All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE BABY’S SECRET DADDY: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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CHAPTER SIXTY ONE

Flora’s POVIt’s almost time to leave, but my heart won’t stop racing.I pace the living room twice, clutching my handbag like it might fly away if I let go. Aurora’s dressed already,hair done in a sweet puff, her tiny hands playing with the butterfly clips in her curls.I turn to Mama. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I feel like this is a mistake.”She walks over and touches my shoulder gently. “It’s not a mistake, Flora. You’re just anxious. Breathe, alright? Maybe this dinner is a good thing.”I glance toward the window. It’s already getting dark.“Be positive,” she adds. “Whatever happens tonight, just stay calm. Don’t let anyone rattle you.”I nod slowly, then my phone rings, interrupting the moment.Unknown number.I hesitate, then swipe to answer. “Hello?”“Miss Flora,” a familiar voice says, low and firm. It’s the agent. “You’ll be accompanied to your meeting tonight. My men are waiting outside your house.”“What?” I blink. “How did you even—?”But the line goes dead.I

Last Updated : 2025-04-23

CHAPTER SIXTY TWO

Flora’s POVI sit in the car, watching the city lights blur past through the window, and for a moment,I can’t breathe.Did I just do that?Did I really sit through a dinner with Stanley and Jessica like it didn’t break every nerve in my body? Did I smile? Stay calm? Keep my voice even?I did.And I didn’t just survive it… I owned it.I blink, looking down at my hands, still slightly trembling, but steady enough to clench the edge of my dress. I feel raw inside, like I’ve been skinned emotionally, but on the outside,I looked untouched. That has to count for something.I glance to the other seat where the nanny holds Aurora gently. She’s fast asleep, cheeks flushed from the night, her tiny hand curled around the edge of her bunny plushie. So peaceful. So soft.I swallow the lump in my throat.The nanny offers me a small, knowing smile. “She didn’t even stir. Must’ve been a long day.”“Yeah,” I say, voice hoarse. “For both of us.”I lean forward, tapping the glass. “Let’s go. I just

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CHAPTER SIXTY THREE

Senator Jones’ POVThe soft hum of jazz floats through my study as I pour myself a glass of whiskey. It’s late, but I’ve never been much of a sleeper. Too many things always need watching, controlling. Especially now.My phone vibrates against the oak desk. I see the caller ID and smile faintly before answering.“Boss,” I say smoothly, settling into the leather armchair.“Jones,” he replies, his voice sharp and cold as ever. “How’s Flora coping at the company? Is she giving you trouble?”I swirl the amber liquid in my glass, taking a moment before responding. “She almost did,” I admit. “She had that fire in her eyes a few days back. Looked like she was ready to tear the whole place down.”The boss chuckles darkly. “I told you she’s a wild one.”“True,” I say. “But I brought her back to her senses. Just a little nudge to remind her of her place, and she snapped right back in line.”“Good. I don’t want her rebellious. I want her useful,” the boss says. There’s a pause, then he contin

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CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR

Jessica’s POVMy fingers tap rhythmically on the countertop, the screen of my phone lighting up with the time. 11:03 AM. The meeting should have started three minutes ago, but I’m still here, sipping a lukewarm espresso and pacing like a general before war.My phone rings, sharp and loud, dragging me out of my thoughts. I glance at the caller ID—Delilah, the event planner.I press answer, already annoyed.“Jessica,” she begins quickly, “the team’s been waiting. You’re the one who fixed the meeting time, and—”“Pause.” I cut her off, voice smooth but firm. “I have something important to take care of.”I don’t wait for a reply before ending the call.The moment I hang up, I snatch my purse, slip on my sunglasses, and head for the car. Screw the meeting. It can wait. Michael is more important right now. Much more.I slide behind the wheel, engine growling to life. The gates swing open, and I speed out of the compound without a second glance.Fifteen minutes later, I pull into the

Last Updated : 2025-04-28

CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE

Flora’s POVThe phone vibrates on the table beside me, and for a moment, I just stare at it. I’m not in the mood for more calls, more drama, more unexpected twists. But when I see the caller ID—Lawyer Peter—I sigh and pick it up.“Hello?”“Mrs. Davis—sorry, I mean Ms. Flora,” he corrects himself quickly. “Just calling to inform you the divorce papers have been finalized. Both your signatures are required now. Can we arrange a meeting today?”I glance at the clock. It’s only just past noon. My chest tightens. It feels so… final. Even though I’ve been expecting this.“Okay,” I say quietly. “Give me a moment.”I hang up and dial Stanley. He picks on the third ring.“We need to meet,” I say, skipping past the pleasantries. “Peter called. The papers are ready.”He’s silent for a beat. “Where?”“His office.”“I’ll be there.”He hangs up.No arguments. No hesitation. No emotion.I close my eyes and take a deep breath.Maybe it’s better this way.The meeting room is too quiet. Peter’s des

