All Chapters of STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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Chapter 121: BUN AND BULLETS.

CINNAMON."You’re pregnant," Mr. Deluca broke the news to me.I almost gagged on my own spit. What?"Three weeks," Khole bounced some more on the bed."You're going to have a baby," Mrs. Patterson clarified as if everything they'd said didn't make sense to me.The room didn’t spin this time. Instead, it fell into a quiet stillness that was more disorienting. Every sound faded away. Khole's face, Mrs. Patterson dabbing her eyes, Mr. Deluca's smile, all of it receded, leaving me alone at the center of a reality that was too overwhelming to fully grasp at once.Pregnant.Three weeks.Me.I put my free hand flat against my stomach, almost instinctively.A baby.Behind the wonder came the chilling realization of everything that it entailed. Dante and I stood on opposite sides of a wreckage we had both created. The divorce papers were merely theoretical since I hadn’t managed to make them real yet. What was our marriage? I didn’t even know how to define it anymore. And now this.How was I s

Chapter 122: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

DANTE.Dove had been awake for fifteen minutes, and already she had cried through half a box of tissues, her fingers entwined with mine. The oxygen tube rested across her nose. Her cheeks were sunken, and her collarbone jutted sharply against her hospital gown."I'm sorry." She had apologized so many times. "I'm so sorry, Dante. For everything. For what I put you and Cinnamon through.""Stop." I squeezed her hand gently. "I let you grow up too fast. That's on me.""No, I should have come to you the moment it started. I let him convince me that you'd be disappointed. That you'd see me differently." Her voice cracked mid-sentence. "And now look at what I've done to our family. Look at what I've—""Hey." I leaned closer. "You're here. You're breathing. That's where we start."She pressed her lips together and nodded, but her eyes remained wet.My head was pounding. Mom was two doors down, finally asleep after the doctors managed her condition. She had been closer to sepsis than anyone ha

Chapter 123: TOO LATE.

DANTE.The helicopter descended below the cloud line, revealing Meadowbrook beneath me. Even from this height, I could see the lights—blue, red, blue, red—flashing against the houses in a rhythm that felt almost indecent in such a quiet neighborhood. This was a place where people hung bird feeders, where someone’s grandmother grew tomatoes along the fence line, where children drew chalk animals on the sidewalk that remained until the next rain.I pressed my face closer to the glass.Then I spotted the house.Or what was left of it.“No.”The pilot said something I didn't catch; I was already reaching for the door handle, urging the aircraft to land faster. I was out not even giving the landing skids the chance to fully touch down on the grass of the park two blocks away.I ducked under the rotors and ran, hitting the pavement at full speed.The police tape halted me.An officer stepped in front of me with both hands raised. “Sir—sir, you can’t—”“That’s my wife’s house.” I was impatie

Chapter 124: I'M ALONE.

CINNAMON.My situation had been managed, and I was stabilized, but I felt incredibly weak. The children weren’t with me when I woke up again.I looked around in fear.“Mrs. Moretti, the kids are asleep,” a nurse told me. “The detective is just outside waiting. She wanted to make sure you were stabilized before continuing the investigation.”Her words felt distant to me, barely registering.My Khole couldn’t be dead. Neither could Mrs. Patterson. Khole was all I had left. What would I do without her? She was my greatest source of support. And how could I face Mrs. Patterson’s family? She wasn’t supposed to be at our house that night but had offered to be there instead. Now, I felt responsible for the death of such an incredible woman and mother.Lord, it shouldn’t have ended this way for us.“No. No,” I whispered to myself.“Mrs.—”The curtain shifted as Dante walked in.He looked terrible; his shirt was untucked, his jacket gone, his hair disheveled, and his face bore a ravaged look s

Chapter 125: TRAUMA YET HE IS LAUGHING.

