All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S BABY MAKER : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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CHAPTER ELEVEN: UNSPOKEN WOUNDS

[LUCIANA’ POINT OF VIEW]The ride home came too soon.I found myself lingering in the doorway, not wanting to leave. Mommy — no, Mrs. Illustre — stood there with that gentle smile of hers, the kind that made me feel like a child being seen and cared for. I hadn't realized how much I missed that until now.We had spent only a short time together, yet I felt... close to her. Closer than I had ever expected.Maybe it was the way she guided me around the kitchen, or the way she watched me with soft eyes when I laughed, like she truly saw me.But the guilt tugged at me harder the longer I stood in front of her. Because everything she believed was built on a lie. She thought I was here out of love, carrying her grandchild as a symbol of something real. But the truth was colder than that. It’s all about because of contract. Because of an agreement. Nothing more.Still, when she pulled me into a hug, I let myself lean into it. Just for a moment."Take care of yourself, Luci," she murmur

Last Updated : 2025-09-08

CHAPTER TWELVE : THREADS OF TRUTH

The ride felt quieter after Lorenzo stepped out of the car. Gino glanced at me through the rearview mirror, offering a small, easy smile, but I could still feel the heavy air Lorenzo left behind.Questions kept swirling in my head, ones I hadn’t dared to ask before. Finally, I leaned forward a little.“Gino… can I ask something?”“Of course, Miss Liora,” he said, his tone warm and respectful.“How old are you?”His brows lifted as if the question caught him off guard. Then he chuckled. “Same age as Lorenzo.”My eyes widened. “Really? That’s why you look so young! I thought you were older than him, but—” My voice faltered, cheeks heating. “—but you just… have such a baby face.”The words slipped out before I could stop them.Gino burst into laughter, the sound filling the car. “Baby face? I thought I looked older than him.”Mortified, I shook my head quickly. “No! I mean—no, not at all. You don’t look old. I just meant—” My words tangled together, and I buried my face in my hands.He o

Last Updated : 2025-09-09

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: ECHOES OF THE PAST

[LORENZO’ POINT OF VIEW] The taste of alcohol burned down my throat, harsher than it should have for this early hour, but I didn't care. I needed the burn. I needed the distraction. Her voice wouldn't leave my head. "Where is your father?" Such an innocent question, spoken with those wide eyes that knew nothing of the rot underneath her family's name. She asked it as if she truly wanted to know me, as if she had the right. She had no idea. No damn idea that the man she called father was the reason mine was lying in the ground. I circled the office like a caged wolf, glass in hand, my pulse pounding in my ears. Her face flashed in my mind—her confusion, the flicker of fear when she saw me lose control in the car. That fear... it twisted something in me. But it didn't matter. Nothing would change. Because no matter how sweet, how innocent she looked—Luciana carried his blood. His line. And for that, she would pay. This was always the plan. To use her. To dangle her like bait u

Last Updated : 2025-09-10

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: UNSEEN

[LUCIANA’ POINT OF VIEW] The silence pressed in on me the moment Gino left.The penthouse was beautiful—too beautiful, almost suffocating in its perfection.It struck me then—how fast time had passed. I had already been staying here for months, and somehow this was the first timeI really looked at the place, not just passing through rooms but noticing every detail.Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the living room. The glass spotless and clear, showing the endless sprawl of the city below.The kind of view people would dream of, but standing here, it only reminded me how far away I was from home.The marble floors gleamed under the soft lighting, so polished I could see faint shadows of myself moving across them.The chandelier hanging from the ceiling glittered like captured stars, every crystal piece catching the light in sharp brilliance.The furniture was sleek, expensive, every detail chosen with precision—black leather couches, glass tables, gold accents.Not a single

Last Updated : 2025-09-11

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: KNOWING MY PLACE

Hours passed, but the weight in my chest did not ease. I had been sitting on the sofa for what felt like forever, trying anything to push the image out of my head. The photo. The way Lorenzo looked at her in it. The kind of happiness I had never seen on his face. I curled deeper into the cushions, the soft hum of the television filling the room. One movie after another played, but I was not really watching. My eyes flickered to the screen, but my mind was not there—it was back in his office, circling the same memory over and over again until it felt unbearable. I tried cleaning again, tried pacing the penthouse, even tried humming to myself, but nothing helped. No matter what I did, the ache stayed, lingering like a shadow. Finally, I forced myself to press play on another movie, hugging a throw pillow tightly against me. Maybe if I drowned myself in someone else's story, I could forget mine. But even as the characters laughed and loved on the screen, my thoughts whi

