All Chapters of The Boss, His Baby, and Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

We sat beneath a massive flowering tree on a quietly peaceful morning."First," Denise began, lowering her voice. "Promise me you won't tell the boss—or anyone, not my uncle or Samuel—about what I'm going to say.""Okay, Denise, I understand. I won't tell a soul. I promise," I reassured her quickly.She nodded. "Good. And I hope you're not in a rush—because it's a long story.""Oh, come on, Denise," I urged, "just spill it—I'm dying to know!"She laughed. "You're just like me. Who doesn't love a little gossip? And I can only imagine how you must feel, showing up to a house and finding a newborn without a mother.""Thank goodness you get it," I sniffed. "So where is Noah's mother? Did she… pass away?""No, sweetheart. Noah's mother is very much alive," she answered gently."Then where is she?" I asked, curiosity catching fire.Denise sighed. "I told you, it's a long story. I have to start from the beginning.""Then start! Now!"I chewed on my nails in anticipation.She took

"What?" I asked anxiously."Oliver forgave Liana. He said he loved her with all his heart and that he loved the baby even more, that he wanted to give their family a chance. He said he didn't care if people talked or laughed at him, that he'd take all the judgment, the jokes, the slander—he just wanted her to change and for them to try again, to raise the baby that was almost born.""Oh my God, what a man!"Oliver really seemed to love her, because I wouldn't have had that kind of courage myself. Just imagine everyone laughing behind my back—it would be unbearable for me."And so, two more months went by. Liana never left the house, they were back together, but Mr. Oliver had stopped the parties. The village fair was no longer open to outsiders; he closed it off and restricted access to just employees and family.Then the day came when the baby was born. The whole house was in chaos. She was in the capital taking care of something because he trusted her again and let her go out wi

After we left the mall, Joel picked us up and gave us a short tour of some tourist spots in the capital. We spent practically the whole day out. When we got back to the estate, it was almost seven in the evening. Since it was the weekend, Denise wasn't staying over. So when I got to the house and found it all dark, I started turning on all the lights until I reached my room. I laid Noah on the bed and started getting his bath ready. After I bathed him, gave him his bottle, and tucked him in for the night, I took a shower. It was almost midnight by then, and I was starving, so I went to the kitchen to make something to eat. I took the baby monitor with me so I could keep an eye on Noah while I cooked. I was making soup—I was so hungry that a sandwich wouldn't cut it. I'd been eating so poorly lately, I must've already lost like five kilos. As I cooked, I kept thinking about everything Denise had told me. The whole conversation kept replaying in my head. I wasn't even involved in the

"It's not a stupid question, sir," I began, deciding to go all in—enough lying. "When I heard this estate was hiring, I decided to take a chance and walk from the capital all the way here, hoping to hitch a ride along the way—but no cars passed me, can you believe that? I was already regretting walking along a strange road, alone, in the rain and at night, but when I got near the bridge that connects the capital to the estate, I saw a car parked and a man standing there, about to jump. And with my nosy nature, as you've probably noticed, I tried to talk him out of it. Eventually, he stepped down from the bridge, got in the car, and drove away." Oliver's mocking expression vanished. He understood what I was trying to say. "Don't be silly, Aurora. If that really happened, it didn't make any difference—he came back later and jumped. You saw the news yourself." "Yeah, I only heard about it, but I ended up reading it and saw the man's photo—and you know what? It wasn't the same guy!"

Denise had left Friday night with Samuel—they were spending the weekend at the beach. I'll admit, I was dying to see the ocean too. Mom had traveled there three times with Xander and Alice, but she never took me. My mom was already jealous of me, even seeing me dressed decently. I'm sure she'd kill me if she ever saw me in a bikini at the beach. Her jealousy was toxic, and because of it, she deprived me of everything. After the cake finished baking and cooled down, I covered it with the frosting I had made, added the candle and the little figurine on top, then stored it in the fridge. I went upstairs to give Noah his bottle and get my little boss ready. I left my phone charging so I could take lots of pictures and picked out a few cute outfits too—I planned to do a few different photo setups with him. Noah was all ready, so I put him in the stroller and took him down to the living room. I set up a small scene on the sofa and placed him there. I put the cake beside him and started