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The Billionaire's Baby Mama Chapter 9
“I took a peek at your book collection.” Dante said, standing by my side as I locked the door of my apartment. All the boxes had been moved into the car, so we were good to go. “I must say you have a very amazing taste.”“I know.” I smiled, shoving my key into my pocket.It wasn’t the first time someone had made that type of remark.I loved my books in two ways; either they were the sappiest of romances or the most horrifying of horrors. No in between.“Most people said I didn’t look what I read.” We walked side-by-side to his car. They understood the romance books, but the horror section always caught them off guard. They said I looked too sweet to be interested in that kind of stuff.”“You do. So what piqued your interest in horror?”“The tension. The rush of adrenaline. The thrill. My heart banging in my chest when I know something really really bad is about to happen to a character. What’s there not to love?”What was there not to love? Horror was happiness. Horror was life. Horro
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Mrs. Romero sat beside me in the garden’s patio, watching Leon, Michael, and Nathan have fun with their new ball. They had scarfed down their cake in seconds and had gone to play, leaving us in each other’s company.I stole a quick glance at her.Mrs. Romero was reclined in her chair, completely captivated with my sons playing. Her slice of strawberry and vanilla cake and cup of Earl grey tea were untouched. She just sat in silence, staring at them with a soft, contended smile on her face.I wanted to strike up a conversation, but the fact that she was Dante’s mother stopped the right words from forming in my brain. What could I say to the mother of the man who hates me? Nothing I could think of. Especially when my brain was muddled and trying to process what had happened today. I still felt the wind of the bullet gaze at my shoulder. My clammy fingers raised my glass cup to my lips, and I took a sip of my orange juice. The cold, sweet liquid running down my throat did nothing to
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°°°°°Next time, I won’t miss.And it won’t be you.It might be Leon, or Michael or Nathan or all three.If you want to keep them safe, just do as I say.And don’t tell Mr. Romero, because it would be quite unfortunate to lose all three sons in one day.Don’t think you’re safe in that fancy mansion; I have my ways.°°°°°My blood turned cold, and my fingers trembled around my phone.‘Oh sheep.’My breath was heavy and shallow as I read the message over and over again.‘No! No! No!’I slammed the device on the table and buried my face in my palms.It wasn’t just my fingers that trembled, my whole body quivered with an unfelt cold.The air became too hard and too dry to breathe in, and a choking feeling enveloped me. My chest tightened under an invincible pressure and the high beating rate of my heart.‘No! Not my sons! Not my babies!’ Tears flowed down my cheeks like waterfalls.I pressed my palm on the bandage on my arm, and the bang of the gunshot echoed on repeat in my head.“Oli
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My drowsy eyes fluttered open and met darkness. ‘Where am I?’ I sat up, and the thick but soft duvet slid off my body. The memories of yesterday built up in my brain. Dante escorted me to his office… I drank chamomile tea… I decided to close my eyes for a few seconds… ‘Oh sheep! I slept off.’ I thought, letting out a small yawn and stretching like a cat. I felt good, really good. No migraines or headaches No sore limbs. No tired muscles. Refreshed was the perfect word to describe my state of mind and body. ‘How long was I out? Where is my phone?’ My hand ran across the side table, and my fingers brushed against my purse instead of my phone. I picked it up and unzipped the zipper. My phone wasn’t inside. ‘Where is it?’ I pulled the string of my bedside lamp, and golden yellow light beamed from it onto the table. My phone wasn’t there as expected. ‘Where did I drop it?’ I rubbed my hands against my jeans pockets, and I didn’t feel any rectangular shape. The drawers of the
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My sons were acting suspiciously. Really suspicious. There was this look they were sharing, like they were anxiously waiting for something. What made it so obvious was that for every bite of breakfast Michael and Nathan ate, they kept turning to the door leading out of the dining room. That and they were too quiet. They were waiting for something or someone, but who? “Michael! Nathan! Could you tell me why you keep looking at the door? Aren’t you hungry?” I asked, and they snapped their heads at me. “We are hungry.” Michael said, scooping a big spoonful of oats into his mouth. “But we were also wondering when Papa was going to join us.” “Joining us for what?” ‘Please don’t say breakfast. Please don’t say breakfast. Please.’ “For breakfast, like he did yesterday.” ‘Of course, he was going to say that.’ I dropped my fork and gave him a strained smile. “I’m not sure.” “Why?” Nathan piqued. “Well…” I trailed off. How was I going to explain to them that Dante having breakfast
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“Goodnight, Mama.” Leon yawned and snuggled close to Nathan, who was already asleep on the bed. “Goodnight, babies.” I kissed their foreheads and draped the duvet cover over their shoulders. Leon shut his eyes and went out like a candle. “Come on, Michael, you should join them.” I turned to my last son, standing at the end of the bed with his hand crossed over his chest. “Nooooo, I don’t want to go to sleep now.” Michael pouted, shaking his head. “I want to wait for Papa.” ‘Of course he’s waiting for Dante.’ I sighed and rubbed my temple. He had been asking for him all through the day. Will Papa join us for dinner? When will Papa be back? Do you think Papa will like my new room? I wonder what gift Papa will buy for us. Papa! Papa! Papa! Ugh! He barely knew the man, yet he was all over him. “Michael, you know it’s past your bedtime.” I shifted close to him and sat on the bed. “And I don’t think your Papa is coming home today. It’s already late.” “But Nonna said he was comi
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‘I’m lost. Aren’t I wonderful? I huffed, stomping through the hallway with my paper and pen in my hand.It’s been up to ten minutes since I left my room, and I had no idea where I was or how to get to were I wanted to go.‘Couldn’t he go for a smaller, simpler house? Why did he have to live in such a large building? Does he even use up to half of the facilities? I swear, I just can’t understand how rich people spend their money.’I halted before a beautiful black and red painting. The colours were deeply intertwined in such a chaotic way that it drew me in. It screamed danger, and fear, and void.There was only one thing that made my futile journey a bit enjoyable– the art pieces that were hung on the walls. I hadn’t paid attention to them when I walked through before, and I wish I had.They were beautiful. And very scary.At least there was finally one thing I was a hundred percent sure about him Dante. The man loved art.The various paintings, almost covering every inch of the wall,
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‘What am I going to tell him? Hey, I think you should return the dog because I’m jealous that you’re giving my sons everything I couldn’t give them, and I’m afraid they are going to start loving you more than me. Heck no. It already sounds cringey in my head. I can’t imagine how much cringe it will be when I say it out loud.’“Never mind.” My shoulders dropped. It was pointless saying anything to him when all the ideas I had in my head were garbage.“Are you sure?” Dante eyed me like the answer was engraved on my skin, and I squirmed in my spot.There was no way to express myself without coming off as a fool. My mind was going haywire trying to form a proper sentence.And his stare wasn’t making matters better. If he continued looking at me like that I was going to burst. I needed a quick distraction from all this thinking.My gaze wondered around for something to derail our conversation.The little dog sniffing at the stairs caught my attention and a small smile made its way to my li
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