All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET BABY: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Olivia I freeze in the doorway. Completely freeze. For a moment I’m not breathing, not thinking, not even sure how to move. I just stare.Jake is sitting on the couch, his long frame relaxed, his arm wrapped gently around Kyle’s tiny body. My son, my whole world is curled up in his lap, head resting peacefully against his chest like he has known him forever. They are talking softly, something about dinosaurs, Kyle’s curls bouncing every time he nods.And Jake, God. He is smiling.Not his charming, arrogant, CEO smile.Not the practiced one he uses to win boardrooms. Not the sharp one he uses when he is teasing me. No.This smile is soft. Real. Pure. It hits me like a punch to the gut.Kyle shifts and presses his toy into Jake’s chin, giggling, and Jake reacts with a warmth I didn’t know he had. He adjusts Kyle so he’s more comfortable, one hand lightly supporting his back, thumb brushing gently in a way that feels God, it feels intimate. Natural. Too natural.I feel my lips curve in

OliviaI wake up to the soft hum of the house. At first, I think it’s just the quiet that makes me aware of my surroundings, the residual fog of sleep lingering in my brain. Then I notice it, the movement in the kitchen, faint smells drifting up the stairs. Something smells delicious. Warm. Homey.I sit up slowly, my head pounding just a little from the tears earlier. My cheeks are still damp, and I press a hand to my face, blinking away the remnants of sleep and anxiety.A small voice cuts through the quiet. “Mommy! You are awake!”I freeze for a moment, then follow the sound, my heart skipping. I descend the stairs slowly, my feet making soft noises on the hardwood, trying not to announce myself too loudly.When I come round the corner into the kitchen, I stop. My mouth goes dry.Kyle is perched in a high chair at the kitchen island, a small fork in his hand, shoveling spaghetti Bolognese into his mouth with more enthusiasm than I’ve ever seen. Sauce is smeared on his cheeks, a littl

Jake The moment I pulled away from Olivia’s driveway, I felt the weight of the entire day settle on my shoulders. My hands tightened on the steering wheel as I turned onto the main road, the soft glow of streetlights passing over the hood of my car in slow, rhythmic flashes. The cool night air seeped through the cracked window, but it did nothing to untangle the knots twisting in my chest.I shouldn’t have stayed that long. I shouldn’t have touched her the way I did.I shouldn’t have felt what I felt holding Kyle.But I did.And now I was in it too deep. deeper than I had any right to be, especially if the results came out negative. I exhaled sharply and reached over to tap the call button on my car console.“Anderson,” I said the moment he answered, “meet me at our usual spot on five minutes.”“On my way.” he said before the line clicked off.I drove in silence, letting the hum of the engine drown out the noise in my head. When I pulled into the dim lot behind the old print shop, A

JakeThe road stretched out in front of me, dark and empty, only the soft hum of the tires on asphalt filling the silence. The city lights faded behind me as we left everything familiar behind, and yet the emptiness inside me felt heavier than the darkness around. I gripped the steering wheel a little too tight, knuckles white, jaw tight, the same way it always got when memories I tried to bury surfaced too quickly.Kyle. My son. My living, breathing son. It felt surreal to even think those words. And yet, the thought of him now so alive, so innocent was tangled with the shadow of loss that had been haunting me for a year. My chest ached in ways I couldn’t name, a mix of hope and guilt and longing all at once.I blinked, trying to focus on the road, but the image of another little boy crowded my mind. Ethan. My baby. My first child. My heart.The memory hit me like a freight train, sudden and unrelenting. I was back in that hospital room, sterile and cold, the smell of antiseptic an

OliviaI arrived at the office earlier than usual, a mug of coffee in hand, trying to shake off the sluggishness that had settled over me like a heavy blanket. The sun hadn’t even properly risen, but the city was already buzzing outside the floor to ceiling windows. I slung my bag onto my chair and tried to focus on my laptop, but something felt off. My gut twisted into knots I couldn’t shake.When I finally reached for my phone, I saw the missed messages and emails piling up in my inbox, but one message stood out: a note from the assistant at Jake’s office."Jake will not be coming in today."The words should have felt simple, even trivial, but instead they clamped around my chest like a vice. Not coming in? That wasn’t like him. He was always the first one at the office, pacing the halls, scanning reports, commanding the place before anyone else arrived. He never missed a day.I swallowed hard, tr