Last Updated : 2025-05-01

CHAPTER SIXTY SIX

Stanley’s POVI sit on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, staring at nothing.The silence in this room feels heavier than usual.I keep replaying the scene over and over in my head,Flora sitting across from me earlier today, calmly picking up the pen, signing the divorce papers, and walking away like it meant nothing. No last words. No second glances. Not even a flicker of emotion.Just… gone.After everything we’ve been through,our history, our daughter, I paused on that. Aurora isn't my daughter yet she signed those papers like she was closing a business deal. Clinical. Unbothered.Cold.I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to suppress the ache growing behind my eyes. When did she become like that? That woman who used to light up when I walked into a room now looks at me like I’m a stranger. Worse,like I’m invisible.And the scary part?I can’t even blame her fully anymore. Not afte

Last Updated : 2025-05-02

CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN

Flora’s POVAs soon as I step through the door, the scent of lavender and fresh soup greets me,home. My mother’s already waiting in the living room, perched at the edge of the couch with Aurora’s favorite stuffed bunny in hand. She looks up as I drop my keys on the console."How did it go?" she asks gently, her voice laced with concern.I take a breath, forcing the calm that’s been threatening to snap. "It went well," I say, lowering myself onto the armrest of the sofa. "We both signed. It’s done now."She studies my face closely. “Are you okay?”I nod. “I have to be, Mom. For Aurora. For myself. Falling apart isn’t an option anymore.”Her hand reaches out and rests over mine, warm and grounding. “You’re stronger than you think, Flora. But even strong women are allowed to cry.”Not today, I want to say. Not now. Not until I’m alone.She straightens a bit and offers a small smile. “Aurora’s birthday is next week, don’t forget.”“I haven’t,” I say. “I’ll start planning soon. She dese

Last Updated : 2025-05-03

CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT

Flora’s POVThe sun’s barely kissed the sky when I arrive at work the next morning. The office is quiet, the air crisp with early morning stillness. It feels like the only time I can breathe without someone watching, without questions, without expectations.I press my thumb against the scanner and push the glass doors open, stepping into the polished, cold space that is my temporary sanctuary. The receptionist gives me a polite nod. I don’t respond. I’m not in the mood for pleasantries. I head straight for my office.As soon as I settle behind my desk, I bury myself in the pile of documents waiting. Contracts. Letters. Legal memos. My pen glides over them, but my mind doesn’t follow. Not entirely.I pause, exhale deeply, and glance up at the flat screen TV mounted on the wall opposite my desk. It flickers to life—breaking news flashing across the screen.“—with the primaries approaching, tension builds among the top candidates vying for the party’s flag bearer. Senator Boris has

Last Updated : 2025-05-17

CHAPTER SIXTY NINE

Mirabel’s POVThe phone is pressed tightly against my ear as I pace the luxurious hotel suite. My heels click rhythmically against the marble floor, echoing off the high ceilings.“I told you,” I whisper harshly into the phone. “Keep your mouth shut. Flora’s not someone we want snooping around.”The person on the other end mutters a nervous agreement. I roll my eyes and end the call without saying goodbye. Pathetic.I toss the phone onto the velvet chaise just as the door opens. Senator Boris steps in, his expensive cologne announcing him before he even says a word.“Bad news?” he asks, sliding off his jacket and tossing it onto the back of a chair.“Nothing I can’t handle,” I say, crossing my arms.He saunters over, a sly grin playing on his lips. “Flora again?”I nod stiffly. The very mention of her name makes my blood heat with a mix of irritation and something close to respect. She's smart, but she’s desperate. And desperate people make mistakes.“She’s on my tail,” I mutter,

Last Updated : 2025-05-17

CHAPTER SEVENTY

Flora’s POVI sit at the balcony, the soft afternoon breeze brushing against my skin. The sun is high but gentle, casting a golden glow over everything it touches. I didn’t bother going to work today,it’s the weekend anyway,and right now, my mind is occupied with more important things.I sip slowly from the cup of tea resting on the small table beside me, my laptop open in front of me. I’m browsing through websites, searching for preschools, and making a checklist for Aurora’s birthday. It’s coming up fast, and even though I want to keep it small, I want it to be special,something she'll feel even if she’s too little to remember.Pink, gold, white… I think about the colors, about the cake, about the little decorations that would make Aurora’s eyes sparkle.My fingers scroll absentmindedly, and suddenly, like a strike of lightning, a memory crashes into me.Stanley and I, sitting together on the floor of the guest room,planning. Laughing. Dreaming.“We’ll paint the room yellow if

Last Updated : 2025-05-18

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