All Chapters of Soaked in His Cum: Contracted To The Ruthless Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mia’s POV The neutral atoll was a desolate stretch of sand and jagged rock under a merciless sun. No cover. No escape routes. Just the wind, the waves, and the weight of the decision that had brought us here. I walked the final stretch alone, carrying the reinforced medical pod containing the twenty-third child. Damien’s sniper teams watched from the ridge, his voice steady in my earpiece. “Any sign of trouble and we extract you immediately. I’m right here, Mia.” Elara waited under a simple white canopy with two medical personnel. She looked frail — skin pale, movements slower, the self-enhancements clearly consuming her from within. The twins slept in secure pods behind her. “You came,” Elara said, voice weaker than before. “The child’s sequence is collapsing. The enhancements I embedded are destabilizing the cellular scaffolding. Without recalibration, organ development will fail within days.” I stopped ten feet away, pod held protectively. “Explain the procedure. In detail. My

Mia’s POVFive years had passed since Elara’s death on that barren atoll. The underwater base had grown into a self-sustaining community — gardens blooming under artificial sunlight, schools carved into the caverns, and twenty-three children who had become the heart of our world. The older ones — Theo and Elias now ten years old — trained in strategy and defense under Damien’s careful guidance, their sharp minds already showing glimpses of the enhancements Elara had woven into their blood. Seraphina and Aurora, bright and curious at eight, devoured books and asked questions that sometimes made the adults pause. The younger ones filled the halls with laughter and chaos.I stood on the observation deck overlooking the bioluminescent gardens, watching Theo spar with Damien in the training ring below. My hand rested on my belly — the twenty-fourth child was due in three months, this one progressing at a more natural pace after the final recalibration. The enhancements had finally stabiliz

Mia’s POVThe underwater base had become a living, breathing home over the past year. Twenty-three children moved through the reinforced corridors with a rhythm that was equal parts beautiful and overwhelming. Theo and Elias, now thirteen, led training sessions for the older group with a seriousness that mirrored their father’s intensity. Seraphina and Aurora, eleven, spent hours in the digital library piecing together the history we had carefully edited for them. The younger ones filled the nurseries with laughter, arguments, and the endless energy of childhood.Hope, six years old, was the quiet center of it all. Her enhancements had fully awakened six months ago. She moved with unnatural grace, solved problems meant for adults, and sometimes stared into the distance as if listening to voices only she could hear. The other older children were beginning to show similar signs — sharper minds, quicker reflexes, flashes of intuition that made the doctors whisper about “the sequence.”I

Mia’s POVThe soft blue glow of the underwater gardens filtered through the observation lounge, casting shifting patterns across the reinforced glass like living memories. I stood there alone for a moment, hand pressed to the swell of my belly where the twenty-fourth child stirred with restless energy. The base had grown quieter in the months since we retrieved the final twenty embryos, but the silence was never truly peaceful. It carried the weight of twenty-three children already filling the corridors with laughter, arguments, and the faint hum of emerging abilities that none of us could fully control.Hope’s small footsteps echoed behind me. At six years old, she moved with a grace that still sent chills down my spine too precise, too aware. She stopped beside me, her tiny hand slipping into mine without a word. The forced proximity of the lounge felt intimate, almost sacred, as her unnervingly sharp eyes followed the same glowing patterns in the kelp forest.“They’re talking again

Mia’s POVThe underwater base thrummed with a low, constant vibration that traveled through the reinforced floors like the distant heartbeat of the ocean above. The air in the central atrium carried the faint, briny scent of filtered seawater mixed with the warm, yeasty aroma of fresh bread baking in the communal kitchens. Soft blue light from the bioluminescent gardens filtered through the thick glass walls, casting shifting patterns of teal and silver across the faces of twenty-three children gathered for the evening meal. Laughter echoed off the steel beams — Theo and Elias, thirteen now, teasing each other over bowls of stew, their voices cracking with the first hints of adolescence. Seraphina and Aurora, eleven, whispered secrets over their tablets, their bright eyes flicking toward me with questions they were still too young to fully voice.I sat at the head of the long table, my hand resting on the heavy swell of my belly where the twenty-fourth child kicked with restless insis