All Chapters of Getting A Mom: Baby Sitting His Daughter : Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

Chapter 21(A Choice. A Decision)The luxury rideshare was a silent, oscillating cocoon of ambient LED lighting and the smell of expensive synthetic leather. Outside the tinted windows, the city of high-tech glass and low-income shadows blurred into a streak of indistinguishable grey. Amari leaned her forehead against the cool glass, her reflection staring back at her—hollow-eyed, her makeup perfect but her expression fractured.She couldn’t stop the internal carousel. On one side, her father’s voice: “A villa in Tuscany. Two years. No phone. No camera.” It was a death sentence for a woman whose heartbeat was measured in likes and shares. To Arthur Sam, a two-year exile was a “cooling-off period.” To Amari, it was being buried alive in a designer coffin.On the other side was the sharp, metallic whisper of Elena Vance.“He thinks he can create a vacuum… Let’s make sure you’re the kind of ghost that haunts him.”Elena was offering a weapon. Her father was offering a shroud.By the time

Chapter 23(Emotional Leverage)The silence of the Warren mansion was never truly empty. It was a pressurised, costly stillness, the kind that hummed with the hidden vibrations of high-end security systems and the distant, rhythmic purr of climate control. In Mia’s room, the air faintly smelled of lavender and the starch of fresh linens.Pearl sat on the edge of the large bed, her shadow stretched by the soft glow of a cloud-shaped nightlight. Mia’s breathing had finally steadied—a shallow, trusting rhythm that seemed far too fragile for the heavy walls of this house. Pearl reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind the toddler's ear. In sleep, Mia didn't have the guarded, watchful eyes of a Warren; she was just a child, blissfully unaware that her father was currently dismantling a social media empire with the stroke of a stylus.As Pearl watched her, her mind drifted. She thought of Ella—the frantic texts she had sent—now ignored, the life

Chapter 25(Self-awareness)Pearl took a step back, then another, her flops whispering against the stone as if even the ground understood she had overstepped.She shouldn’t have come out here.She should have stayed in the kitchen, with her glass of water and the illusion of distance. But his earlier words—the irritating silence—still lingered, needle-like, under her skin.“This silence you found irritating tonight…” Pearl began, her voice quieter now, careful. “It’s about Amari, isn’t it?”She paused, searching his face.“I saw the news. I saw what’s happening to her. To her brand.”The temperature shifted.It wasn’t visible. There was no wind, no sound—just a subtle, suffocating drop in the air that made her chest tighten.“I’m worried for you,” she added, stepping closer before she could stop herself. “I’m worried about what this kind of… war does to a person. Even someone like you.”Ace turned. Slowly.Not with anger. Not even with irritation.Confusion.He studied her like she ha

Chapter 27The Silence After the StormSilence, Amari realised, was louder than chaos.It had been three days since the apology.Three days since her face had flooded every screen, every headline, every feed.And now—nothing.No breaking-news banners.No trending hashtags.No emergency calls from PR teams.Just silence.Amari stood barefoot in the middle of her penthouse, her phone hanging loosely in her hand as she refreshed her social media for what felt like the hundredth time.The numbers were still there. Millions of followers.Her verification badge remained intact.Her photos were untouched.But the engagement—the heartbeat of her world—had slowed dramatically.Her apology video still sat at the top of her page like a marker she couldn’t move past.Comments arrived slowly instead of flooding in.Likes came in waves instead of storms.The obsession was fading.She had asked for this.No.She had agreed to this.But living inside it felt different.It felt like being slowly erase