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Author: Faith Odulesi
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-13 16:44:55

She called Mercy before the taxi reached the street. Mercy answered on loud music and breathless laughter. Isabel pressed the phone to her ear and tried to steady her voice.

“Where are you,” Isabel asked. “Can I come over.”

“I am not home,” Mercy said. “I am out. Are you okay. You sound off.”

“I will text,” Isabel said. “It is fine.”

She ended the call and stared out the window. Her throat felt raw. She told the driver to keep going and asked for a hotel near the center. She wiped her cheeks with the heel of her hand and kept her breath even.

The lobby lights were sharp. She kept her eyes down and signed the form. In the lift she leaned her head to the wall and swallowed hard. The room door clicked behind her and the nausea hit without warning. She ran to the bathroom, fell to her knees, and emptied her stomach until there was nothing left. She rinsed her mouth. She gripped the sink. Her hands shook against the porcelain.

She splashed her face and stared at her reflectio
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  • A baby for the billionaire   111

    Isabel froze. Her mind couldn’t catch up with what her eyes were seeing. Isaac stood there, water dripping down his chest, the towel hanging low around his hips. For a moment, she forgot how to breathe. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. “Isabel,” he said quietly, disbelief filling his voice. The sound of her name snapped her out of her trance. She flinched, stepping back so fast she almost tripped over the mop. “Don’t come near me!” she shouted. He stopped instantly, his chest rising and falling, eyes locked on hers. “You’re here,” he whispered. “Stay away from me!” she yelled, grabbing for the handle. Before she could open the door, he moved, fast. In one motion, he slammed it shut and trapped her against it. Her back hit the wood, his wet body pressing hard against her. She gasped, pushing at him, but he didn’t move. His warmth, his scent, everything about him was too close. “Isaac, stop!” she cried, her voice shaking. “Let me go!” He lifted her chin, his thumb

  • A baby for the billionaire   110

    Isabel’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. “Vera?” she said, the word barely leaving her lips. Vera smiled like she’d just met an old friend. “Oh my, Isabel, it really is you,” she said softly, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “I didn’t expect to find you here. Mopping floors?” For a second, Isabel couldn’t move. Her stomach turned. “What the hell are you doing here?” Vera raised a brow. “Language,” she said smoothly. “You work here now? That’s… interesting.” “Don’t,” Isabel snapped. Her voice shook, but her anger burned stronger. “You don’t get to talk to me.” It has been three years and she had been doing her best to never think about the betrayal from that night all those months ago so seeing Vera again felt like reopening an old wound. Vera’s smile faltered, surprise flickering in her eyes. “Still dramatic, I see.” Isabel took a step forward, clutching Zack to her chest. “You scared my son,” she said, her tone sharp. “You touch him again and I

  • A baby for the billionaire   109

    THREE YEARS LATER“Sorry, Martin,” Isabel said, pushing the mop harder across the floor. Her back ached, but she kept her head down. “I’ll finish in five minutes.” “You said that ten minutes ago,” Martin snapped from behind the counter. “You think this place cleans itself?” She bit her lip and nodded. “I know. I’m almost done.” “You’re always almost done,” he muttered, wiping his hands on a rag. “You’re lucky I even keep you here, Isabel. Other cleaners don’t need babysitting.” She forced a weak smile. “Thank you for keeping me here.” Martin gave a short laugh. “Don’t sound so grateful, just be faster next time.” She wrung out the mop and leaned it against the bucket. “Can I go now? I’ll be back early tomorrow.” “Yeah, yeah,” he said, waving a hand. “You better head home fast. You’ve got a new client tomorrow. One of our best.” Her stomach tightened. “Alright, Martin. What’s the name?” He smirked. “You’ll find out when you get there. Just don’t screw it up.” She

  • A baby for the billionaire   108

    Isaac stood by the window, his hand running over his face. He had been trying to calm himself after what happened, but his mind wouldn’t stop. He turned sharply when he heard footsteps behind him. “Lena,” he said, his tone was firm. She stopped a few feet away, her expression uneasy. “Yes, Mr. Dun.” “I need you to do something for me,” he said, adjusting his cufflinks out of habit even though his hands were trembling slightly. “Isabel will probably leave the house soon. I want you to keep an eye on her.” Lena blinked, uncertain. “Do you want me to go with her, sir?” “No,” he said quickly. “She shouldn't know you’re there. She’s angry and she needs space. I just need to know where she goes, what she’s doing. Make sure she’s safe, but don’t let her see you.” Lena frowned, concern in her voice. “Sir, maybe she needs more than space. She’s been through too much. Shouldn’t we...” “I know,” Isaac cut in softly, his voice strained. “I know she’s hurting. I don’t want her t

  • A baby for the billionaire   107

    It had been five days since the surgery. The doctors said she was strong enough to go home. Strong enough. Isaac had wanted to laugh at that. There was nothing left in her that looked strong. The car was silent. The sound of the tires on the road was the only thing that filled the space between them. Isabel sat beside him, her face turned toward the window. Her hospital wristband still circled her wrist, pale against her skin. Isaac kept stealing glances at her. Her eyes didn’t blink much. She didn’t even flinch when the car hit a bump. Her hands stayed still on her lap. He tried softly, his voice low. “Are you comfortable?” No answer. He shifted closer, his hand resting on her thigh. His thumb rubbed slow circles, trying to comfort her. She didn’t move, didn’t pull away, didn’t even look down. It was like touching a statue. “Isabel,” he said quietly. “You need to eat something when we get back.” Still nothing. He sighed, leaning back against the seat. He hadn’t push

  • A baby for the billionaire   106

    Her eyes blinked open slowly. The light above her bed made her flinch. She squinted, her lips parting as she tried to breathe. “Easy,” Isaac said softly. He was at her side in a second, one hand on her arm, the other fixing her pillow. “Don’t move too fast.” Her throat felt dry. She swallowed hard and whispered, “Water.” He reached for the cup on the table and lifted it to her lips. His hand trembled a little as he tilted it. “Small sips,” he said quietly. She drank weakly, the cool liquid sliding down her throat. Then she looked at him, her voice almost a whisper. “Why aren’t you yelling?” He frowned. “What?” “You always yell,” she said, her lips trembling. “When you’re mad or worried… you yell. So why aren’t you yelling now?” He stared at her, his jaw tightening. “Isabel, you almost died. Why would I yell at you for that?” Her eyes filled with tears. She turned her face slightly away, her hand shaking as she tried to adjust her blanket. “It hurts,” she said under h

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