The Baker's Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

MARION “Mmm…” A low groan slipped from Demetria’s lips as she tried to move, only to cry out in pain. “Ouch!” “Careful, Wildfire,” I murmured, standing quickly and leaning over her, trying to keep my voice steady. Anastasia hovered on the other side of the bed, eyes wide and glistening as she stared down at her friend. She came in a few minutes ago. It took a few moments before Demetria’s lashes fluttered open. Confusion clouded her face, her brows pinched, lips parted. She blinked a few times, eyes darting around the room until they landed on Anastasia… then finally on me. She tried to speak, but another weak groan escaped instead. “Hold on, girl. Don’t push yourself,” Anastasia said softly, brushing a hand over Demetria’s arm. Demetria closed her eyes again, taking a couple of shallow breaths before slowly blinking them open. “Wha— what…” She coughed, voice raw and trembling. Demetria’s eyes moved between us, dazed but searching. “What… happened?” she whispered, her voice hoa

MARION “Boss, they’ve arrested Mark, and he confessed. He had an accomplice,” Stephen said on the line, his voice tight. I stepped out of Demetria’s room, closing the door softly behind me. “...And who is it?” I asked, my tone low, controlled. A pause. Then Stephen answered, “Paula, Boss.” “What the hell? Is this true?” I snapped, the words harsher than I meant. “Yeah,” he said, quiet but steady. “From Mark’s own mouth. He confessed.” I swallowed, anger and disbelief tangling in my chest. There was a beat of silence, then Stephen’s voice came low over the line. “Boss—” “Alright. Stay close to her apartment,” I ordered Stephen, my tone clipped and icy. “Don’t let her out of your sight. And call the police, I’ll be there shortly.” “Yes, Boss.” I ended the call and immediately dialed Marcel. He picked up on the first ring. “Marcel, I just found out who Mark’s accomplice is,” I said, pacing down the hospital corridor. “It’s Paula.” “I was about to call you,” Marcel replied. “I f

DEMETRIA “Thank God! I’m so excited I can finally go home today,” I groaned. After two weeks in the hospital, I was more than ready to leave. The doctor chuckled. “Yes, Miss Hernandez, but we’ll need to put you in a wheelchair for a while.” “Oh, hell no! Can’t I just use crutches? I’ve already got a cast on my foot,” I protested. “You’re hurt, Deme,” Anastasia chimed in, crossing her arms. “Maybe wait a few days.” I frowned and shot the doctor a pleading look. “Doctor?” He sighed, clearly amused. “You’ll get the crutches, but you need the wheelchair to leave the hospital. It’s protocol.” “Nah, I’ll use my crutches just fine.” “But—” he started. “No worries, Doctor,” Marion interrupted as he stepped out from the corner of the room. “I’ll carry her.” “Mar—” I began, but he cut me off. “Be quiet and appreciate it, Wildfire,” he said with that signature smirk. Anastasia giggled. I rolled my eyes, but a smile crept across my face. “Fine. Whatever. I’m ready to leave.” The symp

DEMETRIA “Mmmm…” A moan released from my mouth, and I shifted when a warm, wet tongue swiped across my hard nipple. I went to move my hands, but when I realised I couldn’t, I fluttered my eyes open. At first, I was confused. After dinner last night, Marion put me in bed and I fell asleep. Slowly, I was beginning to regain my strength, but I found myself more tired than normal. The doctor said it was normal that my body was still healing after all the trauma it experienced, but I hated feeling tired all the time. Lifting my head and gazing down, I watched Marion as he feasted on my breasts. “What are you doing?” I moaned. Ignoring me, Marion cuffed my breast, circled his tongue around my nipple, and pinched the other one. Tilting my head back, pleasure built between my legs. He had tied my wrists down, but at my sides instead of above my head like normal. “Marionnn…” I called out. His hand moved lower, between my thighs. He brushed over my clit and teased it gently. “Be s

DEMETRIA “Have you seen the news, Bosslady?” Amanda asked the moment she walked back into the kitchen, her phone already in her hand. I wiped my hands on my apron and raised a brow. “What news?” She didn’t answer, just pressed her phone into my palm. The screen lit up with a flood of trending posts, videos, and headlines. PAULA WATKINS, MARK HARRINGTON & ACCOMPLICE SENTENCED TO LIFE IMPRISONMENT. Attempted murder trial concludes—victim Demetria Hernandez safe and recovering. Court footage: Female Suspect dragged out screaming. I exhaled slowly, my stomach tightening as I watched a clip of Paula being pulled from the courtroom, fighting the officers like a feral animal. Mark looked dead inside… except for the anger flashing in his eyes. “That’s what they deserve,” I finally said, my voice soft but firm. “They tried to destroy my life. And for what? Jealousy? Control?” For a moment, fear flickered deep in my chest, the memory of the metal crushing in, the smell of gasoline, t