All Chapters of Birthed For Me (From Guardian to Groom) : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Chapter 41: A Father's Plea

The next day, Maurice decided to drive himself home. After a long day at work, he emerged from his office in his crisp suit, every inch the formidable businessman again. His stride was confident, his presence commanding as he made his way to the company garage. Just as he reached for his car door, a figure stepped out from the shadows. Carlos Bryan. Carlos, looking more broken than before, approached Maurice slowly. His eyes held regret as he spoke with unusual calm. “Mr. Mayer, I apologize for disturbing you like this, but we need to talk.” Maurice exhaled, his hand already on the car door. “It’s been a long day. I’d rather have this conversation another time.” Carlos’s voice cracked as he pressed on. “Are you avoiding me? Is this payback for how I treated you? I was wrong, Maurice. I was misinformed. Nana Nancy poisoned my thoughts against you, and I believed her. I thought you were dangerous. But I see now, I was wrong. I’m sorry. Please, don’t hold it against me.” Maurice’

Chapter 42: Office Romance with Wifey

Martin was still talking to Mia while Maurice's hands roamed her soft succulent skin underneath the table.“It’s an honor, Mrs. Mayer,” Martin replied with a respectful nod. “Thank you for always looking out for him,” Mia said warmly. “But lately, I’ve noticed he comes home so tired, sometimes too tired to even eat. Is everything alright at work? Or are you short-staffed?” Martin hesitated. “No, ma’am. We’re fully staffed. But the annual year-end celebration is coming up, and Maurice insists on overseeing every detail himself. He’s been... pushing harder than usual.” Mia turned to Maurice, her expression soft but scolding. “You’ve been overworking yourself again, haven’t you?” Maurice gave a helpless shrug. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. After next week, things will calm down.” Her frown deepened. “And in the meantime? Skipping meals?” Martin, against his better judgment, added gently, “He’s been skipping lunch almost every day.” Maurice shot him a deadly look. Martin winced but

Chapter 43: A Complex Reunion

Maurice leaned back in his chair, his eyes following Mia as she paced restlessly across the living room. The air was thick with tension, every step she took echoing the heaviness of their conversation. He knew what he was about to ask of her wasn’t easy, but he also couldn’t ignore the truth. “Mia,” Maurice began softly, his tone careful, “I know what your father did was... unforgivable. But he’s reaching out now. Maybe it’s time to at least consider giving him another chance. He lost his wife, your mother, and that broke him in ways we can’t fully understand. He lived a miserable, hollow life without her. Honestly, you probably wouldn’t have liked the man he was back then, even if he had kept you.” He leaned forward, searching her face. “He loved your mother deeply, that’s undeniable. He loved her perhaps too much for his own good. Yes, the way he handled everything was wrong, terribly wrong. But he’s trying now, Mia. He’s trying to make amends, and that’s not easy for him either

Chapter 44: A Complex Reunion II

Later that evening, Carlos quietly led Maurice into his private study. The room, lined with shelves of old books and faintly lit by a single lamp, seemed to breathe with the heaviness of unspoken truths. Carlos motioned for him to sit, but when he lowered himself into his chair, the strength that usually radiated from him was gone. He looked, diminished, like a man who had finally run out of battles to fight. “Maurice,” Carlos said at last, his voice rough and low, “there’s something I’ve kept from everyone. Something I may never find the courage to tell Mia.” Maurice’s chest tightened. He had never seen Carlos this way, fragile, uncertain. He leaned forward. “What is it?” Carlos hesitated, his lips pressing together as though the words themselves were poison. Finally, with a trembling breath, he confessed, “I’m dying, Maurice. The doctors gave me a diagnosis… terminal. My days are numbered.” The words hit Maurice like a thunderclap. He froze, trying to process, yet forced

Chapter 45:From Two to Three

lThe golden afternoon sunlight poured through the wide glass windows of Mia’s fashion house, bathing the office in a soft, comforting glow. Fabric samples and sketches lay scattered on the table, while the distant chatter of salespeople and clients created a soothing backdrop. Mia and Gina sat across from each other, their laughter rising and falling like a melody. Gina, as always, was the storyteller, her hands flying dramatically through the air as she reenacted a comical incident from earlier in the day. “You should’ve seen his face!” Gina said, her voice brimming with amusement. “I thought he was going to faint right there on the spot. If I had a camera, oh, Mia, you’d still be laughing.” Mia chuckled softly, resting her chin on her palm as she watched her friend’s antics. But in the middle of her laughter, a sudden, sharp wave of nausea rolled through her stomach. Her smile disappeared, her face paling. “Excuse me,” she muttered hurriedly, bolting up from her chair. Gina bli

