Semua Bab Becoming Mom To The Billionaire Daughter.: Bab 11 - Bab 20

RENNIE'S POV I was sick waiting for Diane, even though it was an air-conditioned car with leather seats that could automatically give a soothing massage , I still didn't feel okay. My thoughts and emotional overload generated a heat that made me uncomfortable. Just as I was about to ask the driver to return home, I heard Diane’s jolly voice—the perfect cooler to my “emotional heat.” She wasn’t just running with a speed that could rival a top athlete; she was singing a goofy song, her excitement impossible to contain: “We are going to Thailand! Me, Dad, and Renzy! So much fun, we’re going to have a frenzy!” Seeing her smile immediately soothed my discomfort. I was about to leave the car to embrace her, but she ran even faster as she got closer. I opened the door and caught her in my arms. “Easy!” I said, steadying her as she collided into me while trying to enter the car. She giggled and practically danced her way into the back seat, kicking her feet and humming as if the world w

RENNIE'S POV The flight from Los Angeles to Thailand was long—14 hours and 26 minutes—but surprisingly calm. Somewhere over the oceans and beautiful views, time lost all meaning. I dozed off, but would regain consciousness, waking to the scent of reheated meals, the low hum of birds in the sky. Despite the silence between Shawn and me, he managed to fill the cabin with noise—his voice. He ridiculously questioned Diane about school, her spelling test, and her art projects. She answered eagerly at first, then started involving me, creating a three-way conversation I hadn’t signed up for. “Renzy, how do you spell ‘gorgeous’?” Diane asked, her head tilted sweetly. “It’s one of the words we have to learn. G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S,” I spelled, still charmed by her intentful question. Shawn gave a faint smile behind the laptop. By the time we landed, it was early afternoon, about 1:30 p.m. local time. The plane touched down with a gentle thud, wheels screeching softly on the tarmac. War

RENNIE'S POV "RENZYYYYYYY!" The scream sliced through the peaceful morning like a sharp knife. I sat upright, heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. The sheets slipped from my shoulders as I stood from the bed. Behind me, Shawn yawned softly, barely lifting his head from the pillow. “What the hel…” “Diane,” I whispered, wide-eyed. “It’s Diane.” Already scrambling for clothes, I grabbed his oversized T-shirt and slid my shorts back on as fast as I could. My legs ached from yesterday’s naughty exercises, but none of that mattered now. "RENNY?!" Her voice cracked this time—panic, heartbreak, raw and pure. I flew down the hallway, feet stepping on the cold tiles. There she was, in the middle of the hallway that led outside, small hands by her sides, tears streaming down her cheeks, hair wild like she’d been tossing in bed all night. “Where were you?! Why weren’t you in bed all night?!” I dropped to my knees, pulling her into the safest hug I could give. “I’

RENNIE’S POV Sunlight streamed through the cabin window as I woke from a sleep that felt endless. I rolled over and saw Shawn beside me, cuddling my waist. He looked so innocent asleep, like I had never seen him before. As I reached to stroke his cheek, the pilot’s voice came through the intercom. “Thirty minutes till landing, all boarders please be ready for dispatch.” I ignored it at first, but then the words sank in. Thirty minutes to get ready. I stood, took a bath in Shawn’s personal bathroom, then headed to Diane’s room where she was still asleep. “Good morning, baby,” I whispered, stroking her face. “Are we there yet?” she asked, rubbing her eyes. “No, but soon. Let’s get you ready.” After bathing her, I dressed her in new clothes, packed her hair, and we went to the lounge to wait. Minutes later, we landed. ******** The plane touched down in Los Angeles with a smooth thud, just like everything I felt. Smooth. We were home. Back in the City of Angels. A black Maserati

The rumor hadn’t died down. If anything, it had gotten worse. The paparazzi’s cameras followed me like shadows. Messages from friends and distant family felt like interrogations. Even Shawn’s associates continued pressing him—not offering support, but warnings. This past week felt like an eternity. I had thought the rumor would pass, like any other, that time would wash away the scandal. But no. The online noise only grew louder. More blogs picked up the story. Videos were saved, edited with hurtful captions. People speculated about me like I was another discussion about politics. The whispers in the hallways of the mansion sharpened. The staff grew quieter around me—but the kind of quiet that felt loud. Not comforting. I kept my head down. Because what else could I do? Shawn still hadn’t spoken to me since that night. Not a word. Not even a text. It was like I’d been erased. But I hadn’t left. Part of me wished I had. But the bigger emotional part—the one that still thought of