All Chapters of Becoming Mom To The Billionaire Daughter.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

RENNIE'S POV ⚠️ Content Warning: This chapter contains dark sexual content, non-consensual situations, explicit adult themes, vulgar languages, and graphic descriptions. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Not for those under the age of 18. Get ready to feel the heat. "C’mon, let’s go in," Darlington said, guiding me toward the bathroom. A wave of numbness swept over me, like my life was slowly slipping away. Everything about this felt wrong, yet I couldn’t run. I wondered how Shawn was handling our sudden disappearance—or if he even realized where we were. He reached for the shower knob, turning it on. Water burst from the pipe, clattering against the floor in a metallic rhythm that filled the silence. The air thickened with steam, wrapping around us like a fog that trapped every breath. His gaze followed me, steady and unreadable, dark with something I couldn’t name. “C’mon, Rennie, I said nanny me,” he murmured, his voice carrying quiet authority as his hand settled at m

RENNIE'S POV The private jet shuddered softly as it touched down on the tarmac, its wheels screeching against the heated ground before slowing to a smooth halt. The sudden stillness made my heart lurch. My fingers tightened around Diane’s small hand. She stirred beside me, blinking with fear. “Mommy… are we there?” “Yes, sweetheart,” I whispered, brushing a curl from her forehead while forcing my voice to sound calm. “We’re finally here. Come on, let’s get up.” But before I could stand, the cabin door swung open with a hiss. Darlington stepped in, calm and composed, but the faint storm flickering behind his eyes told another story. Behind him came Aria, armored in black leather pants and a jacket, her eyes sharp and expression unreadable. “We’re finally here,” Darlington said neutrally. His voice was quiet, yet it filled the cabin, pressing against the air itself. “I'm sure you both ate well?” Something in that calm terrified me more than his rage ever could. Diane fr

SHAWN’S POV The SUV rolled smoothly into the estate, a long stretch of luxury villas each secured behind neat, private gates. Beyond them stood the largest villa, painted pristine white, its towering pillars glinting under the Fiji sun. Our own villa was the second largest—elegant yet subtle, quietly intimidating. When the SUV stopped, the drivers helped offload our luggage before leaving quietly. Stepping inside, the air-conditioning kissed my face with a calm cold. Everything from the décor to the scent screamed wealth: soft leather couches, glass furniture that caught the light, and mahogany stairs polished so perfectly they looked wet. Dana walked in behind me with two women who looked to be in their forties, both wearing traditional sulu skirts and warm smiles. “Bula vinaka, sir,” they chorused softly, bowing slightly. “Bula,” I replied, nodding politely, though confusion flickered across my face. Dana folded her arms proudly. “So, this is where we’ll be staying for

RENNIE’S POV Several cars screeched into the villa, tires cutting through the silence like angry beasts. My heart skipped. Darlington stormed inside, rage burning in his eyes like wildfire. I ducked behind a marble pillar, pressing a trembling hand against my mouth. “Damn it!” he roared. “They ruined my plan, every single one of them! How could that fool Aria not sense the attack? Why did she have to trust the storekeeper? Where the hell is she?” One of his men hesitated, then spoke. “Sir, Aria has been captured.” Darlington froze, jaw tightening. “What? What do you mean?” He raked his fingers through his hair, pacing. “No, she’s the best I’ve got. I need to think. I need to calm down.” “Sir,” his manager said cautiously, stepping closer, “we have to leave while the secret escape is still secure.” “Leave?” Darlington barked, spinning on him. “You think I’ll run like a coward? No. Not until I get my desired marriage and honeymoon. Tighten security. Post a guard to watch th

Shawn’s POV We were all seated, waiting for Detective Imani to arrive. Now that the government of Fiji was fully aware of Aria’s illegal operations, we were finally granted an official investigation permit. But because of their national regulations, only a female detective could lead the interrogation of a female criminal. From the way the officers stood rigidly in a straight line, backs straight, chins up, and guns down, I already knew one thing: Whoever was about to walk in was a force. Suddenly, the metal doors slid open. Every officer immediately snapped to attention. “Salute, ma’am!” they all echoed, their heads stretched up high. I braced myself for some towering, broad-shouldered, battle-hardened woman, someone whose presence could crack concrete. But the woman who stepped in wasn’t that at all. Detective Imani was tall, yes, but slender, almost fragile-looking. Her face was soft, almost youthful, framed by tight braids tied behind her head. But her eyes… her eyes were