All Chapters of The Baker's Billionaire : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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Chapter 101: Made For Him

DEMETRIA“FUCK!” he groaned, the sound primal, almost feral, as he pushed forward, easing that dick into me.Slow. Heavy. I felt every damn inch of him, stretching me, splitting me, claiming me. My pussy clung to him greedily, fluttering, fighting to take him in.God, this man was big. Thick. Dangerous. The kind of dick you dreamed about but weren’t sure your body could actually handle.I arched off the bed, a ragged moan ripping free as the pressure built. My eyes watered from the burn, but the pain blended with something sweeter, darker—the pleasure of being filled by him.He released my wrist, bracing his weight on either side of my head, caging me in. His jaw was clenched, muscles straining, his eyes blazing as he stared down at me like I was the only thing that mattered.“Marion…” I whispered, fingertips brushing his chest, thumbing his nipples just to watch him shudder. “Look at me.”His gaze locked with mine, dark and dangerous, desire burning in those depths like wildfire.He

Last Updated : 2025-10-28

Chapter 102: Golden Morning

MARIONThe morning light sliced through the curtains, brushing golden streaks across the suite’s grand bed. For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, then back down at the woman tucked against me.Demetria.My Wildfire.She was still asleep, breathing soft and steady, her curls spilling over my chest like a crown. And all I could think about was the words she’d whispered into me last night.I love you, Marion Whitfield.Jesus. Those words had echoed in my skull all night like a hymn, keeping me wide awake, my chest burning like someone had struck a match inside it. After all this time, after every fight, every doubt, every wall she tried to throw up between us, she finally said it. And I wasn’t sure if I was more relieved or terrified, because now I had something I couldn’t afford to lose.She stirred faintly, mumbling into my chest. I brushed my lips across the top of her curls. “Morning, Wildfire.”Her lashes fluttered open, and she blinked up at me, half-asleep, lips

Last Updated : 2025-10-28

Chapter 103: Monte Carlo Nights

DEMETRIAIf happiness had a sound, mine was the soft click of my heels on the marble floors of Hôtel de Paris as Marion guided me through the courtyard. My pulse raced, every step toward Cédric Grolet’s pastry boutique making me feel like I was walking toward destiny.And then, there he was. Cédric Grolet in the flesh, dressed in pristine whites, warm smile framed by the kind of calm confidence only a master carried.My jaw went slack. I almost forgot to breathe. “Bonjour, mademoiselle,” he greeted politely before turning his attention to Marion.Marion clasped his hand firmly, the two men slipping into French so quickly it felt like music I couldn’t keep up with.“She’s a baker,” Marion told him. “And she admires your work deeply. I thought perhaps you could show her something special.”Cédric’s smile deepened as he glanced at me, his eyes softening like he understood exactly what this moment meant to me.“Then today, she is not only a guest, but also my student,” he replied.Marion

Last Updated : 2025-10-29

Chapter 104: The Glow Of Love

DEMETRIAA few days later . . .“Girl, you’re glowing. Look at you!” Anastasia shrieked the second I stepped through the glass doors of the boutique. Her voice carried over racks of satin and lace, earning a side-eye from one of the consultants in black heels.I laughed, cheeks warming. “Glowing? Please, it’s just jet lag mixed with too much gelato.”“Uh-uh,” she wagged her finger, strutting over in her oversized sunglasses. “That’s not jet lag, babe, that’s the ‘Marion Whitfield effect.’”I rolled my eyes, but she wasn’t wrong.The last few days had been straight out of a movie or one of my many daydreams I used to have when I was a teenager.All Marion and I had been doing was fucking or making love, until I forgot what day it was. We were eating either at the hotel or at different restaurants tucked around Monte Carlo, walking hand in hand on the Promenade des Champions with the Mediterranean breeze wrapping us in salt and sun, devouring gelato from Venchi — hazelnut for me, lemon

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Chapter 105: Don't Play About My Girl

MARION“Mr. Whitfield,” the project manager greeted me as soon as I stepped out of the car. He looked proud, like a man who’d been holding good news all morning. “We’re done. The structure’s complete. Just painting and finishing touches left now.”I followed him inside, the echo of my shoes against marble floors filling the space. My eyes scanned over the grand entrance: polished stone already gleamed, the high ceilings carved with intricate patterns, chandeliers still swaddled in protective covers waiting to shine.Done. Finally.As I walked through the skeletal quiet of the yet-to-be-born casino, my thoughts strayed—as they always did—to Demetria. My Wildfire. The name had stuck to her the moment I laid eyes on her, fierce and impossible to ignore. When I’d chosen the name for this place, Wildfire, it hadn’t just been branding. It had been her. She was the fire that spread through me uncontrollably, the blaze that couldn’t be tamed no matter how many walls I built. And soon, the wor

