All Chapters of The Baker's Billionaire : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

MARION“Wildfire, let’s go! We’re going to be late!” I called out, checking my Rolex watch for the third time. Cyprian’s premiere wasn’t exactly the kind of event you showed up late to, especially not when your name was plastered across headlines beside your date’s every week.I adjusted the lapel of my charcoal-black tailored suit, the fabric sharp and smooth against my skin. The white dress shirt underneath added just enough contrast to make the outfit stand out without screaming for attention. It was a Tuesday night, and somehow, Demetria was still here. She’d spent the weekend at my place, claiming she’d “leave on Monday.” I didn’t bother calling her out on it, mainly because I didn’t mind.“Wild—” Before I could call out for her again, the soft click of heels echoed down the staircase.And then I froze.There she was.Demetria descended the stairs with effortless grace, her hand gliding along the rail. She wore a floor-length black satin gown that clung to her curves before fl

MARION“I leave you for a while, but now, you want me to cause a bloodshed in public, Wildfire,” I said to Demetria in an unusual tone, feeling possessive around her.“I’m irresistible like that, Baby.” She stared at me with her signature smile plastered on her face.I couldn’t help the low chuckle that escaped me, even though my blood was still humming from what just happened. The way she said it, ‘I’m irresistible like that, Baby,’ only fanned the fire already burning in my chest.She stood there, looking entirely too pleased with herself, that signature smirk tugging at her lips like she knew exactly how to undo me. I took a breath, forcing a half-smile.“Yeah, I can tell,” I said, my voice lower than I intended.Then I turned, stepping closer to Mark. My expression shifted into something colder. “Let me make one thing clear,” I said evenly, eyes locked on his. “You don’t come near her again. You don’t show up at her bakery. You don’t so much as say her name. Let today be your last

DEMETRIAThe next morning…“What do you think you’re doing, Wildfire?” Marion’s voice came out deep and rough from sleep. The kind that vibrated low in his chest.The morning light spilled across the sheets, golden and soft, tracing every line of his body like it was made to worship him. His hair was tousled, messy in the most perfect way, the dark curls falling over his forehead. His lashes were long, unfairly long for a man, and his stubble framed his jaw just right. The covers had slipped low enough to reveal his sculpted chest, his tattoos displayed, each muscle relaxed but still defined, his abs stretching as he breathed.I couldn’t help myself, so I had to take his camera from the nightstand and sat on top of him to take some pictures of him. I bit my lip, my heart doing a stupid little flutter. God really took his time creating my man.“I’m just returning the favor. Stay still, I’m snapping photos of you, Baby,” I said, lifting his camera and clicking again. Marion chuckled, t

DEMETRIAMonday mornings always came with a certain kind of calm, the world still stretching, yawning its way back to order. The scent of coffee and freshly baked bread filled the penthouse, a heavenly mix that could make anyone forget it was the start of another work week.“Chef Parker, whatever you made today smells divine,” I said as I sat down at the dining table, already reaching for a piece of toast.The chef smiled, straightening his crisp white apron. “Thank you, Miss Hernandez. It’s a simple breakfast; scrambled eggs with herbs, avocado slices, fresh fruit, and croissants. Mr. Whitfield requested something light but satisfying.”“Light?” I scoffed playfully, cutting into the eggs. “This looks like it came straight out of a five-star brunch menu.”Marion, sitting across from me with his coffee mug, gave me that lopsided grin that always made it hard to stay composed. “You’re welcome to stay another week if that’s what it’ll take to enjoy Parker’s cooking.”I laughed, taking an

DEMETRIA “FUCK!”I screamed as I dropped down in front of my door as soon as I entered my apartment. I thought I'd never experience this again. After Mark, I became strong-willed. I promised myself no man would ever make me feel small or unwanted again. But now look at me.I wiped the tears from my eyes as I examined my fist. I needed to put some ice on it. I thought I was the only woman with access to his home, but I thought wrong.The image replayed in my head like a cruel movie I couldn’t turn off.Now, sitting on the floor of my apartment with ice pressed to my knuckles, my chest ached from more than anger. It was disbelief. Hurt. Humiliation.“I'm so stupid for believing him.” I scoffed, pulling myself off the floor to the kitchen for an ice pack.I had told myself he was different, that his world of glitter and grandeur wouldn’t swallow me whole. That was when he said I was his wildfire; he meant it. But maybe I was just a flame he thought he could tame.I pressed the cold pack