All Chapters of Becoming Mom To The Billionaire Daughter.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Breakfast is served, come eat your meal,” I said, expecting a tiny pair of hands around my waist—but I received nothing. I was hugged by perfect silence. That silence? It wasn’t peaceful. It was wrong. Since Diane was partially okay now. I expected her usual shuffle, the soft patter of her feet, or her humming some made-up tune about bunnies and pancakes. But there was nothing. I set the tray down and walked out into the hallway of the hotel suite. The walls were too clean, too polished, too… still. Too sterile. I could only hear the distant hum of the old lady staying opposite our room, the low murmur of voices from other rooms, but none of it mattered. Because Diane's voice wasn’t here. My breath hitched. My legs moved before my mind caught up. I stormed back into our private suite—feet loud against the floor, heart even louder in my chest. The room was still empty. The bed was neatly made. The bunny—her bunny, which she named Cotton—was gone. The chair w

The buzzing hotel lobby was packed with tension—screens flickering, officers barking updates, and Darlington scanning border footage like a hawk. The scent of strong coffee and static filled the air, blending with the anxiety hanging thick like fog. Shawn’s phone lit up. He answered. “Mr. Shawn, I just heard about Diane’s kidnapping,” Mayor Chesterfield said, his voice entwined with disbelief and panic. “I’m honestly stunned—how the hell did some son of a bitch pull that off in a hospital with 24-hour surveillance? But listen, as mayor, I’ll do everything in my power to catch whoever did this.” Shawn exhaled slowly, jaw tight. “Yes, Mr. Chesterfield. I’m just as surprised. Her entire appearance was erased from the surveillance footage—like she was never there. But on the bright side, the entire police department is on their asses. Diane’s case is the top priority.” There was a heavy pause, like even the mayor couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Before Chesterfield could respon

“We need to do something… we… need to find my baby.” My voice broke at every word. I could barely breathe, the fear gripping my throat like it was trying to choke me. “You're right,” Shawn said, pacing across the room like a storm was brewing in his chest. “But who the hell is she? And what does she want with me… with my daughter?” The air was thick with tension when Darlington suddenly shouted from behind his laptop. “Found her!” We both turned around. Darlington’s voice sliced through the silence. “Ugh, I don’t get it—is she a damn ghost? But I finally cracked it.” “What do you mean ‘ghost’?” Shawn asked, brows furrowed. Darlington’s eyes were wide with disbelief—and adrenaline. “All her records? Locked. Her IDs? Either expired or never existed. No digital trace. No employment history after 2017. She erased herself from the system.” Chills spread across my arms like frostbite. “But thanks to the hospital’s old nurse attendance log—the one we scanned last night—I matched her

The SUV went silent. The decor was nothing less than a hundred, judging by the sleek leather and glowing blue lights. Shawn held me so tight I wasn’t able to move, not breathe. Oh, who was I kidding? The relationship I shared with Shawn was one some would call voodoo. Despite hurting me and abandoning me, I still loved his touch. I still trembled to his wet kisses. Before I could react—knowing I was married—the seats had already begun to recline, shifting with a smooth mechanical hum. The divider between us and the driver slid up with a soft buzz, sealing us into a private section. Then he turned to me, slowly, like the scene had been planned in his head a dozen times. He tugged off his black shirt, muscles stretching and flexing with the motion. His eyes never left mine. The SUV now looked less like transport… and more like temptation. I sat frozen—not because I was afraid, but because something in me didn’t want to move. He leaned over me, his hand brushing my knee. Then— R

"You heard the info, so I believe we know what to do, boys. Officer Ren, lead the mission."The Commissioner roared. "Yes, Sir!!! Operation Rescue From Family Drama is—" "Pick another rescue name," The Commissioner cut in, glaring at the half-smirking officer. "All you officers and agents of gossip." A few snickers and giggles echoed through the ops room. Commissioner Ren straightened, trying to hide his own smirk. “Operation Rescue Wolfe is going to be live by 1:30 AM,We'll move at exactly 2:00 AM. That gives us three hours to lock down all exits, prep the vehicles, and get the gadget rigs secured.” “Goggles, drones, comms, backup units—everything synced and encrypted,” Darlington added, already tapping through a digital checklist. “Nobody breathes until we say so.” The team nodded and scattered into controlled chaos—boots pounding, vests strapped, weapons checked. But I couldn’t sleep. Not even for a minute. Everyone else were in their room resting, sleeping and w