All Chapters of Date me Mr. billionaire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

POV MiguelI went into my office, heading straight for the whiskey bottle. I had been drinking constantly since Amanda left. The alcohol sometimes made me forget that I lost the love of my life forever.But it was not Amanda I wanted to forget now. As I swallowed the warm liquid, feeling it tear at my throat, the image of Roberta arose in my mind. I kept my eyes lowered, so I did not have to look at her almost naked body. I wanted to continue seeing Roberta with the same eyes, as a girl who needed my help, nothing more.Involving myself with another woman was not in my plans. I had an agreement with that girl, a fake relationship, and after I recovered custody of my son, everything would go back to how it was before. Roberta would return to her life, and I would continue without having the woman I love by my side.I put the glass aside and repeated this in my mind so I would never forget why I brought her into my house. A knock on the door made me divert my attention when Nataniel cam

— It’s not that serious, Roberta. — Emília grabbed my arm and helped me stand. — You were careful, right? You used protection?— Leonard was drunk. He barely remembered sleeping with me. Do you really think he’d remember a condom?She covered her mouth, staring at me in shock. That reaction only made my fear worse, and anxiety burst inside my chest like a wave.— Then we have a serious problem, — she said, rushing to close the bedroom door.She went to her backpack, pulled out a box, and handed it to me. I read the words printed on it, then looked back at her, stunned.— Pregnancy test?— I always carry one, just in case.— I don’t even want to know what you’ve been doing, Emília. — I threw my hands in the air, refusing to understand what she meant by that. — Who carries a pregnancy test in their bag?— You’d be surprised by the kind of things I used to carry in mine. — Her comment made me laugh, despite everything. — Enough talking, let’s take the test and make sure.She walked towar

RobertaI heard whispers in the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Miguel’s deep, unmistakable voice was scolding Nathaniel, but I couldn’t make out what they were talking about.“Are you telling me Miguel was married?” Emilia whispered, staring at the framed pictures scattered around the house. “And that this woman died thirty days ago?”“I shouldn’t have told you…” I said, though I didn’t feel the slightest bit sorry. “Please don’t mention what I told him. Pretend you don’t know anything.”“You’re acting like dating him is wrong,” she said, her attention still fixed on the photographs. “The woman is dead. Miguel has every right to move on with his life.”“You don’t understand,” I sighed, annoyed—mostly because I couldn’t hear Miguel’s conversation with Nathaniel since Emilia just wouldn’t shut up. “We’d better end this talk.”Curiosity widened across Emilia’s face. She wanted to know how the woman had died and who was caring for Miguel’s newborn son. When hurried footsteps came toward

POV MiguelI parked my car in the side garage of the house when my phone vibrated on the passenger seat. I turned off the engine and read Nataniel’s message:“Roberta is home, safe. I’m heading to dinner now.”I didn’t reply. Not only that, but I slipped the phone into my jacket pocket, stepped out of the car, and walked toward the Carrascal family mansion, ready for the inevitable and predictable family dinner dynamic.The mansion was old, passed down through four generations. I was the only one who refused to live there. To keep the tradition alive and not abandon a property worth billions, my family decided to occupy it. My mother, father, and grandfather lived there—and the place was far too big for just the three of them.I walked along the gravel path. The sound of water falling from the fountain was the only thing that blended with my quick footsteps. Cars parked beside the garden showed that everyone had already arrived.As soon as I reached the door, laughter echoed, filling

RobertaI was lying on the sofa with my legs relaxed when I heard a vehicle park. I got up and ran to the window and saw Miguel’s car pulling up in front of the house. My heart pounded. Surprisingly, Miguel returned, although I was already convinced I would spend another night alone in this house.I looked down and saw I was wearing the nightgown we had bought that afternoon. It differed from anything I was used to wearing and provocative, and it showed parts of my body. Startled, I hurried back to the bedroom, running down the dark corridor.I tucked myself under the covers. I heard his steps approaching and the creak of the door opening, bringing light into my dark room. Not only that, but I did not move, and Miguel did not either. Seconds later, he left, closing the door, leaving only a trail of masculine cologne lingering in the air.I jumped out of bed, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. This was the second night I slept in this house, and I had the impression that Miguel did