All Chapters of The Baker's Billionaire : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

MARIONThe door clicked shut behind me, but her scent, that sweet mix of strawberry and something that was just her, clung to me like a damn ghost.I exhaled hard, dragging a hand through my hair as I made my way out of her bakery. Every step felt heavier than the last, the echo of her voice replaying in my head.“No woman should be able to breathe the same air as my man.”She meant every word, and that’s what gutted me. Demetria wasn’t being dramatic. She was being her. Fierce. Proud. The kind of woman who didn’t take scraps of love. She demanded the whole damn thing.I respected the hell out of that. But right now, it was eating me alive.“I fucked up,” I muttered under my breath. Not by cheating. I’d rather die before touching another woman. But by letting my guard down. By letting Paula get close enough to ruin the one thing that ever made sense.She needed time, fine. She could have it. But I wasn’t going anywhere.Because Demetria Hernandez wasn’t just some chapter in my story.

MARION“How the fuck do I keep running back into your arms?” Demetria asked, eyes lifted to the sky like she was asking God Himself for answers.I couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s written in the stars, Wildfire. God clearly knows what He’s doing.”“Clearly not,” she shot back, but I caught the way her gaze flickered over my face, just for a second, before she looked away.Demetria shifted in her seat, crossing her legs as the city lights of Los Angeles spilled through the window, brushing over her skin like liquid gold.“So,” she started, her tone laced with curiosity, “where exactly are we going, Mr. Whitfield?”I glanced at her briefly before returning my focus to the road, the low purr of the Range Rover SV Autobiography filling the space between us. “There’s this rooftop spot, Merois. Exclusive, quiet, here in West Hollywood. You’ll like it. View’s insane.”She hummed softly, pretending not to be impressed, though I caught the faint curve of her lips. “You didn’t even let me chang

MARION“You don’t give a fuck about my woman’s beauty sleep?” My voice was calm, deadly calm, slicing through the early morning silence as I spoke on the phone.Demetria stirred beside me, eyes fluttering open, her body still draped in the sheets. She blinked in confusion; the sound of my voice might have pulled her awake.Cyprian laughed. “Bro! That is not what I said.” “That’s what the fuck it sounded like.” My reply was low and final.Demetria turned, sleep still clinging to her lashes, watching me as I leaned against the headboard. I muted the call and gave her a gentle kiss on her lips.“Good morning, babe, how are you?” I grinned, taking her in. Even with her hair tousled like she has been thoroughly fucked, she still looked effortlessly beautiful. Mission accomplished.“I’m fine, and you?” She smiled, her voice still soft with sleep. She shifted and laid her head on my lap as her eyes lingered on me.“Feeling on top of the world. Not complaining.” I shrugged, and she snickere

MARIONI could hear her phone ringing inside as I stood outside. I could’ve just walked in, but I was too tired. So, I leaned against the door and waited. After the fifth ring, she finally answered.“Marion?”“Open the door, Wildfire.”“Why? Are you here?”I didn’t answer. A moment later, I heard the soft thump of her feet approaching, then the quiet clicks of the lock. The phone was still to her ear. She ended the call and tilted her head at me, her eyes softening when she saw how rugged and tired I looked.“Aww, my poor baby. Come to mommy,” she teased, opening her arms to me.“Poor baby, huh?” I snickered, wrapping her in a hug and inhaling her scent. Intoxicating.“Yes… You look tired.”I scooped her up suddenly, earning a startled shriek that turned into laughter. She curled her legs around my waist and closed the door behind me.I carried her to the couch and sat down, adjusting her comfortably against me. She pulled back just enough to kiss me.I indulged, deepening the kiss as

DEMETRIAAnastasia strutted ahead of me toward the door, her heels clicking against the floor as she called out in a sing-song voice, “Coming!”When she swung the door open, Marion stood there, tall, sharp, breathtaking as always. Dressed in crisp all-white that somehow made casual look like power.He wore a half-button white linen shirt with a soft open collar, the fabric draping effortlessly over his chest, paired with tailored white trousers that hung perfectly over fresh white sneakers. A silver chain rested against his tan skin, glinting faintly under the hallway light, and his watch peeked from his wrist, understated, but expensive enough to speak volumes.He looked like summer wealth personified, relaxed confidence, quiet dominance, the kind of man who didn’t need to announce his presence.And in his hands, a bouquet of pure white roses, elegant, fragrant, and deliberate.Anastasia blinked. “Well, someone’s trying to make up for lost days.”Marion’s lips quirked into a slow, k