Semua Bab Becoming Mom To The Billionaire Daughter.: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I felt like the odds were stacked against me, especially after I gave 50 bucks to a man who promised to get me a slot in an orphanage as a part-time home-nanny. I didn’t even stop to think what if it was a scam? But then again, why would he scam me out of 50 bucks, when that was exactly what I would earn from the job?My bank app glared at me with one hundred and two dollars and nineteen cents. I glared right back,by standing in the queue of a coffee café to order toast and scrambled eggs.I hadn’t eaten anything solid in nearly twelve hours, but I wasn’t about to let the last of my pride die with my last twenty-dollar bill. I had one job interview lined up, one backup plan, and zero hope ,,until the phone rang.“Rennie Brooks?”The voice was calm and businesslike. Not a number I recognized.A private number.“This is Dana Ellis, assistant to Mr. Shawn Wolfe.With a job offer.You were referred to us by Saint Mary's orphanage home.”This sounded too good to be true, because renowned bus

Mr Shawn stared at us like a maths teacher to his students who weren't getting his questions right. He asked what was going on, seeing his daughter with greasy hands, and mouth filled with crumbs of broken chips, he shouted again what was going on! Before I could say anything, the both of us shouted it was her fault!, we coincidentally said “hey,how could you do that to me you snitch” Mr Shawn was furious,Is this the level of your professionalism, I didn't expect this from you despite the accolades that were given to you. I was so sad knowing I had gotten into trouble on my first day Diane seeing me sad and in a panic state, immediately said that it's not her fault it's mine, I snuck into her room and took her takeout, I didn't want to eat what the chef made,so in order to fulfill my wishes she let me take a bite or two or three which later turned into six, Shawn being a loving father couldn't stay angry at that face, immediately apologized to me and said that he

The darkness swallowed everything but my heartbeat.It was loud. Thunderous. Not in my ears but in my chest, echoing through my entire body like a warning… or a wish.I felt him move.Not away.Closer.The air between us grew hotter, tighter, until I could taste the spice of his cologne and the electricity buzzing off his skin. His hand brushed against my jaw, featherlight, and I nearly forgot how to breathe."Rennie..." His voice was lower than before. Rougher. "We should stop. We really should."But he didn’t.And neither did I.Then soft, searching, inevitable his lips met mine.It wasn’t gentle.It was like all the silence between us had burst. Hours of careful glances, strict rules, tension laced between clumsy mistakes set on fire.His kiss was demanding and desperate, yet calculated, like he’d been holding back too long and now couldn’t remember why.Before I could even think, his strong arms lifted me with practiced ease and set me carefully on the desk, cold polished mahogany

The morning sun streamed gently through the nursery curtains, painting golden streaks across the polished floor as I stepped into Diane’s room. She was still curled up in her oversized, cloud pyjama,her dark curls a wild halo against her satin pillow.“Time to wake up, sleepyhead,” I whispered, brushing a knuckle across her hair.She groaned like a grumpy kitten. “Five more minutes…”I scooped her up, blanket and all, and carried her to the bathroom. The scent of strawberry foam and vanilla bath pearls filled the air as I lowered her into the oversized claw-foot tub. Rubber ducks around her, along with floating toy dolphins and a lavender bathroom air freshener.“Spa day again?” she teased, her sleepy eyes lighting up.“Every day is spa day for a little queen,” I replied, moving the soft sponge and gently washing behind her ears. “ what happens if I don't wash my feet”She asked “Then they smell like old baseball,” I said with a grin, Then she sprayed the water on me.I laughed, grabb

The drive home was quite silent, Shawn refused to talk and I couldn't judging from Shawn's face, it's either he would have hit me or thrown me out of the car,so we got home he didn't even opened the door for me like he did earlier all he did was got down and threw the keys to the guard, thinking we would reconcile, unknown to me that the hostility just started,The hostility started with coffee.Not the comforting kind, but the scorching, bitter kind. The kind that splashes across crystal glasses and hand-sewn Italian rugs—not by accident, but purposely."Clean it up."Three words.Arrogant.Icy. Domineering.I stared at the mess for half a second too long. The steam still rose from the spilled pot on the boardroom table, dripping slowly to the floor. No one moved. No one breathed.Shawn Wolfe didn’t look at me. Not once.He was seated at the end of the table, legs crossed, voice calm, suit immaculate. A dozen executives watched silently, their eyes darting between me and him like spect