All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET BABY: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

OliviaAll night I tossed and turned. A huge part of me wanted to go back downstairs and risk it all. But I had to think like a mom, and putting my job at risk was not a luxury I had. No matter how pissed off I was at Jake, he was still my boss and I still needed this job to survive. I didn’t sleep much.I kept replaying everything, Jake’s words, that woman’s smug expression in the bathroom, the way his jaw clenched when I smiled at someone else. It was all sitting just beneath my skin, like a rash I couldn’t stop scratching.I showered before the sun was up, hoping the water might wash some of it off me. It didn’t. The heat only made my chest tighter. By the time I got dressed, my hands were still shaking.I heard Jake's voice downstairs, he was up early than usual and I did not want any run inside with him, and I was going to avoid him for as long as I could. I stayed in my room until it was quiet, maybe he was gone now. I slowly went down the stairs, looking around to see if he w

Olivia. The second my phone regained signal, it started vibrating violently in my hand.I frowned at the screen, trying to process what I was looking at.13 missed calls. All from Jade.My stomach immediately dropped. I could instantly tell something was wrong. Jade never called me, she always texted me unless it's an emergency and for her to call me Thirteen times, that meant something was definitely wrong and my gut feeling was telling me it was my son. That's the only reason Jade would blow up my phone. Then came the messages, short, urgent, terrifying.“Liv, call me back now.”“Kyle’s not feeling well. We’re at the hospital.”“They admitted him. Please hurry.”I didn’t finish reading. My body went cold, fingers trembling so badly I almost dropped the phone. Blood roared in my ears.I stood up too fast, bumping my head on the overhead compartment. “Shit.”The first thought that came to my mind was that I should not have gone to Vegas, I should have stayed at home with him. I knew

OliviaThe pediatric nurse’s words felt like a hammer striking my chest, over and over, until I couldn’t breathe properly.“Your son, Kyle, is being discharged tomorrow morning,” she said, voice calm but firm, clipboard clutched in one hand. “We will send him home with oxygen support, but we need to settle the hospital bill before discharge. It comes to $12,487.50. Payment is required in full before we can release him.”I blinked. One, two, three times. My stomach churned violently. My hands gripped the edge of the counter until my knuckles whitened. I tried to speak, tried to ask her to repeat the amount. My voice came out as a strangled whisper.“$12,487?” I said. “Are you serious?”“Yes, ma’am,” she replied gently. “There is no way around it. Insurance doesn’t cover this much. The hospital will need the payment before tomorrow morning. You can arrange a wire transfer or a cashier’s check.”My chest tightened. My heartbeat was loud, echoing in my ears. I stared at the numbers on the

Jake.I watched her, seated across from me, twisting her hands in her lap like she was trying to hold herself together. The house, really felt impossibly quiet, the kind of silence that presses against your chest and makes you aware of every movement, every shallow breath, every pulse. My black t-shirt clung just right over my chest and shoulders, but the real attention in the room wasn’t on me it was on her.Her gaze darted down to the floor, back up again, hesitating like she was trying to measure exactly how much she could say. I could feel her tension like static electricity, prickling across my skin, making my jaw tighten in anticipation.“Jake” she started, her voice barely above a whisper, and my chest tightened at the sound. Her voice was fragile, soft, but urgent, like she was afraid of the next word, afraid it would break something fragile between us. “I need to explain. About Kyle. The hospital, the bills”I leaned back slightly, elbows resting on my knees, letting her wor

OliviaI didn’t sleep much that night. Not because Kyle was still sick, he was stable now but because my mind refused to stop racing. I kept picturing the hospital room, his tiny chest rising and falling, the oxygen tube resting gently under his nose. I could still see the panic in Jade’s eyes when she called me. My stomach churned just thinking about the bill that would be due tomorrow.I had spent the entire flight back imagining the numbers. Even though I was practical, disciplined, and careful with money, I didn’t have that kind of cash. Not in a single account. Not in combined savings, credit, and “just in case” funds. And I had been so sure it would all be on me the doctors, the room charges, the medications, the oxygen, the fluids. Every single penny.Morning came too fast, and the anxiety hit me like a physical weight. I got dressed quietly, leaving Kyle asleep in the guest room, and grabbed my bag with the hospital paperwork. My hands shook as I fumbled with the keys to my