All Chapters of FAMOUS DOCTOR RETURNS WITH THE EX’S BABY: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ryan’s POVThe house had never felt so suffocating.Blair’s sobs still echoed in my head long after I’d laid her down to sleep. Her tiny fingers had clutched my shirt like she was terrified I’d disappear. And all I could think was how much she sounded like me, begging, holding on, afraid of being left behind."Daddy, please don't leave me with her, i want to go with you." Her words and her little voice kept replaying in my head.What had happened for her to be so scared of Selene? Was i also neglecting my daughter?I thought about the trip i had been scheduled to leave tomorrow for, was it the right thing to do at this time?"God please help me, i am running insane." I muttered rubbing my hands down my face.I sat in my study, the lamp casting a tired glow over the stack of files on my desk. A half-packed suitcase leaned against the wall, mocking me. Tomorrow I’d leave for a business trip, but my mind was nowhere near the numbers waiting for me overseas.It was

Selene’s POVThe glass of wine trembled in my hand, though I tried to steady it with a laugh, a hollow one. It wasn’t funny, nothing was, but it felt better to laugh than to scream. The nanny sat across from me, her hands folded neatly on her lap, her eyes too sharp for a servant. She had this way of tilting her head like she was waiting for me to finally break.And maybe I had."Madam, you’re not yourself," she said softly, almost too softly. "You’ve been carrying this burden alone.""Burden?" I scoffed, sipping again. The alcohol burned but not enough to numb me. "What do you know about burdens? Do you know what it feels like to have everything, but know it can be taken in an instant? Ryan doesn’t see it, Blair doesn’t understand it, and Veronica–" My jaw tightened. She's slowly becoming a pain in the ass."Her lips curved, the faintest smile. "Levi."The name was enough to choke me. "Yes, Levi. My mother-in-law doesn’t give a damn about Blair, Her eyes light up o

Amanda’s POVThe sound of the gavel still echoed in my ears long after the judge had risen and left the courtroom. Cold and final, It was supposed to mean order, justice, fairness. But to me, it sounded like a verdict before the trial had even begun.I walked out of that courtroom with the same weight I had carried for months. Adam’s kidnapping trial, Veronica’s looming lawsuit, Custody battles over Levi, now, as though the universe had conspired against me, I was painted as a murderer. The whispers followed me everywhere, through the corridors, down the tiled steps, into the parking lot where reporters pushed microphones into my face."Miss Amanda, do you have a statement about Veronica Steward’s death?""Did you and Mrs. Steward argue the night before her body was found?""Do you deny that you had motive, given her plans to take your son to his biological father?"I kept my eyes forward, my jaw tightly shut, refusing to give them what they wanted, a reaction. But

Amanda’s POVHis words hung in the air like a gun suspended over my head.*I’ll help you. But there’s something you need to understand first.*I stiffened. My fingers curling against my sides, My pulse thundered in my ears. This was it, the part I've be scared about, Thomas White will definitely want something in return for his help.I lifted my chin, forcing myself to meet his gaze. "What do you mean?"He didn’t answer right away, instead, he moved back toward his desk with deliberate slowness, as though reminding me that in this room, in this entire building, he controlled the pace. He settled into his chair and wrapped his fingers around each other, eyes fixed on me with unnerving calm.“You’re in a war, Amanda. The Stewards have influence, yes. But influence only matters as long as no one challenges it. With me behind you, the narrative changes. Judges hesitate, witnesses reconsider, and suddenly evidence that was buried comes to light. But…” He leaned forward slightly. "My suppo

Thomas’s POVThe name Steward carried weight in every courtroom, every boardroom, and every Silent corner of society. I knew that much. But weight could be shifted if you knew where to push. And I, Thomas White, had built my empire on knowing exactly where to press.Amanda had come to me with eyes that tried to hide desperation but couldn’t. I admired her for that, the way she carried her pain like armor, pretending she wasn’t breaking, even when the world wanted her on her knees.The Stewards thought they were untouchable. Veronica, Selene, even Ryan. They believed influence was inherited like a birthright, But influence, I’d learned, was currency. And currency? I had more of it than the Stewards could ever dream of.That morning, I sat in my office, high above the city skyline, making the first of many calls. Judges who owed me favors, politicians who needed White Group endorsements, media outlets that thrived on my advertising contracts. One by one, I reminded