Page 110 of The Secret Heir Next Door

I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life, and I feel a rush of excitement as the boat glides effortlessly over the water, bringing us closer to our little slice of paradise.

When we arrive, I’m completely speechless. The island is even more stunning in person—palm trees swaying gently, the beach untouched and perfect, the water lapping at the shore with a soft, rhythmic sound.

Our villa is tucked away in the shade, a luxurious bungalow with floor-to-ceiling windows offering an uninterrupted ocean view.

“This is… Logan, I have no words,” I whisper, taking in the sheer beauty of it all.

Logan slips his arm around my waist, pulling me close. “This is our escape,” he says softly. “Just you and me. No business, no family drama. Just us.”

We spend the rest of the afternoon exploring the island, our feet sinking into the sun-warmed sand. We wade in the crystal-clear water, letting it lap around our ankles. And then we sprawl on the secluded beach, bathing ourselves in golden sunlight.

There’s nothing but the sound of the waves and the occasional cry of a seagull, and it feels like the whole world has melted away, leaving just the two of us.

As the sun begins to set, casting a golden glow over the water, we sit on the beach, the sand warm beneath us. Logan’s arm isaround my shoulders, and I lean into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my side.

“I have something for you,” I say softly, pulling a small, wrapped gift from my bag. Logan looks at me curiously, his brow arching in surprise.

“A gift, huh? I thought I was the one spoiling you,” he teases, but he holds the box like it is the most precious gift ever given—not even knowing what’s inside.

What’s inside is a simple wooden box, and when Logan opens it, his expression shifts from curiosity to shock. Nestled inside are a series of black-and-white ultrasound pictures, each one showing the tiny, unmistakable shape of a baby.

Logan looks up at me, his eyes wide, and I can see the mix of emotions flickering across his face—surprise, joy, disbelief. “Serena… is this…?”

I nod, tears welling in my eyes. “I’m pregnant, Logan. We’re going to have a baby.”

For a moment, he’s completely silent, just staring at the pictures like he’s trying to absorb every detail. Then, he pulls me into his arms, hugging me so tightly that I can hardly breathe, but I don’t care. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the steady rise and fall of his chest.

“We’re having a baby,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “Serena, this is… this is the best gift you could have ever given me.”

I pull back just enough to look at him, my hands cupping his face. “I love you, Logan. More than anything. And I can’t wait to start this new chapter with you.”

He kisses me then, slow and tender, his lips lingering on mine as if trying to savor every

second of this perfect moment. I feel the sun dipping below the horizon, casting a fiery orange glow over the water, and I know that no matter what comes next, we’ll face it together.

As he presses his forehead against mine, his hand resting gently on my stomach, I feel a sense of peace that I’ve never known before. This is our beginning—a new life, a new adventure, and the promise of a future filled with love.

And I know, without a doubt, that this is exactly where I’m meant to be.

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