บททั้งหมดของ SOLD TO THE GANG LEADER : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

(Adriana’s POV)It started like an ordinary morning.Sunlight slanted through the windows, spilling gold across the hardwood floors of the bedroom. Outside, birds chirped faintly over the distant hum of city traffic, softened by layers of manicured hedges and wrought iron gates. Inside, the world felt still — safe. Almost too quiet for a house that belonged to the most feared man in Deal Dynasty.But safety had taken a different shape lately.Hunter had been… different.It had been weeks since he told me he loved me. Weeks since those three words cracked something wide open between us. He hadn’t stopped saying them since sometimes in whispers, sometimes in heated murmurs when he thought I was asleep, sometimes just with his eyes. That same man, the one who took me from my parents — was now the one who carried my prenatal vitamins in his back pocket and checked in every few hours like it was the most natural thing in the world.I didn’t know what today would hold. But I could feel it.

(Adriana’s POV)Mornings in Hunter’s house didn’t used to feel like this.They used to feel like waiting rooms~silent, heavy, tense with whatever unspoken thing might come next. Now, though, the quiet was softer. It didn’t press against my chest like a weight. It settled gently, like a lullaby I didn’t know I needed.I was curled up in bed, Hunter’s side already cold. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, spilling gold over the pale bedding and the soft bump of my stomach. I ran my hand over it absently, still getting used to the slight curve. The babies—our babies—were growing. I hadn’t felt a kick yet, but I could feel them. In the fatigue that hit faster, the way my body stretched without asking, and in the fierce way Hunter watched me, like if he blinked too long, I might disappear.I reached for my new phone, the one he gave me a few weeks ago. My fingers still hesitated every time I unlocked it. Like freedom wasn’t something I’d earned yet. But it wasn’t about freedom an

(Adriana’s POV)It had been exactly eight and a half months since everything changed.Eight and a half months since my father signed the contract that handed me over. Since Hunter pulled me from one world and dropped my heart first into another. Eight and a half months since I became his. Since I found out I was carrying his children. Since I stopped fighting and started… living.Now, I was full-term. Nine months pregnant. The twins could come at any moment. Every little cramp, every shift, every odd ache sent a ripple through me—was this it? Were they ready?I wasn’t afraid.I used to think of that girl I once was, the one with shaking hands, wide eyes, and no answers. But she had grown. She had become someone who wrote love letters to the future.So that’s what I was doing this morning, curled up in the sitting area of our bedroom, the sun flooding through the windows, making the white curtains glow like silk. I had my journal open across my lap, a pale pink leather-bound one with s

(Adriana’s POV)I woke up to an empty bed.The sheets beside me were already cool, and the space where Hunter should’ve been still held the faint scent of his cologne leather, citrus, something darker that I’d never been able to name but had grown to crave. I blinked slowly, turning onto my side with a wince. The twins,our twins, were heavy this morning. My back ached in that dull, dragging way that made it hard to find the right angle, and my legs felt stiff from the way I must’ve slept.I placed a hand over my belly, smoothing my palm across the tight stretch of skin. They didn’t kick, not yet, but they were awake. I could feel it. That strange, silent awareness. Like we were all sharing one body, one tired heartbeat.The sunlight filtering through the curtains was gentle, golden. The kind of soft light that usually meant peace. But today… it just made the room feel too big. Too quiet. Too empty without him.Hunter.A small, involuntary sigh left my lips. I didn’t hear any sounds fro

Adriana’s POVThe first contraction took my breath away.At first I honestly thought I had imagined it – just a tightness in my lower stomach and a sharp wave of discomfort that faded before I could finish whispering Hunter’s name. I was still sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing my hair, when the second one hit. This time it wasn’t a wave – it was a storm. My entire body tightened and I gasped, bending forward and clutching my belly with both hands.“Hunter…” I tried to call, but it came out as a strangled cry.The pain splintered down my spine. Something warm pooled under me.Water.My water.“Oh God.”I didn’t even manage anything else before another contraction tore through me and I screamed—loud, raw, terrified.Hunter was already running. I heard his footsteps pounding down the hallway and then he practically exploded through the bedroom door in a blur of black shirt, wild eyes and panic.“Adriana!” He came to my side, grabbing my shoulders, trying to steady me. “What happene