All Chapters of The Billionaire's Baby Mama: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

°°°°° Next time, I won’t miss. And it won’t be you. It might be Leon, 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 invisible pressure, and my heart beat rapidly. ‘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

“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 arms 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 closer 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

‘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 any 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 wandered around for something to derail our conversation. The little dog sniffing at the stairs caught my attention, and a small smile made its w

“Mama!” “Mama!” “Mama! Wake up!” The duvet slid from my shoulder, and I grabbed it before it was completely pulled away from my body. “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” There was a not-so-gentle tap on my arm, and I held back a groan. ‘Just ten more minutes, please. Just ten more minutes of sleep before I’m forced to function.’ I rolled over and snuggled into the duvet. There was a small bark, and something wet and squishy ran over my face. “What in the world?!” I squealed, jerking up, and rubbed my hand over the slimy substance on my skin. Leon, Michael, and Nathan jumped into my personal space, wearing large smiles that told me they had seen Dante’s present. “Mama, see!” Michael squealed, and Leon lifted Yuki, almost shoving her in my face. She barked, her tail wagging, and gave me another lick. “We found a dog sleeping on our bed. Can we keep it?” Leon asked. “I don’t know. Can you?” I mused, tapping my chin. “Can we? Can we?” Nathan bubbled. “You could if you promised me t

It was a fricken library! A fricken magnificent abysmal library! I took a tiny step in—afraid it would disappear like a dream—and breathed in the glorious smell of books. My head was light and airy, like I had taken some weird drug. Large, gothic, and intimidating bookshelves covered almost every inch of the walls and touched the ceiling, filled with books of different colours and sizes. In the middle of the library were two sofas, an office chair, and a desk. Sunlight filtered through the stained glass of the small dome above and through the windows. That, along with the cryptic paintings and statues, gave the room an unearthly yet cosy aura. The lamps hanging on the walls were bright enough to read under without ruining the mystical vibe. It was a kind of library I had never seen before. It spelled out the taste and nature of its owner. And it was perfect. The urge to lunge at the bookshelves, stack up an unhealthy amount of books, and read till I dropped burned under my skin