All Chapters of Billionaire, I'm No Longer Yours: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

(Nick)I stared at the draft contracts, each page detailing another piece of my empire I was signing away. The legal team had worked through the night, but it still didn’t feel fast enough.“Mr. Baldwin?” Davis knocked tentatively. “The second round of paperwork needs your signature.”“Bring them in.” I rubbed my eyes, exhausted from the sleepless night.My phone pinged—a message from Brigitte. The attachment showed young Fleur Renaud smiling at the camera, her father’s eyes shining from her small face. She wore a sailor dress, standing proudly on what I recognized as a yacht. Just like the yacht where I’d…“The Hong Kong acquisitions need immediate attention,” Davis said, placing more papers on my desk.“Not now.” I hit reply before I could stop myself:“She’s beautiful. He would be so proud.”Brigitte’s response came instantly: “He was. Every day. I have more photos, if you’d like to see them.”“Yes,” I typed back. “Please.”More images filled my screen—Fleur at ballet recitals, bir

(Ethan)I watched through the doorway as Lila’s eyes opened fully. Her fingers twitched on the white sheets as she smiled at Nick—she’d woken up after hours. Nick stared down at her as he stood beside her bed with Fleur in his hands.“Hey beautiful,” he whispered, brushing her hair back.I gripped the doorframe hard enough that my nails dug into the wood. Romy appeared at my side.“You don’t have to watch this,” she said.“I need to.”Inside, Lila turned toward Nick. Her voice came out raspy. “Fleur? Is she…”“Perfect.” Nick stared down at our daughter in his arms. “Ready to meet your mama?”My chest constricted as he placed Fleur in Lila’s arms. Tears spilled down her cheeks while she traced our daughter’s tiny features.“Hello, my love.” Lila kissed Fleur’s forehead. “I’ve waited so long for you.”Alexander cleared his throat. “Should we give them some time?”“No.” Lila looked up at all of us crowded in the doorway. “Come meet her properly.”The family flooded in—the Montgomerys, my

(Lila)I stared down at Fleur sleeping in her crib, counting each tiny breath. The clock on the nursery wall showed 6 PM. Nick’s arm slid around my waist.“You’ve been here for hours,” he said quietly.“What if she stops breathing? I’ve read babies do that sometimes. What if someone takes her while we sleep?”“The security system—”“There are spies! Remember how Thompson put cameras here? No, nobody can be trusted,” I gripped the crib railing. “Robert took James from our engagement party! He got through security. Grace got to James’s school. All the cameras and guards in the world didn’t stop them.”“Lila.” Nick turned me to face him. “Dr. Morris said this anxiety—”“Isn’t normal? That I’m being paranoid?” I pulled away. “The nannies think I’m crazy, hovering all the time, but they don’t understand. Maybe one of them will take her away…”“Neither do I, not really. Talk to me.”“I keep having these dreams.” I touched Fleur’s dark curls. “Someone breaks in, takes her. Or she stops breat

(Ethan)I stood in Montgomery Mansion’s ballroom, watching doves flutter in their ornate cages. Lila’s mother had gotten her wish—twenty pure white birds ready to be released at the reception.“The doves are staying in those cages until the actual wedding day,” Alexander said firmly to the handler. “My security team will monitor them.”The security team, dressed in matching navy suits Alexander had insisted on, nodded in unison.“Look how pretty!” James exclaimed, pressing his face against a cage. “Can I help release them?”“Of course,” I told him. “You’re the ring bearer for both couples, remember?”“The most important job,” Cara added, adjusting his bow tie.The wedding planner rushed past, barking orders into her headset. “No, the flowers need to be arranged by height! And where are the ice sculptures?”“You’d think we were hosting a royal wedding,” Nick muttered beside Lila.“Mother does love a spectacle,” said Lila as she bounced Fleur gently.She brought her daughter everywhere,

(Lila)I shifted Fleur to my other arm as she began fussing during dinner. The noise around my parents’ dining table grew louder—Nick and my father discussing business, my mother cooing at Fleur, and Alexander arguing with Romy about some charity function.“Let me take her,” Nick offered, reaching for our daughter.“I’ve got her,” I insisted, bouncing Fleur gently.My father’s laughed. “Nicholas, you really should consider expanding your Pacific routes. The opportunities in Singapore are immense right now.”Nick nodded. “We’ve been exploring options there. The regulatory environment is tricky, but—”“Lila, darling,” my mother interrupted, “would you mind grabbing those photo albums I mentioned? I want to show Romy those pictures from Alexander’s sailing phase.”“Mother, nobody needs to see those,” Alexander grumbled.I stood, grateful for the excuse to stretch my legs. “Where are they?”“Your father’s study. Top shelf of the bookcase, I believe.”I handed Fleur to Nick, whose expressi