All Chapters of My Babies Daddy Is A Trillionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

Chapter 051 Mario Hell. That was the only word that even came close to describing what I’d been living in since the day Esha came and tore apart the fragile, beautiful thing that existed between Alice and me. Nothing felt right anymore. Not the silence. Not the air. Not even the taste of my own name. Since the separation, I’d been drifting, drowning in a reality where everything felt gray, numb, and wrong. The only thread keeping me from unraveling completely…was them. My children. We’d been meeting in secret, just for a few stolen minutes before they left school. It was our own little secret, like the early days before Alice and I met. If someone had told me I’d one day become a man who locked himself away for three straight days, drinking, smoking, with ash and broken bottles littering the floor, I’d have laughed and put a bullet between their eyes for the insult. But here I was. All because of one woman. One small, furious, unforgettable woman. Alice. She

Chapter 054AliceFew Days LaterIt’s only been three days since Elsa’s public confession and Mario’s shocking declaration of love to me in front of the entire world. Three days isn’t a long time, really, but to me, it has felt like forever. The event has dominated every conversation since. It’s all anyone seems to talk about on the streets, in the market, even on TV.But despite the whirlwind of gossip and headlines, Mario hasn’t come to see me. Not once. And even though I’ve told myself over and over not to miss him, I do. Desperately. More than I’d like to admit.His words still echo in my mind: "I’m the real father of her kids, our resemblance isn't just a coincidence." At first, I dismissed it as something he said in the heat of the moment, some wild claim to stir drama, and morever he was once their contractual father. But I couldn’t shake it off. It kept playing over and over in my head like a haunting melody I couldn’t turn off.So today, I finally gathered the courage to take

"Dad made breakfast for Mom!”“Dad made breakfast for Mom!”The words crashed into my sleep like tiny explosions.“Dad…what dad?” I groaned, dragging myself upright in bed, my hair falling into my face.The room was chaos.My children were everywhere, jumping, laughing, bouncing on the mattress like it was a trampoline. Their excitement was impossible to ignore.I blinked the sleep from my eyes… then froze.There he was, handsome, fresh and infuriatingly perfect Mario.He stood beside the bed, dressed casually yet unfairly attractive, like a man who had just stepped out of a dream instead of a kitchen. In one hand, he held a plate carefully covered with a napkin. Right beside him stood Paul, gripping a glass of milk with both hands, his chest puffed out with pride.My heart fluttered hard.For a split second, I forgot everything else. Forgot the past, forgot the complications. We were settled now.And suddenly, all I wanted was to wake up to this every single morning for the rest of m