All Chapters of Becoming Mom To The Billionaire Daughter.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Steam curled over the bathroom mirror as I wrapped a towel around myself, running my fingers through damp hair. The faint scent of lavender body wash lingered in the air. Just as I reached for my lotion, my phone buzzed from the night light stand. Departmental General Group: “All year-one medical students are to report by 7:30 a.m. for the first test. Attendance is compulsory.” I blinked, glancing at the clock—6:38 a.m. “Wait, what?” I muttered, typing a quick ‘Seen’ before tossing the phone back onto the bed. For a second, I considered going downstairs to tell Shawn. But his voice was already drifting faintly from the study—low and clipped, the kind that meant he was definitely in a meeting. I knew better than to disturb him, so I decided I’d just slip out quietly. I pulled on a cream blouse and dark jeans, applied a hint of gloss, and gave myself one last look in the mirror before stepping into the hallway. The smell of toasted bread and sizzling eggs filled the air. The c

The iron gates groaned open as the car rolled in. A moving truck was already parked by the curb, men in blue uniforms hauling furniture that looked straight out of a vintage fairytale. Floral couches, pastel lamps, soft curtains—everything matched the house’s gentle charm. I couldn’t help a small gasp. Even Diane’s mouth fell open. “Whoa…” she whispered, her little fingers clutching her lunchbox tighter. The driver stepped down and opened the door for us. I climbed out, balancing Diane’s school bag and lunchbox over my shoulders like I always did—my badge of motherhood. Inside, the faint scent of new paint and jasmine drifted through the air. And there he was—Shawn—loosening his tie, jacket tossed over the couch, looking every bit the man who’d made all this possible. “My love is just too caring,” I teased, walking straight into his arms. His hands found my waist, warm and grounding. “Anything to make the mother of my child comfortable,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my hand.

*** The morning sun was soft and golden, brushing over the driveway as Shawn’s car rolled to a stop in front of Diane’s school. The gatekeeper’s whistle shrilled somewhere in the background, mixing with the chatter of students in neat uniforms. Diane’s little pink backpack looked almost too big for her tiny shoulders, and her hair was neatly plaited into two bouncy braids that swayed with every excited move she made. She kicked her feet as the car slowed, humming under her breath. “Alright, my little spelling bee champion,” I said, turning in my seat to face her. “You ready to win?” Diane grinned—one tooth missing, her dimples deep. “Of course! I practiced so many words last night.” Shawn chuckled from the driver’s seat, tapping the steering wheel. “That’s my girl. But don’t use up all your smartness today—you’ve still got a whole week of it left.” I laughed softly, opening the door and stepping down. The morning air was fresh, the kind that promised a good day. I smoothed

******The broom brushed softly against the tiles, the bristles whispering in rhythm with my thoughts.I’d been sweeping the same corner for almost ten minutes—not because it was dirty, but because I couldn’t stop replaying this morning.Aria.Her voice outside at dawn.And that man.“The tickets for Fiji can’t wait.”The words had been echoing in my head ever since, looping like a broken song. Fiji. Why Fiji? What was so urgent she couldn’t tell me about? And why did the man sound like he was giving her a deadline?I leaned against the window, staring at the streak of sunlight crawling across the floor.“You’re overthinking again, Rennie,” I whispered to myself. “Maybe she’s planning a trip with her boyfriend… or maybe it’s just some work thing.”But the thought didn’t convince me. It never did.My phone buzzed on the bed.New Message: Course Score Update — Bio 204 Practical Results.Finally, something normal. Shawn had been dying to know my scores.I dropped the broom and reached fo

*****“Enough with the talking. Time to go,” Darlington said flatly. “Carry them. I don’t want them seeing a thing until we’re there. My bride and daughter are going to be surprised.”The words echoed like a verdict in my head. Surprise? What kind of twisted surprise is this?A black mask suddenly covered my head—then darkness swept over me again. All I could hear were the heavy boots of Aria’s men, my own muffled scream, and Diane’s tiny, terrified cries as she shouted, “Make it stop. Make it stop.”We were loaded into a vehicle that seemed to move faster than reality. I couldn’t even tell if it was morning or night; all I could feel was the rush of air. When the car finally halted, we were forced out, and the air was different—colder, sharper, vibrating through my bones. My ears rang as I tried to move, but my body felt heavy, thoughts sluggish.A muffled roar grew louder… then became clear.The kick-off of engines.That meant we were on the tarmac.The mask was removed, and I force