The Billionaire's Baby Mama

Lena woke up to the buzzing sound of her phone. It has been ringing nonstop, until she stretched her arm on the wooden cabinet beside her bed, and grabbed the phone. She had slept late the previous night and that made her too weak and reluctant to leave the bed.Without looking at the phone, she answered the call and dropped it beside her ear. “Hello?” “Lena, are you still on bed?” a female voice spoke , and she immediately recognized the caller.“Oh Trina, it’s you.” She said, in what looks like a mumble.“Of course it’s me. It’s past 7 already, why are you still on bed?”Lena had to force herself to sit up before responding to her. “I know it’s past 7. What do you expect that I should be doing? I mean, I was up all night, refreshing my email over and over, and looking out for other job opportunities. Babe, I need this rest.” “That, I’m afraid of, my friend. Your resting days are over…. “ Trina said, holding back the rest of her statement. She sounded like she was bearing a good

The young man she saw was not alone. He was accompanied by 5 other men; all dressed in black suit, with dark shades and wired communication devices attached to their ears. They were his personal body guards.“Welcome Mr. Ethan, your room is available sir.” The receptionist said, and handed him the access card to his room. He wasn’t talking to Lena when he first spoke.“Good, when my business associates arrives, you know what to do.”“Yes sir, I do.” She responded, with a smile. “Alright.”“Enjoy your stay with us sir.” She added, still maintaining a bright smile. Lena and the lady watched as Ethan and his men took the elevator to the floor where his room was.“Wow, that was Mr. Ethan?” Lena asked, but wasn’t expecting an answer, as she was saying to herself. “He looks more handsome in person than the picture of him I saw” she quickly brought out her iPad, to confirm if he was really the same person she saw on Wikipedia. She had done a research to know about him.. “Oh, that isn’t M

Lena sat at the bar, her eyes studying Ethan as he poured himself another glass of whiskey. The dim lighting cast sharp shadows on his face, making him look even more unreadable. She had expected their conversation to be over after their earlier exchange, yet here they were, sitting together again, as if drawn by some invisible force neither of them could resist.He took a slow sip, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. “You asked about my brother.”Lena’s breath hitched. She hadn’t expected him to bring it up so soon.She glanced at the small notebook in her hands, her notes from their brief interaction scribbled in ink. “Let me guess, I’m a bad person, huh?” His words echoed in her mind. He’d said it with a smirk, but there was something beneath it—a challenge, maybe even a hint of self-awareness.“Yes,” she said carefully. “No,you’re not a bad person.But you don’t have to” Lena stuttered,finding it difficult to place her words rightly.“He’s dead.”The bluntness of his words sent

Lena barely had time to process the sharp tension that filled the air before the woman turned her piercing blue gaze toward her.For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence was thick,dangerous, almost as if something unseen crackled between them.Then, the woman smiled. A slow, calculated curve of her lips.“Well,” she drawled, taking a step closer. “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.”Ethan remained silent. His body tensed just enough for Lena to notice—like a man preparing for battle.Lena squared her shoulders. “Lena Reyes.”The woman’s gaze flicked over her, assessing. “Ah, the journalist.” Her voice was smooth, perfectly controlled. “I’ve heard about you.”Lena raised a brow. “That’s interesting. I don’t believe I’ve heard about you.”A flash of something,annoyance? amusement?flickered in the woman’s eyes before she extended a hand.“Victoria Caldwell.”The fiancée.Lena ignored the offered hand. “Nice to meet you.”Victoria let out a soft laugh, dropping her hand withou

Ethan sat in his dimly lit study, a glass of whiskey in hand, staring at the flickering city lights outside his penthouse window. The meeting earlier had drained him, but it wasn’t business deals or corporate strategies weighing on his mind tonight. It was Lena.And the dangerous truth he couldn’t afford to tell her.She was getting too close. Too close to him. Too close to the truth.He had seen the way she watched Victoria. The way her sharp journalist instincts were kicking in. If she kept digging, it was only a matter of time before she uncovered things that could put them both in danger.Ethan took a slow sip of his drink, his jaw tightening. He had spent years building walls around himself, ensuring no one could get close enough to hurt him. But Lena had walked right through them like they didn’t exist.The night they spent together still haunted him. It had been reckless, a moment of weakness he couldn’t afford. But the way she looked at him—like she saw past the cold exterior,