All Chapters of The Billionaire Heiress Baby: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

EMMA’s POV“I just don’t get why you two are making everything so complicated,” Jen sighed, sprawled over the foot of my bed.“I’m not making anything complicated,” I whined, throwing an arm over my eyes to block out the stare I knew Jen was giving me.I had called Jen and asked her to come over to simply listen to me, but she insisted on giving me all sorts of genuine, good advice. I knew she would do that, but I tried to tune it out anyway.The truth was, I knew I was being difficult as well. And Jen knew that I knew that, but she had a habit of hammering the truth into my head whenever I was being too childish to listen to my intuition. Although I wanted nothing more than to shove my fingers in my ears and drown her out playfully, she was right.“Emma, look at me,” Jen said as she kneeled next to me on the bed and peeled my arm off my head. “You’re a smart woman. You’re the smartest person I know. You know damn well you have a hand in this.”As if on cue, my phone chimed with anoth

“Emma,” Tucker’s voice greeted me as he pulled me into a tight embrace the moment he saw me. Tears that I didn’t feel forming were streaming down my face at once. A surge of emotions flooded my heart, and I began crying as soon as our chests pressed against each other. Tucker was in messy pajamas, his hair tousled from what seemed like staying in bed all day, and his eyes were red and puffy. I had never seen him quite this distressed, but it was okay. I was in an equal amount of distress.I stood there, limp in his arms and crying my eyes out. Tucker was crying, too, his tears rolling down his face and onto my sweater. I didn’t mind. I myself was snotting and sobbing onto his hoodie. He was wearing the same hoodie I had taken from him when he stayed the night at my place for the first time. It still smelled of my perfume. I dowsed it in my perfume before giving it back to him. I wanted him to have a piece of me. Sue me.My arms came up and weakly wrapped around Tucker’s waist. We stoo

Writer's POV Dearest gentle reader, before I take you back on our familiar road of billionaires, I want you to take a minute and observe something new, something that could have been, but never became. She ran as fast as her feet could carry her, almost outrunning the sun on its journey to the west. She got there, and with the strength of a warrior, jumped over the tall fence in one try. She landed on green carpet grass which spread out to a lake. He stood beside the lake, in all his glory of golden yellow skin and black hair, tied up into a bun. She just stood there, staring at him. Even though she had not unlocked her wolf, she could still feel it nudging her to run to him, to embrace him, but she didn't. The encounter from two days ago was still fresh in her memory, the disdainful look he gave her as he ordered his men to beat her to a pulp was still vivid, making her scared of approaching him. She was of the black race, and he didn't accept her as his mate because of that, a

" Now, get your cursed self out of here before you infest the young ones with the omega syndrome", Zaria said with inanimate discord, bringing me back from the land of imagination where I had detached his head from his body. The elders always say that if wishes were horses, beggars would ride, and at that moment, I really wished that wishes were indeed horses, so that I could ride in fury and act accordingly to my imagination, cleansing the world of a human pest like Zaria. But I knew I couldn't. Not that I wasn't strong enough to drive a spoon into his neck and have him drop dead, but I wasn't willful enough. I didn't have the courage to face execution after killing him, even though my life was worthless I still held onto what mom would sometimes say to me, that I should endure all that comes my way, and for the fact that she died trying to save me I couldn't just give my life away, that would be spitting on her face, telling her that she died for nothing. So I endured, I didn't

Nania's POV I almost choked on laughter as mom tickled me. We both rolled on the ground, the green grass protecting our robes from being soiled in dirt. " You can't catch me mom!" I said and started running around with my tiny feet, feeling the soft texture of the grass. " Come here!" she started to chase me around, intentionally running slowly, giving me the leverage to feel as if I was actually running before catching up with me and throwing me to the ground again. Her laughter echoed as her peach black silk hair dazzled in the breezy wind, her dark skin radiating in the light of the evening red sun. I ran off again, instigating her to chase me again while tilting my head to look at her as I ran, oblivious to whatever may have been in front of me. I bumped into something and fell down, caressing my bruised head as I looked up to behold a tattered looking man, dressed in a cow-skin jalamia. More tattered looking and hungry looking men appeared from behind him, and I got scar