All Chapters of The Billionaire's Personal Escort : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

We lay down, breathless, with the silence between us. After some time, I felt the urge to ask the question that had been bothering my mind. "You know," I began hesitantly, "when you revealed to me that you were Ethan, I didn’t ask any questions." Travis turned his head slightly, his gaze was soft in the dim light. "Well, you can ask whatever you want. I’ll give you the answers," he said. I took a deep breath before speaking. "If you are the biological son of Mr. Sinclair, why did you change your name to Travis?" He went quiet for a moment. Then, with a sigh, he finally answered. "Well, when my mom was pregnant with me, she and my dad had already decided they would name their first child Travis. At least, that’s what she told me. But a few weeks later, she gave birth, and he didn’t show up at the hospital. So she went ahead and filled out the paperwork, naming me Travis. Only later did she discover that my father and his wife had adopted a son and named him Travis as well."

Ayanna Pov "Why did you let Henry hug you?" Travis asked the moment we stepped into the room. I raised a brow. "It’s just common courtesy, nothing serious. Wait… do you doubt me?" "No, it’s not that." He sighed. "I just didn’t like seeing another man hugging my wife, that’s all." "It was just a hug, Travis," I said, stepping closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed a kiss to his lips. That reminded me… "Where were you all morning? I was looking everywhere for you." I pulled back slightly to look at him. "You even left your phone behind. At least a simple message would have been nice." "I'm sorry, Aya. I got a call and rushed out in a hurry. I forgot my phone." "And what was so urgent?" "There was an issue with a mall—embezzlement. I needed to sort it out quickly and get back to you," he explained. I frowned. "A mall? But you don’t own one… Did you buy or build one?" Travis looked momentarily confused. "Huh?" "You heard me. Did you buy or bui

Ayanna’s POV After spending five days in Paris, I asked that we return home. I missed my daughter too much. The moment we arrived back in New York, Irene came running toward me, her little feet moving as fast as they could. I barely had time to drop my handbag before she threw herself into my arms. "Mommy!" she squealed, hugging me tightly. I lifted her, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo. "I missed you so much, baby," I whispered, holding her close. She pouted. "I missed you more, Mommy. You and Daddy went away for so long!" Travis chuckled beside me, ruffling her hair. "We weren’t gone that long, princess." "Yes, you were!" she huffed, then turned to me. "Grandma said I could call you, but I didn’t want to disturb you. Were you having fun?" I exchanged a glance with my mother, who stood by the doorway with a warm smile. "Of course, I had fun, but I still missed you every second," I reassured her. "Did you have fun with Grandma?" Irene nodded excitedly. "Grandma

Travis' POV The moment I got home, I retreated to my study, needing some quiet after a long day of work. Managing a company wasn’t easy, but I had responsibilities, and I couldn’t afford to slack off. I knew Ayanna had returned home, but I had been too caught up in my work to welcome her properly. I figured I’d make it up over dinner. Every now and then, I could hear Irene giggling in the living room. That sound alone made all the stress worthwhile. I had missed so many moments in her life, and now that I had the chance, I wanted to be there for everything. A knock on my study door pulled me from my thoughts. "Daddy, are you done?" Irene's small voice came through the door. I smiled and stood up, opening the door to find my daughter standing there in her pajamas, her arms crossed in a tiny pout. "Aren’t you going to come eat with us?" she asked, looking up at me. I knelt in front of her, ruffling her hair. "I’ll be there in a minute, princess. I just have a little wo

The next morning, I woke up early as usual, got Irene ready for school, and made breakfast. It had become our routine—just the two of us most mornings, sharing those quiet moments before the chaos of the day began. After dropping her off at school, I headed to the hospital to meet with the doctor. Today was an important day. Travis and I had decided to go through with surrogacy, and after weeks of discussions, medical tests, and evaluations, we were finally meeting the woman who would help bring our baby into the world. When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor greeted us warmly and introduced us to a young woman named Allison Brown. “She’s the one we matched with your profile,” the doctor explained. I turned to Allison, studying her carefully. She had a kind face, her eyes filled with nervousness but also warmth. She looked humble and polite, and for some reason, I felt an immediate connection. “I hope you don’t mind me saying this,” I told her, “but I like you already.