All Chapters of My Babies Daddy Is A Trillionaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 042 Alice "We are getting married," he repeated, his tone disturbingly calm, as though he were commenting on the weather. I stared at him, my breath catching in my throat. "What?" I finally managed to choke out. Then, anger surged. "Are you insane? You had me kidnapped, locked me in this hell for the past week, and now you're spouting nonsense like someone whose brain is leaking! Don't you realize I’m married with kids?” "And that," he leaned closer, his voice laced with malice, "is what makes it so much more delicious. Picture it: the headlines splashed with scandal. Mario Bianchi’s wife marries another man while still tied to him. Imagine the whispers, the judgment, the labels like 'slut,' 'traitor,' 'disgrace.' Imagine being the scandal of the year, Alice.” My stomach churned as his words cut into me like shards of glass. My fists clenched, fingers digging into my palm. “Yo–” Before he could continue, I grabbed the plate of food on the table and hurled it t

Chapter 044AliceI’d never been more terrified in my life than I was at this moment. Blood streamed down my face, warm and thick, even with my eyes shut. My heart pounded violently in my chest as I braced myself for the horror I was about to witness. I had expected to see Jake on the floor after that bloodcurdling scream had escaped my lips, the scream that tore through the air when Mario pulled the trigger.But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I finally opened my eyes.“Mom…”The word was spoken in a hushed, disbelieving tone. It was Mario’s voice. But who was he calling Mom?My breath hitched as I forced my eyes fully open, my vision blurred by the blood dripping down my face. A figure was in front of me, slowly collapsing as if time itself had slowed. I could only watch, frozen, as the body fell with a sickening thud.My stomach twisted violently.It was Mary.The woman who had been kind to me. The one who had saved me three times from Jake’s monstrous attempts.

Chapter 046Alice“Your husb—” the doctor began, but Elsa cut in sharply.“Not hers! Mine! My husband, doctor,” she snapped, her voice tight with frustration.I ignored her, my eyes fixed on the man lying in the hospital bed. Mario—who watched us like a complete stranger. That distant look hadn’t left his face since he woke up, and I couldn’t deny it anymore… I was scared.“Well, as I was saying, madams…” The doctor cleared his throat. “Sir Mario is suffering from amnesia.”The words dropped like a bomb.“Amne—what?” Elsa stuttered, eyes wide.I couldn’t even form a response, my jaw hung open, the air knocked from my lungs.“Amnesia, Madam Elsa,” the doctor confirmed solemnly. “I’m sorry to say this, but he currently has no recollection of anything that happened before the incident. The silver lining is that it’s temporary. With time, his memory should return gradually. However,” he added, glancing between us, “I must strongly advise against trying to force his memories or triggering

Chapter 048MarioLove. What was love? A distant, hollow word. I never truly knew it. Never felt its warmth, never tasted its sweetness. Not since my mother. When she died, any part of me capable of love died with her. I remember the emptiness in her lifeless, bloodshot eyes, staring at me as if accusing me, as if cursing me. From that moment, the warmth in my heart turned to ice.But then… she came. This stubborn, breathtakingly beautiful woman along with my children. They thawed the frozen hollows of my chest. It wasn’t immediate. My feelings for the kids came first, raw and undeniable. I loved them even before I knew what love was. But her? It was different. Slow, maddeningly slow. A creeping affection that I refused to acknowledge until it consumed me.Yet our union was a contract. A simple deal. No emotions. No strings. So when I finally recognized that fierce, aching feeling burning inside me for her, I didn’t know how to act on it. I needed to know if she felt the same, to make

Chapter 050AliceSeven days. Seven endless, airless days since everything came crashing down.Since Elsa came like a wildfire, and burned through the fragile little world we built.Mario’s been here nearly every day since. Pounding on the door like his fists could rewind time, like shouting my name would erase the betrayal. But my father? He stands at the door like a fortress. He doesn't let him in based on my order.The kids also kept on asking about him. At first, I lied. I dodged. Then I broke.I told them the truth or my version of it. That he wasn’t their father. That they should never say his name again. The words scorched my throat, but I said them anyway.And ever since, they’ve changed.They slam doors. Whisper behind my back. Their eyes are no longer full of wonder, just betrayal. Tiny, tearful accusations in every glance.I tried. God, I triedI begged. I bribed. I cried.But all they say is one thing. Just one heartbreaking sentence: “We want our daddy back.”And every