All Chapters of The Boss, His Baby, and Me: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"What do you mean?" I got out of bed, unable to believe what I'd just heard."I want you to take Noah with you. I can't explain right now, but I had a house prepared for you two in the villa.""What's going on?""Look, just do what I'm asking for now. I'll come see you later and we’ll talk, okay?""Alright.""Get your things ready, I'll send someone to pick them up. Once you're done, come downstairs—I’ll take you to the villa." I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to ask a million questions, but I couldn’t forget that I worked for him. I packed my things and Noah’s. As I walked out of the room and passed through the kitchen, I saw Liana sitting near the counter. She was eating, lost in thought. I tried to slip by unnoticed, but she saw me. I couldn’t help but meet her eyes. She frowned and stared at me, watching me for as long as she could. 'I can't believe that witch is here. How can she walk freely around the house?' My thoughts were screaming with anger. All I wanted was t

I'd had an amazing night with Aurora—and honestly, it was even better than I expected. She was sweet, affectionate, and most of all, confident. She knew what she wanted and didn't hesitate to go after it. Driving back to the estate, I couldn't stop thinking about her—her touch, her soft scent, her taste. The memories of the night flashed through my mind like sparks. I hadn't wanted to leave. I didn't want to be away from her. That rug—God, that rug! I should frame it on my living room wall, just to remember the most extraordinary night of my life, when I had the most incredible woman in the world all to myself. The sky was beautiful, nearly cloudless, with a brilliant blue that seemed to glow. Everything would've been perfect… if it weren't for one thing. Liana. At the estate entrance, I ran into Samuel. "Well, well, if it isn't the man of the house," he greeted me with a smirk. "What now?" "You didn't come home last night?" he asked sarcastically. "I didn't sleep l

The day dragged on. While I thought about Oliver and the night we spent together, there was a feeling in my chest that I couldn't quite explain—I just couldn't wait to see him again. What happened between us was so intense, and I noticed at certain moments that he felt something too. It wasn't just desire—there was something else in his eyes. I know I can't expect much, and definitely can't demand anything, but I really believe something could blossom between us. I started to worry when Denise told me they were arguing in the office. I don't understand why that woman came back, not after all the damage she caused him and his son. If I could, I'd fix every problem in the world, because I can't stand to watch injustice happen and stay quiet. Oliver is a good man—not just because I like him, but because I've seen it. He never hesitates to help anyone in need. He doesn't care what people think of his decisions, even if it affects his reputation. I admire him for who he is. And even tho

"Miss, there was an error on the birth certificate, which has now been corrected. This is the child's updated certificate," the officer said, showing me a piece of paper. When I looked at it, I saw it was a new birth certificate listing Liana and Oliver as the parents. "Well, that paper means nothing. I've never seen this woman before in my life, and she's never seen the child, so she can't take him." "As I said, there was a mistake made on the day of the child's birth, as well as at the time of his registration. Ms. Liana has already explained the situation to the authorities. Legally, she is the child's mother, and since the father is under arrest and facing charges of assault, custody of the child will be transferred to her." "The father is not under arrest!" I corrected him. "Noah's father went to the police station to give a statement against the false accusation made against him." "Miss, please don't interfere with the work of the justice system." "I'm not interfering.

"What?" "Exactly what you heard. If you disappear, I swear I'll drop all the charges against him." "You're lying!" "I'm not lying. You're the only thing standing in the way of me getting back with Ollie. If you leave, he'll come back to me soon." "Even if I leave, he'll never go back to you." "That's my problem. Just do your part—pack your things and leave. I promise I'll let him be with his son. I have custody rights over Noah. Even if Oliver gets out of jail, he'll have to live with me for the rest of his life, since the child is mine too. But it's up to you whether that arrangement is peaceful or not." "How do I know you'll actually go through with it?" "You have my word. If you want, we can go to the capital right now, and I'll drop the charges. You can watch him walk out of jail. But you also have to give me your word that you'll never look for him again or speak of this conversation. Just disappear and leave my son and my man in peace." "Why should I believe you?"