All Chapters of The Billionaire Quadruplet Want Me As Their Mummy.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Daniela's grip on her bag tightened as she walked out of the studio. She forced a smile as she walked pass a group of students.Vivienne had humiliated her in front of the whole class. She already knew the reason why. Her own words gave her away. “It’s not about who you are outside these walls. It’s about what you bring into the room, and whether you are worthy of the space you take up.”“and whether you are worthy of the space you take up.”Vivienne definitely aimed that last part at her. But she didn't care. No matter what she does, she wouldn't react. And as for Killian, since she wants him, too bad for her because she's never going to get him. Daniela slipped her bag off her shoulder the moment she got to her work station on the second floor. She thought of reporting it to Mr. Rhis, but that won't be necessary. She won't hide, she'll fight her battle herself. Not long after, a girl about the same age as her approached her station. Daniela recognized her because they were bot

The drive home was silent.Daniela sat in the passenger seat. The quadruplets packed close in the back, their small hands linked together.Killian’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his jaw set so tightly it ached just to look at him.No one spoke.The city lights came into view, familiar streets unfolding, but Daniela’s body still hadn’t caught up with reality. Every shadow felt too sharp. Every sound made her flinch.When they finally pulled into the driveway, Killian turned the engine off and sat there for a second.“We’re home.” He said gently.Inside, Killian moved with quiet efficiency. Shoes off. Doors locked. Curtains drawn. He checked every corner without making it obvious, but Daniela noticed. The quadruplets climbed onto the couch, unusually subdued.“Lunch first,” Killian said, forcing a steadiness into his tone. “Then dinner later. You guys eat everything, okay?”They nodded in unison.Daniela watched him, her chest tightening. The house felt safe, but only b

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Daniela stirred first, her eyes fluttering open to the steady rise and fall of Killian's chest beneath her cheek.She smiled faintly, tracing lazy patterns on his chest with her fingertip.For a moment, everything felt perfect. No worries, no doubts, just the quiet comfort of waking up beside him.Killian shifted, his arm tightening around her as he woke. "Morning," he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep."Morning," she replied, propping herself up on one elbow to look at him. His hair was tousled, and there was a hint of stubble on his jaw. She reached out to brush it gently. "You look... peaceful."He chuckled softly. "That's your doing." He pulled her closer, pressing a light kiss to her forehead. "What time is it?"She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "Just after eight. We have time."Killian nodded, but his expression turned thoughtful. "About your brothers... when do you want to g

The night air was cool, but Killian’s touch burned everywhere it lingered.Daniela’s fingers tightened in his shirt as his lips traced her neck, her breath uneven, heart racing.When he finally paused, his forehead resting against hers, she felt the tremor he tried to hide.“Daniela,” he murmured with a hoarse voice. “I love you.”Her chest tightened. She lifted her hands to his face, thumbs brushing his jaw, feeling the tension locked there. “I know how much you’ve been carrying,” she whispered. “All of it. You don’t have to anymore.”His eyes searched hers, as if asking permission to believe her.“I want you to be mine,” he said quietly. “Not owned. Chosen. I want a life with you, morning chaos with the quadruplets, late nights, everything.”Emotion swelled in her chest. Daniela nodded, tears blurring her vision as she leaned into him. “I’m here,” she said, stroking his hair the way she knew calmed him. Something in him gave way. He pulled her close, holding her like an anchor,

Daniela shifted in her seat.She pushed her phone back into her bag, as if that alone could stop her thoughts from drifting. Vivienne had a meeting. Killian had work. That was normal. She trusted him, she had no reason not to.Still, her chest felt tight.She shook her head slightly, annoyed with herself, and leaned back over her sketchbook.Constraint.She stared at the word again. Slowly, she began to draw.Her pencil moved carefully. The design formed in quiet layers, structured lines that hugged the body instead of overwhelming it. A garment that looked firm but gentle, something that held you together rather than trapping you. Daniela didn’t think too much about why it felt right. She just followed the feeling.Around her, the studio buzzed with low voices and movement. Chairs scraped. Fabric rustled. Liz hummed softly as she worked, occasionally glancing over.“This theme is… heavy,” Liz murmured.Daniela gave a small smile.She went back to shading the waistline, losing hers