught up in their own priorities, but that day, everyone had looked happy. Claudia had cut the cake and introduced her boyfriend to the family for the first time.Thinking about her family brought a fresh pang to Noémie’s heart. Her vision blurred, and tears soaked her lashes. She had yet to contact her sister and tell her about her return. Even after a week of staying at the main Halest Villa, she hadn’t been able to muster

A huge grin spread across her pink lips as Ajax helped her climb out of the car.The strong aroma of coffee and pastries greeted them with a grand jingle the moment the door opened. They took a seat at a table near the window. Ajax removed his suit jacket and draped it over the back of his chair. After ordering an aromatic frappe for Noémie and a plain black coffee for himself, he also picked out some cupcakes and croissants on the side.When the barista left, Ajax set his phone aside and laced his fingers together on the tabletop. “Mom called yesterday,” he began. “She invited us to dinner this Saturday. Do you want to go?”“Sure, why not?” Noémie didn’t see any issue with it. At least, not unless Aunt Isabella had permanently moved in—now that would be a problem. “What’s the occasion?”Ajax opened his mouth to respond when his phone suddenly blasted beside him. Frowning, he glanced at the screen and let out a deep sigh. “I need to take this,” he said, already rising to his feet. “Do

The next morning, when Noémie woke up, she found herself surrounded by flowers. Literally. All kinds of them. Roses, daisies, violets, daffodils, buttercups, orchids—flowers she couldn’t even name that early in the morning. Despite her lingering sadness from the events of the previous day, she couldn’t help but smile as the sweet, fresh fragrance filled her senses.A soft groan of delight escaped her lips as she stretched her arms above her head, rolling her shoulders with a grin. Excitement flickered through her movements as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her bare feet brushing the cool floor. A melody hummed in the back of her mind as she walked to the table across from her bed, plucking a daisy from a bouquet. She curled her fingers around its delicate stalk, inhaling its scent with a quiet chuckle.Of course, she thought about the person behind the surprise. But she didn’t have to wonder for long. There was only one name—only one man—who had been leaving her these un