All Chapters of BEING THE BILLIONAIRE’S BRIDE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter eleven

The next day was a Saturday, weekend, and Rosa knew exactly where to find him…In his penthouse, she remembered he had mentioned how he liked staying indoors during the weekend.As she got ready in front of the mirror, all Rosa could think was how she would not give him the satisfaction of disrespecting her and indirectly labeling her a gold digger, which she kind of was but still.“You know you don't have to do this, right?” Storm, who had been watching her all along, asked.“Why not?” Rosa asked a questioning look on her face, sometimes it was hard for her to understand her best friend. “The money he sent last night, Rosa, that was a lot,” Storm said emphasizing the last part of that sentence.“So?” Rosa asked indignantly, not seeming to see or understand what her friend was seeing.“So? It's enough to take care of you and the unborn baby, heck, you can just get rid of it like you initially wanted to and make good with that amount.” Storm advised. “And let him win? Let him have the

Chapter twelve

Damon went back to stirring his pasta sauce, turning the heat a little back up before pouring the pasta into the pan. Smiling at his amazing creation, he let the pasta in the sauce for a few more minutes, while he cleaned up the kitchen. He'd hoped to spend the weekend doing his favorite things and just basking in the peace while enjoying the amazing view from his penthouse which oversaw the city, until Rosa had disrupted that for him.His phone pinged with a notification, he had dropped it on the island not planning on indulging himself with it, Part of his weekend routine was devoting more time to himself and less to work and social media. Damon knew that his phone going off with messages could only mean one thing…work. And he wasn't ready to deal. Dishing his meal onto a plate and pouring a glass of wine, Damon settled in front of the television to enjoy his meal, still ignoring his phone which continued to ping seeming to be flooding with messages all of a sudden.Damon moaned

Chapter thirteen

“Rosa, what the fuck!!” Storm yelled, immediately Rosa got in the house, she seemed as if she had been waiting for her to come back to get that off her chest.“Easy tiger,” Rosa said nonchalantly, hanging up her coat and walking into the house.“What the fuck was that? That could ruin him, and Walter's tech company as a whole." Storm whines, a genuinely concerned look on her face.“Look storm I told you I was going to go public did I not? I just did what I said I was going to do.” Rosa said with a shrug, walking into the bathroom to freshen up. “I don't think this is right Rosa,” Storm said, following her to the door of the bathroom. “I think you should take it down, take the video down, say it was a mistake or something.” Storm insisted.“Maybe it isn't right, it doesn't have to be right. I never said it was and no, I'm not taking that video down.” Rosa said, taking a face wipe and stripping her skin of sweat and concealer.She did not look up from her reflection, but she felt Storm

Chapter fourteen

Damon was still a hot topic the next day, not as trendy as he was the first day, but still enough to be talked about. The trolls were still rolling in, and they were not relenting or even trying to. Tapping his pen rhythmically on the table, Damon sighed as he glanced at the clock again. He remembered telling her 11 am, but it was almost half an hour later, and she still had not shown up. Perhaps she had changed her mind and taken her bastard child somewhere else. Damon had made his lawyer draw up an official agreement, one that would protect him, his assets, and his company.What happened with Ava would not be happening again.His doorbell rang, drawing him out of his train of thought, Damon hated how stressed this issue was making him, and he could not wait to be done with it all.Trudging lazily to the door, Damon swung it open and was greeted by her scent first, vanilla, with a hint of coconut. He remembered how he had been amazed by it that first night, wondering how he never i

Chapter fifteen

“So what? Does he just expect you to move in? Just like that?” Storm looked perplexed “Are you sure you heard him right?” She asked further, clearly not convinced that Damon had decided to take responsibility.“Yes, Storm I heard him right.” Rosa said rolling her eyes," I told you all I had to do was go public, these rich people hate when they are trending for the wrong reasons." “Wow.” Storm managed, pouring a glass of wine for herself and some apple juice for Rosa.“Yeah, wow,” Rosa said sarcastically. “I don't even know how I feel about all this anymore,” Rosa added, taking the glass from Storm and downing it in one gulp. Her heart sank a little when she realized she meant those words, yes she had initially wanted this but now, maybe it wasn’t all that. She had no idea how she felt if she wanted this…staying with him…she had hoped for his cooperation and nothing more, but it seemed things were getting pretty real now.“Hey,” Storm said comfortingly, taking a seat beside her on

