my Billionaire’s baby
Five years ago, Sierra Savalini made the biggest mistake of her life, falling into bed with a
stranger who turned out to be everything she’d sworn to avoid: powerful, and untouchable.
She left that hotel room before sunrise, vowing to forget the man and the night that changed her
forever.
Now, she’s a single mother fighting to keep her struggling bakery alive. When she is
presented with a dream opportunity, a job as a private chef to a reclusive billionaire, she can't
say no. The pay is life-changing, and the position promises stability for her and her child.
But on her first day, the man she’s hired to work for, stands in front of his luxurious mansion to
welcome her.
Louis Trevejo.
The stranger from that night. The man who got her pregnant.
Trapped under the same roof, Sierra tries to keep her distance, pretending their past never
happened. Louis, however, can’t shake the feeling that he’s seen her before. Unfortunately, they
both have an irresistible magnet that pulls them together, no matter how hard they try to ignore
it.
When Louis discovers the secret she’s been hiding, he’s not just fighting for answers. He’s
fighting for the family he never knew he had.
Can Sierra trust him this time… or will the past consume them both?
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Chapter: 80 Sierra's POVThe first trimester hit me like a truck. A big, smelly, nausea-filled truck.I forgot how awful this part was. With Katie, I was young. Twenty-seven. I bounced back from everything. This time? Forty-two felt very, very old.The smell thing got worse. Coffee was enemy number one. But then it was also eggs. Then chicken cooking. Then Louis's cologne. Then the cleaning stuff the housekeeper used. Then the garbage can in the kitchen. Then flowers. Flowers!"I can't smell anything," I moaned, lying on the bathroom floor at 3 a.m. "Everything smells like everything."Louis sat beside me, looking helpless. Men always look helpless when their wives are puking. It's kind of funny, if you're not the one puking."Do you want water?" he asked."No.""Tea?""NO.""A cracker?""Louis, if you say one more word, I will divorce you."He shut up. Smart man.---The tiredness was worse than the puking.With Katie, I worked through my pregnancy. I was busy. I had energy.Now? I couldn't kee
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Chapter: 79Sierra's POVI was forty-two years old when my body decided to play the biggest joke of my life.Katie was fifteen. Fifteen! She was already talking about college and boys and how embarrassing we were. Louis and I were finally at the easy part. The "we survived parenting a teenager" part. The "we can sleep in on weekends" part.Or so I thought.It started with the smell. Coffee. I'd loved coffee my whole life. But one morning, Louis made his usual pot and the smell hit me like a wall.I ran to the bathroom. Threw up. Came back pale and shaky."You okay?" Louis asked, concerned."Fine. Just... coffee smelled weird."He looked at me funny but didn't push.The next morning, same thing. And the next. And the next."You're not fine," Louis said on day four. "I'm calling the doctor.""It's probably a virus.""For four days?""Viruses can be long."He gave me The Look. The one that said he wasn't buying it.---Dr. Patel was young and nice and very professional. She ran tests. She asked ques
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Chapter: 78Sierra's POVMeeting the Crofts was one thing. Building a relationship with them was another.After that first coffee, we didn't see them for a few weeks. Life got busy. Katie had school projects. Louis had work. I had foundation meetings. The usual chaos.But they sent cards. Little notes. Margaret had beautiful handwriting, old-fashioned and careful. Edward's was shakier, but you could tell he tried.*Dear Louis, Sierra, and Katie,**I saw the most beautiful flowers today at the garden store. Purple ones, like Katie's sweater. Made me think of her. Hope you're all well.**Love,**Grandma Margaret**P.S. Edward is learning to use email. It's not going well. Send help.*Katie loved the cards. She taped them to her wall. She started writing back, little notes in her messy kid handwriting.*Dear Grandma Margaret,**Thank you for the card. My sweater is still sparkly. Mom washed it and it didn't die. School is boring but art class is fun. I drew a horse. It looked like a dog but that's o
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Chapter: 77 Sierra's POVThe months after Margaret died were strange. Not sad exactly. More like... quiet. Like a door that had opened and closed again, leaving us different on the other side.Louis read all the letters. Every single one. He took his time, like he was saving them. Some made him laugh. Some made him cry. Some he read to me at night, his voice soft in the dark.*Dear Louis,**Today I saw a little boy at the park who looked just like you. He was maybe three, with dark hair and serious eyes. He was building a sandcastle all by himself, so focused. I sat on a bench and watched him for an hour. I pretended he was you. I pretended I was just a normal mom, watching her son play. It was the best hour I've had in years.**Love always,**Mom*"She watched other kids," Louis said after reading that one. "For years. Just to feel close to me.""She loved you so much.""I know. I just wish..."He didn't finish. He didn't have to. We both wished for more time.Katie handled it better than I exp
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Chapter: 76 Sierra's POVThe second photo changed everything.We couldn't just wait anymore. We had to do something. Louis spent hours on the phone with lawyers and private investigators. I spent hours staring at the photos, trying to see something we missed.The woman in the pictures. Louis's birth mother. She had my eyes. My dark hair. My smile. It was like looking at a ghost version of myself from thirty years ago."Is it weird?" I asked Louis one night. We were in bed, both too wired to sleep. "That she looks like me?"He was quiet for a minute. Then he said, "Maybe it's not weird. Maybe it's... I don't know. Fate? Something?""Do you believe in fate?""I believe in us." He turned on his side to look at me. "I believe that somehow, through all the mess, we found each other. And we stayed. That's enough for me."I wanted to believe that too. But the photos made everything feel complicated.The next morning, Louis's investigator called with news. They'd traced the postmark on both letters to a
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Chapter: 75Sierra's POVSix months after the beach house. Six months of normal, happy, boring life.I say boring like it's a bad thing. It's not. Boring is good. Boring means no ghosts. No trials. No fear. Boring means waking up and knowing the day will be full of small things. Grocery lists. School runs. Dinner with the people you love.I've learned to love boring.Katie was in eighth grade now. Almost done with middle school. She had a little group of friends who came over on weekends and ate all our snacks and giggled about boys until midnight. Louis pretended to be annoyed, but I caught him leaving extra snacks outside her door."She needs to eat," he said when I raised an eyebrow."She needs to sleep.""She can sleep when she's dead.""Louis!""Too dark?""Way too dark."He grinned and kissed my forehead. "I'll work on my dad jokes."The foundation was going well. Really well. We'd helped over two hundred kids in the last year. Kids with absent parents. Kids who needed someone to believe in
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