Chapter10
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Natasha had never seen anything like it before.
The iron gates slowly opened, revealing a long private driveway surrounded by perfectly trimmed gardens and tall trees that seemed to guard the property like silent soldiers.
At the end of the driveway stood a mansion.
No.
It was far too grand to be called just a mansion.
It looked more like a palace.
Natasha stepped out of the car slowly, her eyes wide as she stared up at the massive structure. The building rose three floors high, its cream-colored stone glowing under the afternoon sunlight. Large glass windows reflected the sky, while elegant balconies curved around the upper floors.
“This is… your house?” she asked.
Alexander Reed closed the car door beside her.
“Yes.”
Natasha’s heart raced with excitement.
If she married him, this place would become her home.
Servants stood neatly lined up near the entrance. A middle-aged man in a black suit stepped forward.
“Welcome back, Mr. Reed.”
Alexander nodded briefly.
“Marcus, this is Natasha.”
The man gave Natasha a respectful bow.
“Welcome, Miss Natasha.”
Natasha smiled, trying to act like she belonged there.
Inside, the mansion was even more breathtaking.
The marble floor gleamed under a massive crystal chandelier. A grand staircase curved elegantly toward the upper floor, and expensive paintings decorated the walls.
Natasha walked slowly, pretending to remain calm while her eyes absorbed every luxurious detail.
“This way,” Marcus said politely.
He led her upstairs into a large bedroom.
Natasha gasped softly.
The room was bigger than her entire apartment back at the Charles mansion.
A king-sized bed sat in the center, covered with silk sheets. Floor-to-ceiling windows opened to a balcony that overlooked the gardens. A walk-in closet filled one side of the room.
“This will be your room,” Marcus said.
Natasha turned in a circle, admiring everything.
“It’s perfect.”
Marcus nodded politely.
“If you need anything, the staff will assist you.”
After he left, Natasha immediately ran toward the mirror.
She held up her hand, admiring the ring again.
“This is really happening,” she whispered.
A billionaire.
A mansion.
A future filled with wealth.
All because of a ring she had found in Amelia’s room.
Natasha laughed softly to herself.
Amelia had always been the lucky one.
But not anymore.
Downstairs, Alexander sat in his private study.
A glass of whiskey rested untouched on the table.
He leaned back in his chair, staring at the city lights beyond the window.
Something felt strange.
The ring had led him directly to Natasha.
Yet his memory of the woman from that night refused to settle.
He remembered warmth.
Soft laughter.
Curves.
The woman he had shared that night with had felt different.
Natasha was beautiful, yes.
But the energy between them now felt… empty.
He closed his eyes briefly.
Maybe his memory was playing tricks on him.
It had been a long night.
And Natasha had the ring.
That fact alone was difficult to argue with.
Still, a quiet voice in his mind whispered a question he couldn’t answer.
Why does something feel wrong?
Meanwhile, far away from Paris, Amelia walked slowly through a quiet park.
The air was cool and peaceful.
She sat down on a wooden bench, staring down at the pregnancy test results in her hands.
Pregnant.
She still couldn’t believe it.
Her mind felt overwhelmed.
She had come here to start over.
To escape the humiliation of Evan and Natasha.
But now her life had changed again in a way she hadn’t expected.
She touched her stomach gently.
A baby.
A child that belonged to her.
And to the man she had spent only one night with.
Alexander.
The name still lingered in her memory.
She remembered his voice.
The calm confidence in his eyes.
The strange kindness he had shown her that night.
For a brief moment, she wondered if she should try to find him.
But the thought disappeared quickly.
What would she even say?
Hello, we shared one night together and now I’m pregnant.
No.
It was impossible.
Besides, she had no idea who he truly was.
And maybe it was better that way.
Amelia took a deep breath.
“I can do this,” she whispered softly.
She would work.
She would build a life.
And she would raise this child on her own.
Two weeks passed.
Natasha was already getting comfortable inside Alexander’s world.
She had new clothes.
Designer handbags.
Private drivers.
Personal stylists.
Every luxury she had ever dreamed of.
But Alexander remained distant.
He treated her politely, respectfully.
Yet there was no warmth in his actions.
No affection.
No intimacy.
One evening during dinner, Natasha finally spoke.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” she said.
Alexander looked up from his glass.
“I haven’t.”
“Yes, you have.”
He leaned back slightly.
“What do you want, Natasha?”
She hesitated before answering.
“You said something about marriage.”
Alexander nodded.
“I did.”
“Were you serious?”
Alexander studied her face carefully.
“Yes.”
Natasha felt excitement rise again.
“But I believe marriage should be built on something more than one night,” he added.
Her smile faded slightly.
“So what does that mean?”
“It means we take time.”
Natasha forced herself to stay calm.
“Alright.”
But inside, she was worried.
Time meant questions.
And questions meant risk.
Because if Alexander ever discovered the truth…
Everything she had just gained would disappear.
Meanwhile, Amelia sat inside the doctor’s office again.
The doctor moved the ultrasound device slowly across her stomach.
Then the doctor froze.
Amelia noticed immediately.
“What is it?” she asked nervously.
The doctor stared at the screen in disbelief.
“Miss Charles…”
“Yes?”
The doctor turned the monitor toward her.
“I think we need to talk.”
Amelia’s heart started beating faster.
“Is something wrong?”
The doctor shook her head slowly.
“No… not wrong.”
She pointed at the screen.
“There’s more than one baby.”
Amelia blinked.
“What do you mean?”
The doctor smiled gently.
“You’re not having one baby.”
She paused.
“You’re having three.”
The words hung in the air like thunder.
Amelia’s mouth fell open.
“Three?”
“Yes.”
The doctor nodded.
“Triplets.”
Amelia stared at the screen in complete shock.
Three tiny heartbeats flickered on the monitor.
Three lives.
Three children.
Her children.
Tears slowly filled her eyes.
Her life had changed forever.
And somewhere in Paris, their father had no idea.
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