Semua Bab Becoming Mom To The Billionaire Daughter.: Bab 21 - Bab 30

THIRD PERSON POV The morning light barely reached the Wolfe mansion before Shawn was already awake. He stood in front of the mirror in his walk-in closet, adjusting the collar of his black seamless suit. It fit him perfectly—sharp, commanding, powerful—a suit made for a man who ruled cities. Yet today, he didn’t feel like that man. He felt like a father who had failed his daughter. His reflection stared back at him, colder, heavier, eyes burdened with regret. He exhaled slowly, controlled, then left the room. By the time he reached Diane’s door, the edge of his usual authority had softened. His steps slowed, his posture relaxed, his breath quieted. He knocked gently. “Sunshine… may I come in?” A small, muffled voice replied, “Okay.” Shawn stepped inside. Diane sat curled on her bed, clutching her stuffed bear, her eyes swollen from nights of silent crying. A tight ache gripped Shawn’s chest as he crouched in front of her, lowering himself to her level—a man who could intimi

RENNIE’S POV I woke up to the scent of toast and honey. The soft hum of jazz was everywhere, and the early morning sun reflected through the windows, giving the mansion a warm glow. For a moment, I didn’t move; I just breathed. For the first time in weeks, I wasn’t haunted by Shawn’s voice in my dreams or headlines screaming my name. For once, silence didn’t feel like loneliness — it felt like immense safety. I stretched, the blanket sliding off my shoulder as I woke up on the comfy bed Darlington sent me to. By the time I woke up, the mansion was thoroughly cleaned, which explained why the workers worked late at night and why Darlington stayed alone. There was no one to litter, and from the look of things, he wasn’t usually home. This made the night shift perfect for the workers. I brushed my teeth, packed my hair, and went downstairs. Darlington was already in the kitchen, hair slightly rough, wearing a tank top and gray joggers. He looked like a life-size cut-out of a ma

RENNIE'S POV It had been just two days since I met Darlington, and I was already catching feelings for him, a man who rescued me without any condition involved. Yet with all these feelings, I still had flashbacks of Shawn in that arm cast; it felt like my mind was splitting for no good reason. Darlington drew me back to reality with a single touch on the arm. “Hey…” he said softly. “Are you hurt? I'm sorry for scolding you. It’s just,” his voice cracked slightly, “I’ve had no one to care for in a long time. So when you told me, I panicked. You're part of my world now. I just want you safe.” As he said those last lines, the only thing I thought of was to kiss those pink lips of his. I can't believe after the entire lessons I learnt from Shawn I was still yet falling for another CEO. But now wasn't the time to be careful; it was the time to take chances, and that would make me guilt-free, because I would be able to face Diane openly. The only problem I had… was, Darlington read

RENNIE'S POV He walked closer to me, revealing those steamy abs of his, our eyes locked as he took two steps, backing me against the door. He slid his fingers across my arms and settled them on the sleeve, tugging gently at my linen robe. The look in his eyes told me everything—I was meant to take it off. As I let the robe fall, revealing only the bikini bra and panties, his gaze shifted from admiration to raw, masculine hunger. I couldn’t believe that in less than three days of meeting him, we were already at this moment of love and trust. Without saying a word, he carried me into his arms and laid me on the bed like I weighed nothing. He laid me down with care, his hands guiding my head. Darlington didn’t need to speak—his body did the talking. Smooth, sculpted, and commanding. His presence was impossible to ignore, but I focused on the heat of his touch. His lips started at my shoulder, trailing love bites along my neck and chest. Every touch felt like fire, his hands firm but

RENNIE'S POV I didn’t rush out immediately, not with the state of the situation. As much as I wanted to explain to Darlington, I couldn’t just leave Shawn unconscious, hurting, barely coherent. I stayed, pacing at his side, biting my nails, waiting for the paramedics Dana had called to arrive. Every second dragged, my anxiety wrapping around my ribs like a tight band. When I finally sat for a moment, I heard a low groan. Shawn’s eyelids fluttered slowly, as though waking hurt him. He was waking up. “Shawn—don’t move,” I said instantly, stepping quickly to his side. But he tried to roll over in discomfort, gritting his teeth with a strangled sound. I rushed to sit beside him, steadying his casted arm carefully so he wouldn’t hurt himself further. He winced, then looked up at me through a fog of pain, his expression dazed and unsure. “Rennie…” he whispered. I blinked, heart thudding. “Shawn, don’t talk. Just stay still—help is on the way.” But he said it again, more desperately