All Chapters of The Billionaire's Perfect Mistake : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Azalea's POVI walked into the house dancing like I had won the lottery. Well, I did win a lottery. Noah's words replayed in my mind: “You'll be the senior fashion designer.”Finally, I could show the world what I had, and no one was taking this away from me.I threw my bag on the couch, giggling like a little girl. For a second, I forgot about the drama that had happened today.I forgot my baby daddy had rejected me.I didn’t want to think about it and just focused on the positive side.“Mama will give you everything you want. I will do my best to make you happy, you will never go through what I went through. I promise,” I said to my belly. I knew she could hear me, judging by the way she kicked.The doorbell rang, and I stood to answer it without checking who it was. I opened the door because I knew it could only be Lara.“Baby girllllllllllll,” she exclaimed as she shook her body joyfully.“What the heck is wrong with you today?” I asked playfully as I stepped aside for her to ent

Ace’s POV “Ash Studio has already agreed to handle our production this year,” Abigail, my personal assistant, said as she placed the file on my table.“Alright,” I nodded at her, and she walked out of my office, not without her heels making clicking sounds against the tiled floor.I stared at the files on my table. I sincerely didn’t know what I was thinking when I agreed with the board to have Noah's company work with us on this project.I didn’t know how to face him. I was a hundred percent sure meeting him again would be awkward, especially after he told me he was in love with the woman I love too.This was my best friend, for God’s sake.A knock came on the door again. “Come in,” I said.Abigail entered again. “I’ve already scheduled a meeting with them for 2 p.m. today. I just thought to let you know.”“Alright, it’s fine with me.”“Okay, sir,” she said and left again.I didn’t know how to face Noah, but one thing I was sure of, we were strictly on business today. That was all.

Azalea’s POVTalking with Noah had actually eased the burden and the feelings I had bottled up.I didn’t know what I would have done during the drive if I had kept thinking about Ace, the way his stares had made me feel.I couldn’t even read his expression during the meeting. He kept looking at my stomach, but I didn’t know what he was thinking.Was it regret?Regret for me, for the unborn baby?Or did he still think I was lying?I was confused.I should have been angry at him, I should have resisted the urge to feel anything for him again.I should have stormed out of the meeting and told him I wasn't interested like I had planned in my head, but that would put Noah's company in a tight corner. Instead, I found myself imagining how good of a father he could be, if he realized I was carrying his child.Or maybe this was a curse? Other women would be furious.But here I was, fantasizing.I noticed the stares as soon as I walked into the building. Sharp, heavy, and full of judgment.Bu

Azalea's POVI called Lara the moment I got in the taxi. She picked after two rings and by the time I got home, she was already waiting in front of my apartment.Tell me why I shouldn’t love this woman."What happened to you?" she asked, eyes scanning me as I fumbled with my key."That guy is freaking me out.""Who?""Ace, of course," I said, yanking the door open. "I hate him.""You mean today?""When else? Obviously today. Just a few hours after our meeting.""Okay…""He came to my workplace, Lara.""Wait, he came to your workplace? What for?""To take me somewhere. Said he wanted to talk.""And you followed him?""Do I look like I had a choice? He kept saying ‘get in, get in’! All those eyes on me and he was sitting in his car like he owns the fucking planet.""So, where did he take you to?""To a clinic. For a paternity test.""Are you kidding me?!""No, I’m not," I threw my bag on the couch. "I'm annoyed. I'm literally boiling inside."Lara looked at me, wide-eyed, like she was t

Azalea’S POV “What the heck are you doing here?” I asked the second time, my voice trembling with restrained fury. My arms folded tightly across my chest, heart pounding- no, burning, with anger that I didn’t even try to hide. Lara had woken me up with a call this morning, screaming at me to check my socials. And there it was, plain as day. I was trending. The whole world now knew who my baby daddy was even though he still refused to accept. To escape the chaos and the growing shame curling in my stomach, I decided to get to work an hour early. Thought I could bury myself in deadlines, in designs, in anything other than him. But here he was. The same man who got me pregnant, rejected me, and somehow made me a hot topic for gossip. “Hm, sightseeing,” he said in a calm tone, placing one of my sketches back on the desk like it was some random doodle and not a piece of my soul. I stepped fully into the room, my heels clicking against the floor, sharp and steady like gunshots. H