Listening to My Unborn Baby, I Became the Elite Darling Chapter 11
The baby inside my womb practically burst into tears of joy, her little voice echoing in my head
where only I could hear it.
[I didn’t get the dramatic groveling-and-regret storyline I wanted, but Mom got Grandma’s
approval instead. That kick was totally worth it.]
And just like that, before I could even process what was happening, Julian pulled out a ring.
“I used to think I only needed the baby,” he admitted sincerely. “I didn’t think I needed you. But these past few weeks… driving you to your workouts, going to prenatal appointments with you, cooking together at home… it made me realize what I’ve been missing my whole life.”
His ears turned red, but his gaze never wavered.
“And when I saw those pictures and agreed to the DNA test…” He paused awkwardly. “Honestly, I was jealous. I thought you really had another man.”
Then he took a breath and looked straight into my eyes.
“I know I’ve hurt you. That’s on me. But from now on, I want the right to stand beside you as your husband. I want to protect you properly for the rest of our lives. Will you marry me?”
So billionaire CEOS in real life could actually be respectful and emotionally mature.
Honestly, I had been preparing myself to fight for a title and a place in his life. Instead, Julian never even gave me the chance to ask.
Looks like all my hard work lately hadn’t been for nothing after all.
Blushing furiously, I nodded.
The second I did, Julian slid the ring onto my finger so fast it was almost like he was afraid I’d change my mind.
And before I could fully recover from the shock, Eleanor publicly announced that her son would soon be hosting the wedding of the year. She also proudly revealed that the Sterling family was about to welcome their first naturally delivered baby granddaughter.
Julian’s father, Arthur Sterling, even suspended his overseas business operations to return home personally oversee the wedding. He declared that he wouldn’t leave the country again until after his granddaughter was born.
As for Alistair, he became completely obsessed with the baby. Every single day, he dragged Juliary into discussions about what gifts they should buy for their future granddaughter.
But peace only lasted two days.
Suddenly, the internet exploded with stories exposing my background.
Reporters swarmed my hometown, secretly photographing my parents cleaning livestock waste on their farm. Online commenters mocked me as some country girl who had schemed her way into
high society.
I panicked and immediately wanted to fly home despite being eight months pregnant.
But when I rushed downstairs that morning, Julian had already brought my parents to the city
himself.
The moment I saw them, I burst into tears and threw myself into their arms apologizing.
Instead, they just smiled warmly.
“Sweetheart, there’s nothing shameful about honest work,” my mom said gently. “Don’t cry. Your father and I are saving up a huge wedding gift for you. Our daughter deserves to be the most beautiful bride in the world.”
Their kindness and optimism instantly won over the entire Sterling family.
Arthur immediately stepped in, shutting down and suing every account responsible for violating my privacy. It didn’t take long before they uncovered the mastermind behind everything.
Just as expected, it was Vivian again.
This time, she’d completely crossed the line.
The Sterling family was furious. Julian immediately cut ties with the Ashford family and issued a direct warning.
“If your family causes any more trouble,” he said coldly, “I don’t mind bankrupting the entire Ashford empire.”
Overnight, I became the envy of every socialite in the country.
“How did some farm girl end up becoming Julian Sterling’s wife?”
“I don’t know what tricks she used, but honestly, she looks incredible in those photos. You almost
never see pregnant women that healthy and fit.”
Well, obviously.
Even at eight months pregnant, my daughter and I hadn’t slowed down for a second. We were stil! fully committed to our grindset lifestyle. Prenatal workouts, healthy meal plans, strict schedules…
we never skipped a single day.
At the same time, I enrolled in financial certification programs to prepare myself for helping my
daughter manage the Sterling business empire someday.
Seeing how disciplined and ambitious I was only made Eleanor adore me even more. She publicly announced that after my postpartum recovery, I would officially take over as general manager of
one of Sterling Group’s subsidiary companies.
Turns out discipline really did pay off in the end.
The day Julian and I officially got married and I finally put on my wedding dress, I nervously grabbed his hand.
“What if someone secretly switches our baby at the hospital?” I whispered seriously. “Like one of those crazy rich-family scandals with swapped heirs and fake daughters?”
Julian laughed helplessly at my wild imagination.
“Then I’ll hire fifty bodyguards to guard our daughter around the clock,” he promised. “Not even a fly will get near her.”
Both the baby and I instantly relaxed.
Good. One major threat avoided.
First we survived the evil schemers who wanted to ruin my life and steal my child.
Now we had brand-new challenges waiting for us ahead.
Sure, our grindset journey had already succeeded beyond our dreams.
But now that my daughter and I had officially entered high society, we needed to stay sharp, stay disciplined, and keep fighting for our future.
