Semua Bab Soaked in His Cum: Contracted To The Ruthless Billionaire: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Mia’s POV Gunfire tore through the command center like thunder. Screens shattered. Sparks flew as rival mercenaries breached the outer defenses. Damien moved on instinct, shoving me behind a reinforced console while barking orders into his comms. Elena and the remaining team returned fire, turning the war room into a battlefield. “Get the children to the panic vault!” Damien roared, gun steady in his hand as he dropped two intruders who burst through the side door. His other arm stayed locked around me, pulling me with him through the chaos. Forced proximity in the middle of hell — his body shielding mine, his heartbeat slamming against my back. I fired my own weapon, the recoil jarring my still-healing body, but adrenaline drowned the pain. Our three children — Theo, Elias, and our newborn daughter, whom we’d named Seraphina — were in mobile pods nearby, guarded by two loyal men. Every shot we took was for them. The paternity results still glowed on the surviving monitors: Eli

Mia’s POVThe gates of Dr. Elara Kane’s facility loomed like the jaws of a trap. Our battered convoy rolled inside under heavy guard, the three children’s pods secured in the lead vehicle with Elena. Damien sat rigid beside me, his hand never leaving mine, grip iron-tight. The forced proximity inside the armored truck felt like the last solid thing in a world unraveling at the seams.Elara waited in the central atrium, flanked by armed scientists and security. Victor and Sophia were dragged from their restraints and forced to their knees beside her. The air hummed with sterile cold and quiet menace.“Welcome to the true heart of the Kane Bloodline Project,” Elara said calmly, her lab coat pristine. Behind her, glowing medical pods held the hidden daughter and the new infant son she had revealed. “Mia, your genetic contributions have been exceptional. Damien… your obsession has been useful, but inefficient.”Damien stepped forward, pulling me with him, shielding my body with his own. “

Mia’s POVElara’s ultimatum hung in the air like a guillotine blade. The narrow service tunnel felt even smaller with Damien’s powerful frame pressed against mine, his arm locked around my waist as if he could physically shield me from the nightmare unfolding. Alarms blared. Red emergency lights pulsed across the walls. On the monitor, armed guards surrounded the nursery wing pods holding the hidden daughter and the new son.Damien’s body vibrated with barely contained fury. His grip on me tightened painfully. “You won’t force me to choose.”Elara’s calm voice replied over the speakers. “Then all of them die. The hidden daughter. The boy. Even the three you brought with you. One order from me and the pods vent sedative gas. Irreversible.”Victor laughed weakly from somewhere in the facility. Sophia remained ominously silent.The core struggle tore across Damien’s face — the ruthless man who had claimed me so completely now forced to weigh the lives of children against each other. His

MIA POVThe convoy raced through the pre-dawn darkness, the armored vehicle vibrating with every bump in the mountain road. Damien hadn’t released me since pulling me into the lead truck. I sat pressed against his side, his arm a steel band around my shoulders, his other hand resting protectively over my abdomen. The three children’s pods hummed softly in the secured compartment behind us — Theo, Elias, Seraphina, and the rescued hidden daughter and son now under our protection.Elara’s final words echoed relentlessly: One of them is already inside you again.Damien’s body was rigid beside me. The forced proximity in the cramped cab left no space for pretense. His jaw was clenched so tightly I feared it might crack. Blood from the raid still streaked his face and hands.“Say it,” he demanded, voice low and rough. “Tell me she’s lying.”I swallowed hard, tears stinging my eyes. “I don’t know. The tests in her facility… they ran scans. If she implanted something while I was under observ

Mia’s POVThe safehouse nursery had become our fragile sanctuary. Five small lives slept under constant guard — Theo, Elias, Seraphina, the rescued hidden daughter (now named Aurora), and the hidden son (named Lucian). I moved between their pods, hand resting on my abdomen where the newest child grew at an unnatural pace. The doctors confirmed it: Elara’s enhancements were working. This pregnancy would not wait months.Damien stood behind me, arms wrapped around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder. The forced proximity of the nursery monitoring station wrapped us in quiet intensity. His large hand spread protectively over my belly, feeling the subtle movements already visible.“She’s strong,” he murmured, voice rough with awe and determination. “Just like her mother.”We didn’t know the gender yet, but Damien had already claimed her as ours. The paternity doubts still lingered — Elias’s results, the mixed markers — but he refused to let them define our family. His obsession had evol