All Chapters of Becoming Mom To The Billionaire Daughter.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"What happened, Renzy? Why aren't you talking? Is it about Elly? Trust me… she's nice. Just like you.""Diane, no!!! She isn't nice! And what happened to what I told you a million times? Don't ever follow strangers! It’s all because of you we had to go through so much stress! Now Elly is your new mom? She's not just your 'new mom'—she’s a villain. A terrible villain, I say!"After roaring this, I couldn't even feel my heart.I only felt like a new person—Not the one who wouldn’t even scold Diane,Even if she came out last in class."I'mmmm sorry for not listening to you. I'm realllly sorry, Mam. It won't repeat itself…" Diane whimpered, her voice broken."No, baby. I'm sorry. I just let go of my cool. You know I would never ever shout at you.""It's me who should be sorry, Miss Rennie. I promise I will never disturb you again."From the way Diane began to whimper so silently…All those apologies didn’t mean remorse.They meant regret.Regret for ever trusting me the first day I walk

The next morning wasn’t what I expected. Not at all. Especially not when I had once been Diane’s nanny—back in the days when she would cling to me like we were conjoined. But this morning? I woke up on the sofa, the blanket was still wrapped around me, but... she wasn’t there. My heart skipped. I sat up instantly, blinking at the empty space beside me. The pillow we’d thrown across the room was neatly placed back. The blanket tucked at the corners. But Diane? Gone. “Diane?” I called, standing quickly. All I received was an echo of silence. No giggles. No footsteps. No sound. I checked the living room. Empty. The garden. Still nothing. Her room. No sign. By now, panic had started to crawl up my spine like cold fingers. My hands reached for my phone to call Shawn. The worst thoughts were already clawing at my brain. But something stopped me. The living room… It didn’t look like how we left it last night. The popcorn crumbs? They were gone. T

I reached for the light switch, hoping to turn on the power— but a strong grip caught my wrist. And just as I lit up the room, there he was. Shawn. Already an inch from my face. I froze thinking he was drunk. But the wetness on his skin... and the sharpness in his eyes told another story. “Hey—let go of me,” I said, slipping out from under his arm. But before I could grab the door handle, he yanked my wrist again—hard—pulling me against his chest. “Why can’t you understand?” he growled. “I’m in love with you. Why can’t you see—every time I see you with him, my blood boils.” His hand tangled in my hair, gripping it too rough. Too desperate. “No, Shawn!!,” I snapped. “Why can’t you understand? That the "him" is the only reason I’m still alive. When you left me behind to protect your reputation, he walked away from a billion-dollar empire—just to stand beside me.” Shawn still didn't flinch. “So it’s still about that old story of deserting you?” he said bit

The plan was to meet Shawn at his office — to discuss the issue of Diane's schooling and the DNA results. But neither of them were at home in the morning, because since Diane was found, both Shawn and Darlington had gone back to their high-powered lives — filled with executive meetings, event appearances, and business tours. From the outside, it looked like everything had resumed as normal. But nothing about our lives was normal anymore. Darlington had already left early for work, but not without making arrangements. A private driver — one of his most trusted — pulled up in a sleek black car at exactly 9:30 a.m. He made sure I wouldn’t have to lift a finger, except to tap the window if I needed air. Diane was still asleep when I kissed her forehead and whispered goodbye. I couldn’t take her with me. Not today. And definitely not where I was going. So she stayed behind — safe, at least for now — with the new housekeeper Shawn had personally hired. After a dozen interviews, securi

"Okay, Shawn, we’re on our way home," I said, lifting up my bag. "Wait a minute! I thought you were going back home to Diane," Shawn replied, utterly confused—his tone carrying a hint of jealousy and insecurity. "Oh, I am. But I just need to see Darlington off. You know, it’s been over a month since I went home, so once I see him off and get some of my things, I’ll head back to Diane." "What are the things you need back at his place? Tell me, and I’ll send Jeff or one of my staff to get them—so you can go home to Diane." After Shawn said this, I knew he wasn’t really concerned about Diane. No—he was concerned about me going to Darlington’s house. I didn’t even mean to make him jealous, but somehow, I’d hit him right on his emotional bull's-eye. Now imagine what would happen if I tried to make him jealous on purpose. It didn’t feel wrong to me. After all, if he could bring his Las Vegas mistress—sorry, old friend—to make me jealous, then I could bring my Las Vegas fiancé.