All Chapters of Becoming Mom To The Billionaire Daughter.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I didn’t expect silence to hurt this much. After everything I’d said—the confession, the pain, the unravelled past—the silence felt like punishment. Darlington stood strong, one hand still gripping the back of the plastic chair. His face was unreadable, but I knew that look. Hurt, covered by control. And Shawn? He looked like he had been tackled by the very air. Shawn took a step forward, voice low, eyes burning. "I didn’t know, Rennie. I swear, I didn’t know." Darlington shifted. "Of course you didn’t. You gave her a fake name, a fake phone number, and a lie about marriage. Then you disappeared." Shawn's head snapped toward him. "Who are you to judge me?" Darlington stepped forward slowly. Calm, but cutting. "I'm the man who wouldn't use an eighteen-year-old for their selfish motive." "She didn't tell me she was eighteen years old." "Even if she was twenty-four, you had no right to desert the poor girl." The tension thickened as the two men faced the wall with teary eyes,

"Yes, baby, your family is here. So what game should we play?" I asked, brushing her face with my palm gently as she rolled her eyes. "I don’t want to play any game," Diane said her voice soft., while flapping her lashes, "Why? But you said you wanted to play," I replied, shifting my gaze to Shawn, who looked confused. "I only wanted to see if you guys are really together… as a couple," she muttered, giving a mischievous grin only a child could wear so innocently. "Really?" I exhaled, my voice trembling. "Now you’ve seen we’re really together. Are you feeling better? Is that all you wanted?" "Yes, Mommy, I’m alright. But there’s one more thing," Diane added, staring at the both of us. "What is it, baby? We’ll do anything for you. Just say it." She looked at us with the innocence only children have… and then said it. "You guys have to kiss—in front of me." Her words weren’t just a request. They were a challenge. Shawn’s brows lifted slightly in surprise, and I saw a dash ex

"Finish your breakfast, don't leave it halfway," I said while gently feeding Diane another spoonful of oats. "Why do you always force me to have my breakfast? Is it really that necessary?" she grumbled, swallowing the last spoonful. "Don’t you know breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and could lead to Peptic Ulcer?" "Why are you so smart? You told me you never got to go school?" "Well, I didn't get to go to school but I got to self-learn, so that's why. Now finish your breakfast." "Okie dokie." Just then, my phone buzzed. Shawn: “I’m downstairs, signing Diane’s discharge papers.” I was already at the doctor’s office, collecting her prescriptions. The nurse handed me Diane’s health report with a wide smile. I nodded, thanked her, packed up Diane’s backpack, and started walking down the hallway. As I reached the corner near the elevators, I caught sight of Shawn—perfectly poised in that sharp navy coat, stepping out of the elevator, phone pressed to his ear, voic

“Even I doubt myself sometimes,” I admitted, turning my chair towards him. “I don’t know if I can handle both school and business. And...and I don’t want to fail while trying to juggle everything.” “You’re not going to fail,” he replied, setting his glass down. “All I’m saying is—I don’t want you stressed. Because take it from someone who built a business empire and was a student at Chicago west college, I can confidently tell you both can be brutal and freaking stressful. And you're studying medicine which would come with bulky reading, annoying professors, endless exams... and don’t get me started on the group assignments,” he continued, stroking my fingers. "I guess my dream will remain a dream,I already had scenarios stuck in my head of me delivering orders and making complimentary cards" “Wait a second I still believe you can do it. I started Wolfe Empire while I was in college, and if I could do that with zero emotional support and without a dream,I don’t see why you can

I accompanied Aria to her current hostel so she could change her outfit before we went house shopping. The building was welcoming from the outside, but the moment we stepped in, the vibe changed.All I perceived were sharp eyes, muttered comments, unwashed cooking utensils, and the kind of stares that made you feel like you’d walked into the wrong room. Her roommates were lying on the bed, scrolling through their phones, barely glancing up at our arrival. After she dropped off her books and changed into a casual dress, we left the room. “Sorry I couldn’t get you water,” Aria muttered, already heading to the shop outside the hostel. “All my bottled water got drunk by my roommates, who aren’t ready to take the blame.” “No worries. I already bought water.” I held out a chilled bottle. “Take this, I got two.” I replied handing out the water. Her expression softened. “Thanks. You just saved my throat. Now—” she pulled open her bag and searched through fliers, “—let’s go find my plac