Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Baby Maker (ENGLISH VERSION): Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Chantal didn’t get the chance to give her speech.Sir Preston followed us after I carried Chantal inside the house. I could tell he was worried about his daughter, but he didn’t say a single word—he just watched us quietly.He didn’t stay long in Chantal’s room either. He left right after, probably to talk to the guests and apologize for what I did.I let out a deep sigh. I knew what I did was wrong—I let my anger take over instead of handling that arrogant woman calmly. But even though I knew it was wrong, I didn’t regret it one bit.She deserved it, after everything she did to Chantal and Jarvis. Let her rot in that storage room. That’s what she gets. I was sure there wasn’t a spare key anyway—the only one that could open that room was the key I had. I remembered the gardener almost losing it once and getting scolded by Manang Lerma for it.When Sir left Chantal’s room, I stayed to comfort her. Thankfully, Jarvis was there too—he helped me calm Chantal down. Even though he was scare

He followed my command.It felt like just moments ago I was stopping him from doing what he wanted, yet now I was the one arching toward him, meeting every movement of his hand as he touched me.“O-Oh… y-yes…” I covered my mouth, trying to hold back the sounds threatening to escape.I had been resisting the urge to make a sound, but the longer it went on, the more impossible it became. His movements grew faster, deeper, more deliberate—each one sending waves of sensation that left me trembling.“F-Fuck…” I gasped, feeling the intensity double as he pushed further. My body arched instinctively in response, my mind slipping into a haze as he continued, relentless and precise.“S-Stop! W-wait—ohh…” I tried to catch his hand, to slow him down, but it was no use. He didn’t stop until I could no longer hold back what was coming over me.“P-Preston… Sir! I—I can’t…!”I felt the rush overtake me, my body surrendering completely as the tension inside finally broke. He slowly withdrew, giving m

After Preston had taken me several times in his room, the sun was already high by the time he finally stopped — clearly exhausted. I wasn’t even sure if he got any sleep at all, since we started at dawn and only stopped now. I, at least, had managed to rest a bit before he asked me to be his girlfriend — but after that, neither of us slept.I only rested for a few minutes before I finally decided to get up from his soft bed. Honestly, I wanted to lie back down and steal a few more minutes of sleep — my whole body still felt sore from what we did earlier — but I knew that if I stayed any longer, people in the house might start to notice something.“Where are you going?”I froze before I could even step off the bed when I heard his voice. I turned to him just as he sat up.I shrugged casually. “I’m going out. Chantal and Jarvis are probably looking for me,” I said as I tried to reach for the underwear I wore last night.“Stay here. I’ll go out instead.”I glanced at him, but before I co

The following days went by smoothly. Chantal and I grew even closer, and I could finally say I was doing well in taking care of her. She had no complaints anymore and actually started following my instructions.Like Jarvis, she didn’t want to be away from me—not even during meals or bedtime. She always wanted to eat with us and sleep beside us. Sometimes we’d stay in her room; other times, she’d crawl into bed with Jarvis and me. That became our daily routine. Neither of them wanted to be apart from me.I was happy to be closer to both Chantal and Jarvis—but there was one person who wasn’t.“I thought you weren’t coming again.”I chuckled softly at Preston’s greeting as I entered his room. He was frowning, holding a few papers while sitting on the bed. It looked like he was still working even though it was already past one in the morning.“Why are you still working? Aren’t you tired?” I asked, sitting beside him. I lay comfortably on the bed and wrapped my arms around his waist. “You

“Kneel.”Preston turned to me sharply, furrowing his brow. “What?” His question sounded almost incredulous.I took a step closer, then looked at Chantal and Jarvis, who were already kneeling and praying. Earlier, Jarvis had guided Chantal into kneeling too, since she didn’t quite know what to do. I hadn’t realized that even their dad didn’t regularly go to church.“You told me before, you’d kneel in front of me, right?”Preston nodded quickly. “Yes, of course. Babe, do you even need to ask? I’ve done it—““Well then, kneel in front of the Lord too,” I cut him off, giving him a wide smile.“What?!” His voice rose slightly, making Chantal and Jarvis pause their prayers and look toward us. I smiled and shook my head, signaling that it was fine—we were just talking.When the kids resumed praying, I turned my gaze back to Preston, giving him a stern look. “If you can kneel for me, then surely you can kneel for the Lord. Get your life together, Preston. Kneel and pray,” I commanded, droppin