All Chapters of The Masked Billionaire's Baby Mama : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The smoke from Mason's cigarette rose to the ceiling, it hung so thick in the air that it created a fog around him. That was his fourth stick of cigarette that night and he had no intention of stopping despite almost choking. He refused to have his dinner and even threw the plate of food at the maid that served him. Food was the least thing on his mind, only his father's words were enough to fill his stomach. At some point, with the cigar between his index finger and middle finger, he let out a chuckle. Don Romero had told him everything, the whole story concerning Noah, and he couldn't stop thinking about it. At first, he believed that his father was messing around, perhaps it was just another plot to destroy Noah and get him to sign over everything that belonged to him as planned.He still tried to believe it, but after the evidence that his father had provided to prove that Noah was his son, he became helpless. How could that scum be his brother? Why would his father do this? Th

“I'll have to think about it.” Roy sighed, his head aching from the responsibility that was suddenly placed on it. “Of course, let the boy think about it. Take all the time you need.” One of them said as they both slowly rose to their feet. Roy heaved a sigh of relief, but it was only short-lived. “Unfortunately, we don't have all the time to give you. You have twenty four hours to make up your mind Roy,” he leaned in and his breath hitched. “This could mean a lot for your lifelong dream, don't let a nonchalant friend bring you down.” Both men turned around and left after that, and Roy found himself in an even bigger dilemma that he could have ever imagined. Donovan returned to meet Roy in the boardroom, lost in thought. He wondered what was going on with his best friend and walked over to ask him. Roy was startled when Donovan's hand touched his shoulder, and Don furrowed his brows. “What the hell is going on with you? Did those clients say anything to you?” Don questioned, look

TWO WEEKS LATER…It had been two weeks since the incident, but Donovan and Roy were still not in talking terms. Donovan had been going to the office everyday with no idea about what Roy was planning. Roy had been particularly busy with meetings and Don was starting to get really suspicious.“Here are the papers you asked for. I'll be needing them back by noon before I leave, I have a meeting to attend.” Roy said nonchalantly, placing a file on Donovan's desk before turning to leave but Don called him back.“What meeting? I don't remember us fixing any meeting. So who are you meeting with?” He asked, tapping his index finger repeatedly on the desk, but Roy's expression remained unchanged.“It's none of your business.” “None of my business? What the hell are you talking about? We run this business together, and we have equal rights, so I have the right to know what meetings you're having and who you're having them with.” Don stroked his chin. “You have no business with my affairs, thi

Donovan stood in the middle of the living room, his eyes fixed on a portrait on the wall, although his mind was somewhere else. His left hand was neatly tucked into the pocket of his ironed khakis, while his right hand held a glass of whiskey which was quarter filled. His nose scrunched at intervals, and it was so quiet that the ticking of the clock could be heard.His ear twitched when he heard the jiggling of keys outside the door, but he did not turn. The door slowly creaked open and soft footsteps followed. The door shut again and Roy's cologne filled his nose, causing his muscles to tense. He took a sip out of the glass in his hand and remained in his position. “Hey.” Roy let out a sigh, feeling uneasy about Donovan's cold demeanor. They hadn't spoken in a long time, he had no idea why he decided to say hi to him, perhaps it was the guilt that was weighing down on him.“Since when did we start talking beyond the office?” Don questioned, swirling the drink. A grin tugged at the c

The positive result stared back at Noah, and the weight of the world seemed to have come crashing down on him. He didn't blink, he didn't even move, he simply stared at the piece of paper, trying to decipher what he was staring at. His eyes held the deep pain in his heart, it felt like a flaming arrow had just been driven into his chest, piercing his heart. He couldn't come to terms with the fact that everything he knew was a lie, or that he wasn't who he thought he was. His identity, his roots, were they all lies?With a single sniff, his muscles and his jaw clenched, then he threw the piece of paper back at Don Romero. “I'd be a fool to believe this and your deceptive words. I knew my father better than anyone, he is nothing like you described, and I will never believe you. This is obviously one of your tricks!” He shot and Don sighed, watching him exit the car in a fit of rage.“Noah!” He called out, getting out of the car as well. “Can you think about it!?” He clenched his fists