Chapter 46: The Weight of What's Coming

Maurice Mayer’s arrival at the Bryan Empire hit like a thunderclap on a cloudless day, raw, electric, and impossible to ignore. He stepped out of his sleek black Maybach into a frenzy of flashing cameras and jostling reporters, the air crackling with a cocktail of awe, envy, and barely veiled skepticism. “Mayer’s really doing this?” one journalist muttered into his mic, voice laced with disbelief, as the crowd surged forward like a living wave. Whispers snaked through the throng: The feud’s over? Or just beginning. Maurice Mayer, the world’s most formidable and ruthless tycoon, had come to take the helm of the Bryan Empire, it felt like swallowing Bryan legacy whole. It was the kind of headline that could topple empires, or ignite them. And the crowd buzzed with disbelief. A Mayer stepping into Bryan territory? It felt almost sacrilegious, as though history itself was being rewritten in real time. He emerged with the kind of presence that silenced chaos. Tall, sharp, and

Chapter 47: Threads of fate

Morning Melt Maurice was in the middle of his morning routine, sweat glistening on his chiseled frame as he pounded steadily on the treadmill.The rhythmic thud of his footsteps had become a meditation of sorts, a ritual that kept both his body honed and his mind sharp. Sweat traced lazy rivers down Maurice's chiseled back, his breaths steady and deep as the treadmill hummed beneath him, feet pounding out that familiar rhythm, like a heartbeat.But then..."Maurice..." The soft, familiar call pulled him out of his rhythm. He slowed the treadmill and turned his head to see Mia standing in the doorway, her lips pursed into a small pout that melted him instantly. He punched the stop button, snagged a towel, and swiped it quick over his face and neck, but she didn't wait. Mia launched herself at him like gravity had flipped, her slight frame crashing into his damp chest, arms looping tight around his waist, zero cares about the sweat slicking between them. "Whoa, easy there, delicate

Chapter 48: Regrets

Mia stepped quietly into the room, her heart tightening at the now-familiar sterile scent of antiseptic. The soft, rhythmic beeping of the machines filled the silence, each sound a cruel reminder of the fragility of the man lying in the bed before her. Carlos Bryan looked almost unrecognizable from the powerful figure she had come to know over the past few months. His once-broad shoulders were thinner, his skin pale and sallow, and his eyes, once burning with confidence, were now dulled by the weight of his illness. Yet, when he lifted his gaze and saw her, something flickered back to life. His eyes warmed instantly, and that simple spark made Mia's heart ache in a way she hadn't expected. Her footsteps made only the softest rustle as she crossed the room, the sound of her own breathing seeming loud in her ears. She set the basket of fruit she had brought down on the side table and, with delicate hands, began to peel an apple, its sweet fragrance mingling with the cold, clinical air

Chapter 49: Daddy

Worrying For Mia At five months pregnant, every twinge felt like a whisper from the little life inside of Mia, a delicate secret she was still learning to cradle. But today, the nausea hit like a rogue wave, pulling her from sleep with a quiet gasp. She curled into herself, porcelain-pale skin flushed, her breaths shallow and uneven, like a bird with a broken wing. Maurice was awake in an instant, his arm slipping around her waist with the ease of someone who'd mapped her every sigh. "Hey, angel," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear, warm and steady as the heartbeat she could feel thrumming through his chest. He didn't rush or fuss, just shifted the pillows behind her, propping her up like she was made of spun glass. From the nightstand, he grabbed the ginger tea he'd brewed and chilled overnight, pressing the cool glass into her trembling hands. "Sip slow. I've got you." She managed a sip, the tart warmth easing the knot in her stomach, and leaned into him,

Chapter 50: Worrying For Mia

Martin gently opened the glass door to Maurice’s office, already rehearsing his agenda for the morning. But the moment he stepped in, his thoughts froze. There, behind the sleek mahogany desk, the man everyone considered indestructible, Maurice, the perfectionist, the untouchable, the one who never missed a beat, was fast asleep. His head rested on a pile of scattered documents, his usually immaculate workspace now a battlefield of open files, pens, and half-empty coffee cups. The soft, rhythmic sound of his breathing filled the otherwise silent room. Martin blinked, momentarily stunned. Then, with a slow grin spreading across his face, he tapped the desk lightly, just enough to make Maurice stir. The CEO jerked upright, disoriented, his dark lashes fluttering as he tried to blink himself awake. “Wait…” Martin said dramatically, clutching his chest in mock astonishment. “Did I just witness the Maurice Bryan asleep on the job? No, this must be a dream. Someone call the press! T

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