Last Updated : 2025-09-12

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: BENEATH THE CRACKS

[LORENZO’ POINT OF VIEW] The slam of the door echoed, then silence.I stood there, chest heaving, hand still curled into a fist. For a long moment I could not move. The sound of her running footsteps, the image of her face—frightened, tear-streaked—burned in my mind.I dragged in a deep breath, then another, forcing the rage back down into its cage. Slowly, I turned my gaze to the photo in my hand. The cracked glass cut a jagged line across the frozen image—me and Sophia, smiling, back when smiles had come so easily.Sophia.Her name alone was enough to stir the old ache. She had been the only one I’d ever allowed into my world, the only woman I’d loved second only to my mother. My first love. My weakness.Three years ago, she walked away.I’d been drowning in work then, building everything from the ground up, clawing my way toward the empire I wanted. Every deal, every sleepless night, every risk—it was all for the future. For us. But she hadn’t seen it that way.She wanted me to ch

Last Updated : 2025-09-13

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: FLAVORS OF TRUST

[LUCIANA’ POINT OF VIEW] I pressed my back against the cold bathroom wall, knees still hugged to my chest, and let out a shaky breath. The sobs had finally died down, leaving only the quiet echo of my own heartbeat. Slowly, I straightened, wiping at the remaining tears with the back of my hand. My palms lingered over my belly, feeling the faint warmth of the little life inside me. Crying wasn't good—for me, for the baby. Stress wouldn't do either of us any favors. Then rumble in my stomach made me wince. I hadn't eaten dinner. I bit my lip, weighing my options. Should I leave the safety of the guest room and face the rest of the penthouse—or should I try to sleep, hoping the hunger would pass? The growl in my stomach made the choice for me. I needed food. I took a deep breath, straightening my shoulders, bracing myself. No more crying. No more fear. For now, I had to focus on taking care of myself—and my baby. But my desire to eat won. I gripped the doorknob, hesi

Last Updated : 2025-09-14

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: BOUND BY REMINDERS

I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, the image came back—the way Lorenzo crouched down and cleaning my wound with careful hands. The way his gaze lingered as I ate like he was memorizing every bite. It kept replaying in my head, leaving me restless. I can say that I was happy. I didn't understand why, and maybe I didn't want to. But all I knew was that something about last night had carved itself into me. So when the first light of morning slipped through the curtains, I decided to do something I hadn't done in a long time. To cook and prepare breakfast. I tied the apron around my waist and hummed softly as I moved around the kitchen. Lorenzo's mother's words echoed in my mind from that our last visit: "If you ever want to make him smile in the morning, cook him fried rice with lots of garlic, and bacon in scrambled eggs. That's his favorite." I chopped, stirred, and fried, filling the penthouse with the scent of garlic and sizzling bacon. For once, I felt light—

Last Updated : 2025-09-15

CHAPTER NINETEEN: GHOST FROM THE PAST

[LORENZO' POINT OF VIEW] The hum of the engine filled the silence as Gino maneuvered the car through the busy streets. I leaned back, eyes on the window, letting the blur of the city pass me by. "That's the first time I have seen you eat breakfast again," Gino said, glancing at me from the rearview mirror. His tone half-teasing. I didn't bother looking at him. "Of course. You forced me to." "But you had a choice, Sir," he countered with a grin. "Just admit you liked what she cooked. It's your favorite. I even saw you eat... more than usual." My gaze stayed fixed outside, jaw tightening. "I just missed it." "Really?" Gino chuckled. "Because I remember asking you so many times before to eat breakfast with me, but you always said no. 'I'm not a breakfast person anymore,' remember? And now, suddenly, fried rice with garlic, scrambled eggs, and toasted bacon makes you forget that rule? Tsk, tsk." I turned my head slowly and fixed him with a sharp look. "What exactly are you trying

Last Updated : 2025-09-16

CHAPTER TWENTY

“I want you.” The words still rang in the air, heavy, suffocating. I leaned back in my chair, forcing my expression into stone even though every muscle inside me was tight with restraint. “If this is some kind of joke, Sophia, it’s not funny.” Her eyes sparkled. She wasn’t joking. She wasn’t even trying to. “Do I look like I am joking?” she asked softly, leaning forward, her elbows resting against her knees. Her gaze burned into me, searching for cracks in my armor. “You think I came here only to talk about Singapore? You think I’ve spent years building myself back just to sit across from you like some stranger?” “Enough,” I snapped, sharper than I intended. My voice echoed in the office. I dragged in a breath, forcing calm back into my lungs. “We’re here for business. Nothing else.” But she only smiled again, that same infuriating curve of her lips I used to crave. “Business, then,” she murmured, tilting her head. “Fine. If you want this partnership, you’ll have to prove somet

Last Updated : 2025-09-17

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