Chapter sixteen

The clanging of pots and pans from a distance woke Rosa up with a start, rolling over to glance at the clock on her bedside table, Rosa gasped at how late she had slept in.But it wasn't her fault, there was no way she would blame herself for that, not after sleeping on the comfiest bed ever. It had easily been the best sleep of her entire life, she had slept so comfortably she could feel the dry drool on the side of her cheeks.Dashing into the bathroom, Rosa freshened up, amazed at all the products and necessities he already had available for her, money is good she thought. Rosa happily took an ‘everything’ shower, making sure to use as much product as she could and noting her favorites and least favorites. Stepping out of the shower and feeling more refreshed than ever in her life, Rosa dug through the clothesline in the wardrobe and fished for something comfy. If there was one thing she would do here, it would be comfortable,she didn’t mind having to deal with seeing him everyd

Chapter seventeen

It's been a few weeks in Damien's house and life has gone back to being pretty normal, or at least close to normal.Rosa had almost completely adjusted to her new life, going on antenatal runs with Storm, which she was grateful for, and being back to her art.Brilliant golden rays streamed through the open windows of the room, it was perfect. Rosa had found it after giving herself a tour of the entire building and from the minute she walked in, Rosa knew this was going to be her studio…Well, as long as she stayed in the penthouse that is.A half-finished painting stood in front of her, the smell of oil paint strong in the air. Rosa studied the strokes of dull gray and crimson red on the canvas, her right hand held a paint brush while her left hand rested absentmindedly on the slight curve of her bump. Rosa adjusted her glasses as she worked, eyes squinted in keen focus, her left hand clutching onto her palate like for dear life the brush in her right made small intricate patterns on

Chapter eighteen

Rosa woke up to the sound of beeping machines and painfully bright light. She blinked rapidly, trying to adjust her sight to the brightness around her while trying to recall how she got there. She tried to move but her limbs were heavy, her throat dry and her belly rumbled a little from hunger. A nurse hovered beside her, adjusting something on one of the machines.“Look who’s awake” she cooed and she moved closer. “How do you feel?” “Not very good,” Rosa said trying to sit upright.“Please don’t.” The nurse discouraged her, placing a hand on her shoulders to help her back down. “What’s wrong?” Rosa asked, concerned. Her hands flew to her bump as she remembered vividly how she’d gotten here. The disapproving look on Doctor Adam’s face was the last thing she remembered and now her anxiety was back in full swing. “You were brought in by your husband,” the nurse said and Rosa resisted the urge to correct her. It would be weird to tell the nurse that the man who had brought her in

Chapter nineteen

The morning sunlight filtered through the hospital blinds, casting pale golden streaks across the bed. Rosa stirred, blinking slowly, and found Damon still in the chair by her side. He hadn’t left. Not once. He looked tired…disheveled, a far cry from the prim and proper, composed billionaire she was used to, but he was still handsome and devilishly appealing despite his disheveled state. “You stayed” she wanted to ask but it came out as a statement, her voice still hoarse from the sleep. Damon glanced at her, his gaze so soft she could melt under his green eyes. He straightened in the chair and offered a smile. “Yeah. You were muttering in your sleep. Something about punching me if I ever let you go through this alone.” Rosa laughed and rolled her eyes. “Sounds like me.” “Storm dropped by” Damon stated, I called her. “ I figured she’d want to know whatever happens” “Where’s she?” Rosa asked with such urgency. It would be amazing to see her best friend after all this tim

Chapter twenty

The following week moved by in a haze of routines. Days melted into nights in the quiet mansion, and Rosalina slowly adapted to the luxury and calm. Damon had returned to work, but every evening, he came home earlier than she expected…sometimes with groceries, sometimes with pastries, and once, with a sketchpad and expensive markers. He had noticed her doodling on napkins and wanted her to "have the real thing."It melted all her defenses. Every little act of kindness, every word of encouragement he gave her chipped at the wall she'd built around herself. But she refused to name the feeling growing inside her…not yet.Damon had found a way to not just spend time with her but with the tiny life growing in her. Little evening walks around the grounds, or just simply watching the sunset.And as much as Rosalina wanted to deny it, she loved every single minute they spent together. Every second she spent with him meant knowing him a little bit more. Uncovering the mystery that was this ma

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