Mommy Is Dating A Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Kennedy’s pov “They’re all fucking scared of me, aren’t they? That’s why they sent you.” Cassius laughed at my words, “yeah, they’re scared shitless. Normal Kennedy was already fucking frightening, but now that you’re pregnant….” “So what was so damn scary that they had to send you. Aren’t you done? We signed the divorce papers yesterday, and the company transfer is almost done. What’s the big deal?” Didn’t I have enough on my plate? I thought maybe, maybe! Something was going to go okay. Maybe my life wouldn’t turn into a shitstorm. Because after the week I’ve been having, I need something good. Not only have the paparazzi been chasing Malachi around, despite my not sharing his name. It’s ridiculous why I even protected the asshole after everything he’s done to me. But I guess I’m just a better person than him. But then, the tabloids started making up stories that the baby was actually Cassius. They saw us talking outside, and we didn’t look like we were ready to kill each othe

Kennedy’s pov“Okay.”“Okay?” Malachi asked again.I sighed, regretting my decision immediately. “Yeah, like whatever. Okay, I’ll marry you.”It had dawned on me this week that I didn’t have real friends. None of which I could tell what was going on with me and Malachi. They'd either share it with other people or judge me.It was really fucking sad that the person who might not have judged me or spilled my secrets was my ex-husband.But I wasn’t going to tell him and have him gloat.Stupid smirk of his.It was my own fault, I guess. All the people I had chosen as friends were based on looks and status, not personality.As long as they weren’t prettier than me and had something I could use, I’d befriend them. Like one of my friends, whose dad is a fashion designer. The other friend is the daughter of a club owner, and there's another woman who has her own YouTube channel where she does make-up, which I occasionally guest star on.The list goes on, but you get the gist.They use me for c

Kennedy’s pov“Took you long enough.” I said to Malachi when he finally came to the dinner table.Accepting my role... What kind of bullshit is that?Thankfully, my chef saved me from having another fight with the father of my baby and told us dinner would be ready shortly.“I got lost,” Malachi admitted. God, he looked embarrassed, and I was loving it. Idiot.Why would he want me to apologize? Had I not done enough?I was going to marry him! His life was going to change, for the better, I might add, and he was acting like I had ruined it.None of this was my fault.Well, maybe the baby was. But he made me do it. He started that stupid game. Making me beg. I don't beg!“It’s not that difficult.” I replied while rolling my eyes.Chef put the plates on the table, and Malachi thanked her before taking a sip of water.“It is that difficult,” he said. “Every wall is white or covered in photographs of you. A little color might not be the worst thing.”“Is that like a race joke?”He chuckled,

Ripley’s pov“Maybe we should go on a date with them,” I had suggested last week.Cas had responded as you would expect him to. “You’re fucking joking. No fucking way, I am going on a double date with my ex-wife and her fake ass boyfriend.”“How do you know he’s a fake boyfriend? You said that she seemed to have some feelings for him.” My response made Cas laugh.“Nope, Ley. That’s what you heard. But what I said is that ever since she met this Malachi dude, she seems nicer and that he must be a good fuck.”“Just because you don’t think Kennedy is capable of love doesn’t make it true.”Cassius picked me up, placing me on top of his body and forcing me to straddle him. Not that I minded. I remember vividly how I didn’t mind at all. I even began to rub myself against his dick, knowing that horny Cas was more likely to say yes.“It would be good for the rumors to stop. Plus, she sent a really nice divorce gift to our house.”“You hate her just as fucking much as I did.” Cas said, his hand

Malachi’s povI wasn’t sure if Kennedy would like this. Even after several dates, I still wasn’t sure who the woman was that I was marrying.Is she a ruthless business woman? Is she someone who only cares about herself and doesn’t care who gets hurt just as long as she gets her way?Or is she someone who was forced to push her feelings down? Taught anyone would betray her if she showed any weakness.Is Kennedy the person who I hold in my arms because it helps her sleep every time I spend the night after our dates?Or is she the woman who, every time we get into a serious conversation, tries to persuade me to sleep with her?She’s still playing games, and I am over it.I have too much going on to be able to guess what's going on inside her mind or who is hiding behind her mask of indifference.We’re going to be married. I have a son and a dying ex, and it's affecting me more than I am showing my future fiancé.How do I share that, despite everything Julliette has done, seeing her die is