All Chapters of The Baker's Billionaire : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

PAULA’S POV“AHH!” I screamed, my voice cracking as I flipped my glass table. It shattered into glittering shards that scattered across the floor like my sanity. My chest heaved violently, breath coming in ragged gasps. My pulse thundered in my ears as I stumbled backward, nearly tripping over the corner of my rug.“Marion is mine!” I yelled again, louder this time, the sound echoing off the walls of my penthouse. “Marion belongs to me!”My throat burned, but the rage was louder than reason. I grabbed the leftover whiskey in a glass and hurled it against the wall. It exploded into pieces, liquid dripping down the white paint like tears.Panting, I ripped my purse open, my trembling fingers searching frantically until they found the small plastic bag. My eyes burned with tears and fury as I poured a thin line of the white powder onto the glass tray from my bar. Without hesitation, I bent down and sniffed hard, inhaling until the sting hit the back of my throat and spread through my che

DEMETRIAThe reception hall smelled like champagne, roses, and frosting, a blend of celebration and sugar that always left me buzzing. The host, Mrs. Lambert, a radiant blur of lace and joy, was practically glowing as she held one of my lemon meringue cupcakes, her eyes wide with delight.“Demetria, these are incredible!” she gushed, turning to show her husband. “I can’t believe how soft they are, and the frosting? I swear, it’s sinful.”I grinned, feeling that familiar warmth in my chest. “I’m glad you love them. You deserve a little sugar high on your big show.”She laughed, hugging me unexpectedly. “You and your team were amazing. Thank you for making today so perfect.”“Congratulations, I love every art displayed here,” I said as my staff started packing up the trays and stands. “Now go before your guests eat all the dessert.”By the time we’d loaded everything into the van, the sky was already dimming.“Thank you so much, guys, for your hard work!” I said to my team, Amanda, Brie

DEMETRIAThe smell of sugar and butter filled every inch of the bakery, warm, rich, and comforting, the kind of scent that hugged you from the inside out. My hands were dusted in flour, sleeves rolled to my elbows as I focused on the glossy lemon glaze dripping slowly over a batch of golden, puffed pastries cooling on the rack.It was late. Well past closing, but when inspiration struck, time always became a blur. Cedric Grolet’s new recipe had been sitting in my notes for weeks, and tonight finally felt like the night to test it.The soft buzz of my phone on the counter broke my concentration. I wiped my hands on my apron and reached for it.Marion. A smile tugged at my lips before I even answered. “Hey, handsome devil.”“Wildfire,” his voice came low, smooth, and warm through the line, that tone that always melted through me. “Guess who’s back in L.A.”I blinked, a grin spreading fast. “You’re kidding! You didn’t even tell me you landed at this time.”“I wanted to surprise you,” he

MARIONThe ambulance screeched to a halt outside Cedars-Sinai Medical Center. The back doors swung open, and paramedics rushed her out. I followed close behind, my heart pounding so violently I could feel it in my throat.“Sir, you’ll need to wait outside the trauma unit,” one of the nurses said firmly, but I barely heard her. I caught one last glimpse of Demetria’s face as they wheeled her through the sliding doors, pale, fragile, but still so heartbreakingly beautiful beneath the harsh hospital lights.I froze in the hallway, the air too thin to breathe. This isn’t happening. Please, not her.I turned and pressed a hand against the cool wall, trying to steady myself. My fingers were still trembling when Anastasia burst through the ER entrance minutes later, hair wild, tears streaking down her face.“Where’s my best friend!” Anastasia’s voice boomed. Her eyes darted around, and when they landed on me, she rushed over. Her husband was right behind her. “What happened?” she cried in a

DEMETRIA“WHAT?!” I shrieked, the truth hitting me like a physical blow. “What the hell?” I whispered, still trying to process, my mind spinning.“Be careful, Wildfire,” Marion said softly, reaching for my hand.“Why would he do that to me?” I cried, tears spilling freely down my cheeks. “Is Mark really that cruel? Because of what?”“Don’t cry, baby,” he murmured, his thumb brushing gently over my knuckles. “I’ve already called for his arrest. They’re bringing him in as we speak. I’ll go and see him soon. Just… relax, alright?”“I need to speak to him, Marion,” I said firmly, my voice trembling but determined.“Wild—” he began, but I cut him off.“No, Marion. I just want to ask him a few questions.”He sighed, eyes heavy with conflict. “Okay,” he finally said, his tone low and controlled. “But when you’re stronger. When you’re able to move around, you’ll go with me. Not before.”“But—”“No buts,” he interrupted, his jaw tightening. “Heal first.”“Fine,” I muttered, pouting like a chil