All Chapters of Claiming the billionaire ceo genius baby: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A sliver of golden light cut through the sheer drapes, tracing a thin path over the silk sheets. The scent of expensive cologne and last night’s champagne lingered in the air, mingling with the faintest trace of something forbidden. The world outside this penthouse was already awake cars honking, heels clicking against polished pavement but inside this gilded cage, time stood still.Belle Madrigal stirred, the cool satin against her bare skin a sharp contrast to the fevered heat of last night. Her mind felt thick, sluggish, as if swimming through the remnants of a dream. Then reality struck.She wasn’t in her own bed.Her lashes fluttered open, and the sight before her stole the breath from her lungs.A man stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, adjusting the cuffs of his crisp white shirt, his movements precise, unhurried like a king preparing for war. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his frame exuding raw power even in the simplest of gestures. Tousled dark hair framed a face so str

A sliver of cold light sliced through the darkness.Belle stirred, her body a battlefield of pain.Her limbs were leaden, her ribs screaming in protest at the mere attempt to move. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed through her skull, the sensation sharp and unforgiving. The sterile bite of hospital air filled her lungs, mingling with the distant beeping of machines that counted out the fragile rhythm of her existence.She was alive.The realization should have brought relief.Instead, dread coiled in her stomach like a snake, tightening its grip.Something was wrong.The sheets beneath her were crisp, the mattress too firm, the walls around her a clinical shade of white, too pristine, too controlled.This wasn’t her apartment.It wasn’t even the cheap motel where she’d planned to disappear, where she could vanish into the background of the world and never be found.No.This place was a cage.Belle forced her eyelids open, blinking against the oppressive fluorescence overhead. The room wav

The mansion loomed before her, an iron fortress disguised as luxury.Belle stood at the threshold, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the weight of her choices pressing against her chest.She had signed the contract.She had sealed her fate.Now, she was here.Alistair had said nothing on the drive back. Not a word.And she had been too exhausted to fight the silence.The butler, an older man with a face carved by time and discipline, stepped aside, ushering her into a world she didn’t belong to.Belle stepped forward, her shoes sinking into the plush marble floors. Chandeliers glowed above her, casting golden light against the towering bookshelves, the grand staircase, the portraits of Kensington ancestors who had ruled before Alistair.She didn’t belong here.She never would.Alistair strode ahead without looking back. “You’ll stay in the east wing.”Belle swallowed hard. “And you?”He paused at the foot of the stairs. Then,

The lobby of Kensington Enterprises was a hive of wealth and influence. With her arms folded, Belle stood close to the glass windows, listening to the bustle of the city below. This was not the place for her. Not in the marble floors, the well-tailored suits, or the whispered chatter of those who breathed money like oxygen. But she was not going anywhere. Considering how hard she'd fought to get here. A controlled, deliberate click of heels reverberated behind her. Belle pivoted. Richards, Gabrielle. Alistair's helper. His guardian. Gabrielle, dressed immaculately in a silk shirt and charcoal-gray pencil skirt, walked like a queen in her court, cold and unreachable. Her eyes ran over Belle, disdainful and calculating. "You're doing something wrong," Gabrielle said. Belle's chin went up. "I'm accustomed to hearing that." Gabrielle's forehead raised. "Are you accustomed to correctness?" Belle remained unflinching. "What are you looking for?" Gabrielle lowered her voice and

The morning was too quiet.Belle woke to the feeling of being watched.For a split second, she swore she wasn’t alone. The heavy silk curtains filtered in the dim morning light, and the Kensington estate was silent, as if holding its breath.Then, she saw it.Her cushion had a tiny velvet box on it. Her heart twitched. No one had entered, as far as she knew. hadn't sensed the change in the mattress. Even nevertheless, the box remained there, an encroachment on her personal space. With the cool morning air sweeping across her naked shoulders, Belle forced herself to stand up. Her fingers hesitated, almost reluctantly, as she reached for the package carefully. It wasn't heavy. However, its weight was a quite different matter. An alert. a cage. She opened the lid with a flip. Inside, a diamond collar necklace was nestled against the rich crimson velvet. The cold, perfect, and merciless stones gleamed in the gentle light. Belle's breath caught. This was jewellery she had see