All Chapters of Getting A Mom: Baby Sitting His Daughter : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11The Heart of AW Group BuildingThe amber glow of the setting sun sliced through the slats of the rich wooden blinds, pinning Ace to his high-backed leather chair. He let out a long, ragged exhale, the kind that vibrated deep in his chest.He raised his arms overhead, his spine popping in a rhythmic succession that echoed in the quiet office. He held the stretch, his eyes closed, feeling the pull in his shoulders. God, he was tired. The sort of tired that sleep couldn't fix — the kind that came from carrying the weight of the Warren legacy and being a single, protective father.A soft, hesitant knock broke his rhythm."Enter," he managed, not bothering to drop his arms or open his eyes immediately.Maria stepped in, clutching her tablet to her chest. She paused, noting the rare display of human exhaustion from her boss. "Rough day, sir?"Ace finally lowered his arms and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "The world is full of inefficient people, Maria. It’s draining to compensat

Chapter 13(Too close or Fired)The drive home was silent, broken only by the faint glow of the dashboard lights. As they coasted up the winding driveway to the Warren estate, the porch lights already glowed warmly, illuminating the scene. A sleek black BMW 7 Series was parked near the fountain, signaling their arrival."Daddy’s home!" Mia whispered, her exhaustion vanishing as a burst of excitement lit up her face.Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old books mixed with the sharp aroma of expensive cologne. Ace stood at the foot of the grand staircase, his coat casually draped over one arm, his tie loosened. Though weary, with shadows darkening his eyes, he maintained that impenetrable mask of calm."You're late," Ace said, glancing at his watch with a dull tone. His eyes narrowed as they fell on the blue smudge on Mia’s shoulder. "What happened to the dress?"Mia took a steadying breath and stepped forward with quiet confidence. She didn't whine or launch into a frantic sto

Chapter 15 (Not Family) The vibration in Pearl’s pocket felt like an electric shock. She stepped away from the sedan, her thumb swiping the screen before she could even check the ID.“Pearl? Pearl, where the hell have you been?!” Ella’s voice came through in a frantic, jagged whisper. “I haven’t heard from you in forty-eight hours. I thought—I didn’t know if you were okay.”“Ella, I’m fine, I’m working, I—”“Well, I am not fine! Israel is here, Pearl. He’s… he’s losing it.” A muffled crash sounded in the background of the call, followed by a muffled shout. “He says if I don’t ‘fish you out’ by tonight, he’s going to start selling my things. He wants money, Pearl. If you don’t show up with cash, he’s coming to find you.”Her voice trembled. Pearl’s blood turned to ice. She knew Israel.“Ella, listen to me,” Pearl whispered urgently. “Lock the door. Don’t let him—”“Pearl.” Ace’s voice cut through her panic like a blade.He was standing by the open car door, his eyes narrowed. He had

Chapter 17(The public perception)The elevator doors of the AW Groups Headquarters hissed open on the executive floor. Ace stepped out, his stride a rhythmic, predatory march. He didn’t look at the floor; he looked through the walls.But he didn’t make it five steps before a figure stepped into his path.Maria.She was dressed in a sharp, cream-coloured power suit that screamed 'damage control,' her phone already clutched in her hand like a weapon. She didn’t look happy.“Mr Warren, we have a situation,” she said, her voice tight. She held up the screen.It was a video. And it was everywhere.The lighting was grainy—shot from across the street, from a distance—but the silhouettes were unmistakable. Ace and the famous Amari are standing close, their body language intense and heated. Without audio, their tense exchange looked like a lovers’ quarrel to the untrained eye.The captions across social media were already relentless:#AceMari?#TheBillionaireAndTheMuse“The city thinks you’re

Chapter 19(Two Sides)The heavy oak door of the Warren mansion clicked shut, and the silence of the vast space rushed in to greet Pearl.She placed her bags on the neat kitchen table—nothing fancy about what she bought. Just a few new organisational bins for the pantry, some fresh spices, and a couple of sturdy kitchen towels she’d picked up to replace the threadbare ones.Small things.Ordinary things.Things that reminded her she was still Pearl.She reached for her phone, her thumb hovering over the contact name that usually brought her peace.Ella.Pearl dialled.The ringing dragged on for three long cycles before a sharp, weary voice answered.“So, the high-society nanny finally has a minute for the commoners?”Ella’s voice was sharp, tinged with bitterness that made Pearl wince.“Ella, please. Don’t start with that.”“Start with what, Pearl? The fact t