Last Updated : 2025-10-30

Chapter 106: Where The Heart Belongs

DEMETRIA A few weeks later…“Welcome to Mexico!” I shouted, my arms stretched wide as soon as the warm air kissed my skin. The sun here had a way of wrapping around you—bright, golden, alive. The sounds of mariachi music and the chatter of people spilled through the terminal, and instantly, I felt at home.“I can hear you just fine, no need to shout, Wildfire,” Marion teased, smirking at me. God, he looked so damn good. Khaki shorts, a crisp summer shirt, dark shades that framed his face perfectly. My man looked like sin wrapped in vacation clothes.“You should take a picture, Wildfire.”“Please,” I scoffed, placing my hands on my hips, squinting at him. “Don’t remind me of the past, you devil.”He laughed, leaned down, and kissed me. That satisfied grin he always wore made my knees a little weak. “But you still love me. I won.”“Yeah, whatever.” I rolled my eyes, though a smile tugged at my lips.“Mhmm… come on, your ride awaits, Miss Hernandez,” Marion said smoothly, taking hold of

Last Updated : 2025-10-30

Chapter 107: When Eyes Wander

DEMETRIA “Something smells edible, Wildfire.” Marion came up behind me as I put the top back on my perfume.He hugged me from behind, pressing his soft lips to my neck before hugging my back into his chest as he watched me through the mirror.“I think that’s you,” I admitted truthfully.I always found Marion sexy and attractive, but out here, I wasn’t sure if there was something in the air because I was attached to him constantly.—my man.“I would say let’s skip today's event, but we can’t.” He pecked my face.“Of course. It's my bestie's preparation for her big day tomorrow.”“I know. Are you ready?”“Yes. Is the car here? These heels are too high.” I frowned.“Don’t need a car. We are on hotel grounds, but I can carry you.” He put his hand out, so I slipped mine into it.He led me out, and I eventually had him carry me because of some cobblestone areas that we were coming up on. Marion scooped me up bridal style and with ease, making me drape my arms around his neck.“You're so cor

Last Updated : 2025-10-31

Chapter 108: Fire And Devotion

MARION“We can climb into bed and cuddle after showering,” Demetria teases as soon as we enter our suite. The way her big, deep espresso brown eyes stared into mine, I knew cuddling was the last thing she wanted. It was for sure the last damn thing I wanted to do.“Nah. I comported myself today with Anastasia’s brother, Wildfire. I’ve earned more than some cuddling,” I told her. I would’ve beat him to a pulp for the way he was flirting and touching my Wildfire, but I was on an important call, so I had to resist. “And what do you think you’ve earned?” “Your pussy all over my face.”Before she could say anything else, I stepped us to the wall and hemmed her up against it. I pinned her against the wall with my arms outstretched to her sides. Her eyes stretched for a moment, then they dipped a little, and a smile covered her face. I love it when she does that shy thing with her eyes. It’s sexy as fuck because Wildfire is anything but shy.I ran my hand down the side of her face, then re

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Chapter 109: The Bouquet And The Promise

DEMETRIA“Congratulations to the latest couple! Time to throw the bouquet!” The disc jockey shouted into the microphone. “All ladies gather behind the bride!”We were gathered at Palacio de la Música after Anastasia and her husband had exchanged vows in the church. It was now time for celebration.“Go and join them, Wildfire, I need to see you catch the bouquet,” Marion whispered in my ear and sucked my earlobe. My breath hitched, which almost caused me to choke while sipping my champagne.I swatted at his chest, heat rushing up my cheeks. “Marion!” I hissed, but he only grinned, smug and unbothered, as if he already knew the outcome.With a roll of my eyes and a quick sip of courage, I set my glass down and joined the circle of women gathering behind Anastasia. She stood a few feet ahead of us, her train carefully draped over her arm, her bouquet clutched in her hands like it was pure gold. The music shifted, the crowd clapping and cheering as she turned her back.“All right, ladies!

Last Updated : 2025-10-31

Chapter 110: A Vision Called Wildfire

MARIONSome days later…“It’s all done, Mr. Whitfield,” my project manager said as I entered the newly built casino.I paused just inside the grand lobby, my eyes sweeping over the finished marble floors, the towering chandeliers, the intricate gold inlay along the walls. What had once been a skeleton of steel and dust now breathed with life, elegance, and power. My vision had turned into reality.“Wildfire,” I muttered under my breath, the name rolling off my tongue with pride.The roulette tables gleamed under the lights, the baccarat room shimmered with velvet and glass, and the private VIP lounges whispered of exclusivity. Every inch of it carried my mark, my taste, my empire. I ran my hand along one of the polished railings, testing the craftsmanship. Solid. Luxurious. Unapologetically mine.I moved into the structured and polished conference room where the rest of the team was gathered, their faces lit with anticipation. They rose when I stepped in, and I let the silence hang fo

Last Updated : 2025-11-01

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