All Chapters of Becoming Mom To The Billionaire Daughter.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The morning had just begun to feel like peace. Liya had calmed down after her drama, Darlington was no longer vexed, and I had finally gotten to smile again without guilt pinching the corners of my chest.That’s when the doorbell rang.Darlington and I exchanged a glance from the couch. He was halfway through a cup of green tea,he was looking too comfortable for someone who wanted to get off the couch.“I’ll get it,” he said, rising with ease.“Hey I'll get it, you finish that tea”“Okay, thanks, just make sure you tighten your robe, I don't want nobody seeing what is only for me”“Okay,Mr “Peveritz Darlington”As I opened the door, I felt the past knocking at my front door, and it was, and it came with;A bouquet.A neatly wrapped box.Accompanied with a too-familiar face.Shawn.In all black,a fitted turtleneck, designer trousers, and that cast still wrapped around his arm like some kind of battle trophy. His expression lit up when he spotted me, but his reaction dampened as he saw

The cheers hadn’t stopped. Flashlights and spotlight continued to burst like fireworks at us, both on our faces and the diamond ring, making the shine both blinding and beautiful. People were still clapping, hands reaching to shake ours, voices overlapping with congratulations and questions. My hand was still in Darlington’s, the diamond now sitting on my finger like a title, not earned but given. Everywhere around us were filled with smiles that showed both astonishment and confusion, reporters pressed in, some wanting photos, some asking for interviews, others just trying to touch the edge of the diamond ring. Darlington pulled me closer, his voice low in my ear. "Smile. For now. We’ll talk later." I nodded, still just as confused as everyone else. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a waiter weaving his way through the crowd. He held a glass of champagne in one hand and something small in the other—a folded white card. He approached Darlington with a fake grin that looked m

The morning air carried a burden I had never felt in the past few days.It was not from heat.But from worry.I barely slept the night before. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Diane’s tiny confused face as she looked at the woman claiming to be her mother. I kept hearing Paige’s voice saying, “The court won’t waste time.” I kept seeing Shawn,still and devastated,like someone who had a few days to live.By seven AM, I was already dressed. Not in anything too fancy, but something neutral, something respectable. If I couldn’t speak or testify in court today, I at least wanted to show up for Diane and Shawn in every possible way.That was the plan, anyway.Until the knock came on my door.It was Dana.Her eyes were already lined with worry and anxiety. She had barely slept either."Hey," she said softly, stepping into the room. "I just got off the call with the legal team. The hearing is set for 10:30 AM at the Family Court downtown."I nodded slowly, already reaching for my shoes. “I’m

After everything the first detective revealed about Paige, I should have felt like I was making progress. But instead, it felt like I was falling deeper into a maze with no exits. I was still under the restraining order. I couldn’t speak to Diane. I couldn’t text her. Couldn’t even watch a five-second video she sent me without it glitching. That’s when it hit me,Piage had bugged Diane’s tablet. That sly little move of hers was the last straw. She wasn’t just trying to erase me. She was trying to erase everything Diane and I had built together. Fine. If Paige wanted war, I was done playing soft. That’s when I remembered Darlington's college friend whom we talked about.A woman named Mitchell Stephenson,a top L.A. model and occasional undercover specialist with the kind of confidence you could feel just by reading her name. She didn’t just turn heads; she turned situations. I called her. Gave her the details. Antoine Marcell,media mogul, billionaire, and Paige’s ex-fiancé.

The morning air felt lighter than usual.Maybe it was the way the clouds parted slightly, or the hint of calm in the streets that made me feel, for a second, like today wouldn’t be so bad.I just wanted to grab something small that reminded me of Diane—her favourite cinnamon rolls. She used to love buying them from the cafeteria outside her school. But since everything fell apart, I could only use the taste as remembrance. So I took a walk to the local mini-mart, hoping the distraction would help.But nothing prepared me for what happened next.As I crossed the main road near Diane’s school, I saw a small crowd gathered near the gate. At first, I thought it was one of those usual student scuffles or late arrivals being punished.Until I heard someone scream, “She’s not waking up!”My feet moved before my mind could catch up. I ran.And that’s when I saw her.Diane.Lying unconscious near the school gate, her skin pale and her chest rising so faintly, I wasn’t even sure she was breathi