The Arrogant Billionaire’s Surprise Baby

Serena’s POVI stormed into my flat and slammed the door behind me. "Damn it!" I yelled, throwing my bag across the room. Tears distorted my vision as I paced the living room, the agony in my chest excruciating. “How could Ryan have done this to me? Why now?" I muttered as tears streamed down my face. It was only meant to be a contract, but finding out Ryan was cheating on me with Kate, his first love from college, hurt more than I could have imagined. I hoped that over time, he would develop feelings for me. But suddenly, those expectations were dashed. We had only been married for six months, as part of a deal to assist him regain control of his firm.Ryan and I attended the same college. I was merely Ryan's friend, despite my desire for more. I adored him, but he was seeing someone else. I felt lucky when Ryan's uncle, who had been managing Ryan's firm on his behalf, asked that he marry so that his company could be passed back to him after college. Ryan had no choice but to

Ryan's POV I left Rocky's Designs that day with my head racing. It had to be her. The name on the desk; Serena Winthrop. It was not a coincidence. Could the little girl be Serena's daughter? I could not quit thinking about her. We shared a past. How things ended drastically. And now, five years later, she is running a profitable business and maybe raising a child. I shook my head as I considered the child who could be—No, I needed answers and would get them. The following day, I arrived at the company early, determined to see her. I had a meeting with her staff to discuss a potential collaboration, but I wasn't going to finalise anything until I saw Serena.I wanted to know if she was the CEO and, more crucially, if the little girl was her daughter. The meeting started in a huge conference room. Her employees seemed eager to impress me, pitching ideas and tactics for how our companies could collaborate. But my attention was elsewhere. “Mr. Winters," one of them said, nervo

Ryan sat in his car a few houses down from where Serena had parked, his hands firmly grasping the steering wheel.The small home, with its well manicured plants and comforting lights lighting inside, told him one thing; Serena had made her life here without him.He wasn't sure what to expect, but seeing the house triggered a peculiar combination of emotions; shame and longing. He watched Serena gently carry a sleeping Amy into the house. The sight of his daughter caused his chest to hurt. He had missed so much, years of her life that he couldn't reclaim. But right now, he wasn't there for Amy. He needed to see Serena.Ryan waited until the lights in the house darkened, then calculated how long it would take Serena to tuck Amy into bed. His mind raced, and memories of their time together came flooding back. When they were only pals, her laughter would lighten even his worst days. After they married, she gazed at him as if he were her entire universe. But then, he had thrown every

Kate sat in her plush apartment, her fingers drumming impatiently on the armrest of her chair. Across from her sat a middle-aged man with a calm demeanor, a briefcase resting on his lap. He was the private investigator she had hired, and he was finally here with answers.“Well?” Kate demanded, her tone sharp. “What did you find?”The man opened his briefcase, pulling out a folder thick with papers and photographs. He spread a few pictures on the table before her, one catching Kate’s immediate attention. It was Ryan, standing outside a modest house with a woman.“This,” the investigator began, pointing to the photo, “ This is Serena. She’s been running her own company since the divorce, and it seems Ryan has been visiting her regularly.”Kate’s jaw tightened. Her gaze lingered on the image of Serena, her teeth grinding audibly. “Serena,” she hissed. “Of course, it’s her. He’s going back to his ex-wife?”The investigator cleared his throat, sensing her rising anger. “It doesn’t

Ryan’s eyes blazed with frustration as he stood in Serena’s living room, staring at her defiant stance. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her lips pressed into a thin line.“Who was that man, Serena?” he demanded, his voice sharp.Serena tilted her head, an eyebrow arching. “What are you talking about?” she asked coolly.Ryan clenched his fists. “Don’t act clueless. I saw you a few minutes ago—at the restaurant. You were laughing with some guy. Who was he?” Instead of responding, Serena’s lips curled into a sly smile. “And why does it matter, Ryan?” she asked, her tone laced with amusement.“It matters because—” he started, but Serena cut him off.“Because what?” She chuckled and took a step closer to him. “Because you’re jealous?”“I’m not jealous!” Ryan snapped, his voice rising.“Really?” Serena teased, her smile growing wider. “Because it sure sounds like jealousy to me.” Ryan opened his mouth to argue, but before he could get another word out, Serena closed the dista