All Chapters of Desired by the Billionaire Playboy : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Brad's POVHonestly, I had had it up to my neck with that stupid woman, Becky. The moment I stepped into the house, my blood began to boil. The dining table was still littered with yesterday’s teacup. Pillows were scattered across the floor. Dust coated the couch like no one had sat on it in days. The place looked like a pig sty, all because she was too lazy to do anything.I went to work, came back in the evening, and the house was still a disaster. I usually did the dishes myself because Becky never bothered. I once came back from a three-day business trip, and the pile of dirty plates was exactly the same as the day I left.She barely even used the washing machine properly. The only thing she did consistently was begging me for money for clothes she wanted online. It was infuriating.And then, the final straw was when I discovered she had used the toilet and didn’t even flush. I snapped. I was ready to throw her out of the house right then. I’d been regretting this relationship fo

Emily's POV It had been two weeks since I found out I was pregnant, and if Tyler had been a protective husband before, now he was on an entirely different level.I was just ten weeks gone, my baby bump wasn’t even visible yet. Tyler came home every day with gifts. Sometimes it was fruits, sometimes snacks, sometimes random little things he thought I might like. He called me constantly while he was at the office, asking if I had eaten, if I felt dizzy, if I had a headache, if I needed anything at all. And then, a few hours later, he would call again. It was honestly so cute.I knew he was excited. I also knew he was nervous. This was our first time, and he just wanted to do everything right. I understood completely.And now, as if spoiling me all week wasn’t enough, he had decided that today we were going shopping.I looked at him as he picked up his car keys. “Tyler, are you sure you want to go?” I asked gently. “You’ve been working all week. Don’t you want to rest today?”He steppe

Tyler's POV My heart was still racing.We were just coming back from the hospital, walking slowly down the quiet street outside the building. The antenatal checkup had gone well. The doctor said everything was fine. Healthy baby. Healthy mother.Those words kept replaying in my head.I stayed close to Emily. For the past months, my life had revolved around her even more than before.I skipped work more times than I could count. Meetings didn’t matter. Deadlines didn’t matter. What mattered was that she ate on time, took her medication, rested properly. Sometimes I felt like I was hovering too much, but I couldn’t stop myself.She was six months along now, and I could tell every little thing was starting to affect her more than before. Her cravings had been unusual lately. Pickles with peanut butter, watermelon with milk, things I never thought anyone would eat at 2 a.m. But I always made sure the kitchen was stocked, ready for whatever she might suddenly want.As we walked back from

Emily's POV Tyler stopped the car in front of the familiar building, and I turned to him and smiled. “Have a nice day at work,” I said softly.He returned my smile, his eyes warm. “Have a nice day. I’ll text you, and call me if you need anything.”I leaned over and kissed his cheek, savouring the moment before I stepped out. The air was cool as I carried my bag in one hand, the other brushing lightly against my bump. This place was called Prenatal Flow, a wellness centre for pregnant women where we do yoga, therapy and basically exercises to help keep the moment the baby healthy. I had been coming here for a few months now.I took a deep breath and walked toward the entrance, feeling a little thrill of independence even though Tyler was always just a text or call away.The building looked just the same, bright, clean and welcoming. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The familiar scent of lavender and essential oils filled my nostrils. A few other women were already here, cha

Tyler's POV “Get some rest, okay?” I said softly, pulling the blanket over Emily. She lay back against the pillows, nodding slowly, and I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “If you need anything, just call me on the phone, and I’ll come upstairs.”She gave me a small, tired smile. The panic attack had left her drained, and I wanted to make sure she felt safe, and calm. Finally, I stepped back and walked toward the door.As I walked down the hallway, I was met by Ethan.“You’re here,” I said. “Yeah… um, is Skylar home?”I raised a brow. “Why are you asking me? Isn’t she your girlfriend?”Ethan scratched the back of his neck, looking uneasy. “Well… she’s kind of ignoring my calls and texts.”I put my hands in my pockets and leaned back slightly. “You two having a fight?”He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “She’s upset with me.”“Why?” I asked, keeping my tone calm.“She texted me, and I opened it, but before I could reply, my secretary came with some work and I got