Semua Bab Babysitting the Billionaire's son: Bab 51 - Bab 60

“Oh my! Are you okay?” Tuluyang bumaba si Cassandra mula sa hagdan at dali-daling nilapitan ako. Her heels clicked against the wooden steps, sharp and hurried, almost desperate. She darted her eyes around the place, her voice trembling as she called for help. A groan escaped me when I tried to move. The pain surged through my body like a heavy wave — my back ached, and a sharp sting spread across my hips and buttocks. Mabuti na lang talaga at hindi tumama ang ulo ko sa sahig, kung hindi ay baka mas grabe ang nangyari. My hand immediately flew to my stomach, heart pounding with fear. I pressed gently, checking, panicking as a chill ran down my spine. Natigilan ako at napatingin kay Cassandra. She stood before me, her face twisted in worry, her hands slightly trembling as though she truly didn’t know what to do. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Hindi kita napansin,” she said softly, her voice carrying an almost fragile sincerity, as though she wanted me to believe every word. I let o

“Look, Aaron. Isn’t this cute?” I giggled in pure excitement, holding up the tiny clothes I had just pulled from the shopping bag, showing him the adorable outfit I picked for our baby Azril. The fabric was so soft, with delicate patterns stitched carefully along the hems, and I could already imagine how Azi would look once he wore it. I was now seven months pregnant, and every single day felt like a new journey of happiness and discovery. I lived those months with a heart so full, because Aaron was always by my side. He never left me, not once, and because my baby bump had grown bigger, things had become more difficult for me. But every struggle I faced was matched with Aaron’s overflowing care and gentleness. He became even more focused on looking after me, more careful with every action, every movement, and every step I took. He held me every chance he got, guided me whenever I walked, and carried me whenever he feared I might slip. His hands were always ready, his eyes always a

“Mabuti naman at nagpakita ka na rin, Kaila,” sabi ni Jane sabay irap, halatang inis pero may halong biro ang tono. We were hanging out in the garden that afternoon, the sunlight dimming as the air grew cooler. The boys were a few meters away from us, talking seriously about something I couldn’t quite hear. Kaila finally showed up, walking towards us with her new boyfriend beside her—who happened to be Aaron’s friend as well. “Bakit hindi mo hawakan?” Jane teased her immediately, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. Umirap si Kaila at mabilis na tinignan ang tiyan ko. “Ayokong mabuntis,” she muttered with conviction, making Jane burst into laughter. Napatawa na rin ako. Jane was teasing her endlessly because Kaila refused to touch my baby bump, believing in some silly superstition that if she did, she might end up pregnant herself. Her belief made Jane laugh even harder, clutching her stomach as if she couldn’t contain it anymore. Kaila, on the other hand, pouted and crossed

Aaron and I never talked about that incident again. He knows how much I hate it, and he understands that I don’t want to hear a single word about it anymore. Hindi ko rin alam kung tuluyan na ba niyang tinigil ang paghahanap o kung wala pa rin siyang nakukuha para malaman kung sino talaga ang gumawa noon. For now, I was simply glad—relieved even—that nothing like it had happened again. Tahimik na ang mga araw namin, walang kakaibang sulat o anumang pahiwatig. Hindi ko pa rin alam kung ano ang motibo ng taong nagbigay noon, pero simula nang huli, wala na siyang pinadala pa. Siguro tumigil na. Siguro sumuko na. O baka… nag-aabang lamang. Ayaw ko nang isipin pa. Isa pa, kahit paano ay may kapanatagan ako dahil hindi na inalis ni Aaron ang mga tauhan niya na nakapalibot sa bahay. Kahit nakakailang minsan, mas mabuti na ang ganoon kaysa muling malagay sa alanganin. --- “He is so cute. He’s still just a baby, but I can already see his face breaking some girls’ hearts someday,” Jane sai

I was lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, the silence of midnight pressing down on me. The house was too quiet, yet my mind screamed loud enough to drown everything out. Aaron still hadn’t come home. Every tick of the clock only deepened the wound inside me, convincing me more and more that what I had heard earlier was real.The sound of that woman’s voice echoed again in my memory, sharp and merciless. The way she moaned his name—it was carved into my skull, mocking me, stabbing me over and over until I could barely breathe. My heart bled every time the memory replayed, and the more I tried to deny it, the heavier the betrayal grew inside me.I pressed my fists tightly against my chest, as though I could hold myself together before I exploded. Rage was building, spreading like wildfire in my veins. The longer I lay there, the more it consumed me, until I could no longer recognize where the hurt ended and the anger began.When the door creaked open, my body stiffened. His f