DANTE.I watched them through the glass. The hospital corridor stretched out long, with the window at the far end. I stood where I had been instructed to, far enough away that I felt invisible, yet close enough to see everything. Detective Taylor had been tactful in her approach. "Mr. Moretti, it’s best if you stay here while your wife—"I stayed put. I couldn't take Thessa back because there was no one to look after her. My world was crumbling into ashes.Cinnamon walked past me, chin held high, eyes straight ahead. I had been swayed by a woman longing for something she could never attain, which made me view my wife differently.I followed closely but ensured I kept my distance.When we reached the ground floor, she got into a car with the kids and the police.I felt powerless watching them drive away until they turned a corner and vanished into the city.Behind me, Taylor cleared her throat. "Mr. Moretti. Whenever you're ready."I wasn't ready. I wouldn't be ready. But I turned anyw

Chapter 126: WHAT REMAINS.

CINNAMON.Dante visited on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Taylor had approved supervised contact with the children, and he arrived right on time and left as scheduled. During the third week, he brought Oliver a small yellow toy car, which Oliver has taken everywhere since, even to bed. He sat on the garden floor with Thessa, listening intently as she detailed the intricate politics of her stuffed animal collection.I observed from the doorway, relieved that the children were momentarily distracted from the turmoil we had faced.He never pressured me or asked for more than I was willing to give, which wasn't much—a nod when he arrived and a quiet comment about the children's routine if something needed to be conveyed. Once, after Thessa went inside, he lingered in the garden for ten minutes while I stood in the kitchen doorway watching him gaze at the jasmine as if it held some secret meaning for him.When he noticed my presence and turned to look at me, I went back inside.Yet I still wore t

Chapter 127: THE PEOPLE I NEED.

CINNAMON.Even though I was upset with their brother, my feelings toward them were different. Both had been victims of harsh circumstances but managed to overcome them. Dove looked empowered, her skin radiant and her body healthy, with life flowing through every vein. Miranda had returned to her former self. We all needed each other during a moment like this.Miranda had been quiet, simply tapping the armrest."Can I say something?" she asked.We both turned our attention to her.Typically, Miranda wasn’t one to openly express her emotions in public; she was usually composed. Watching her lose that composure felt like witnessing something stable suddenly shift."Why didn’t anyone tell me?" The pain in her voice was raw. "I'm genuinely asking." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Everything was falling apart, and nobody called me. I keep wondering, what if I had known? What if I'd been here? Could I have—" She paused, placing her hand flat against her collarbone. "Could I have done so

Chapter 128: I DIDN'T KNOW.

DANTE.The world believed I was thriving.I had made it appear that way.Three conferences in six weeks. Two magazine features—one focused on finance, the other on lifestyle. The Meridian announcement. The keynote at the Spain Business Forum that Tate had scheduled eight months prior, which I nearly canceled four times before realizing that backing out would require an explanation I simply didn’t have the energy to provide.So I attended. Smiled. Shook hands with both of my hands. Said all the right things in all the right places and watched as people nodded, took my picture, and walked away believing in the version of Dante Moretti that I presented to them.It was the most exhausting performance of my life.I came home to a house that still smelled faintly of a life that no longer lived there, poured something I didn't taste, and sat in a chair until the city went dark outside the window.That was what thriving looked like from the inside.My phone lit up on the desk. I already knew

Chapter 129: I WAS PUSHED TOO FAR.

DANTE.The building had been lifeless for years before tonight. The scent gave it away—rust and stagnant water mingled with chemicals. Three of the original six skylights were missing, leaving gaping openings in the ceiling through which cold air poured in like columns. The remaining glass in the walls was coated in black grime accumulated over decades. Two floodlights set up by Viper's men illuminated the room, making everything turn stark yellow light and deep black shadow, with no soft transitions between the two.The floor was bare concrete, cracked down the middle. There was a vast expanse of forty feet in every direction and a high ceiling.Along the far wall stood four men—large and imposing figures. They were still but not passive; their stillness was professional. Viper was closest to me, his arms relaxed at his sides, a line of old scar tissue stretching from his left ear to his jaw. He observed without really watching.She was at the center of it all.The chair was made of

Chapter 130: NO.

CINNAMONI had lost track of how long it had been since I last tried to contact my so-called best friend, Risa. It still hurts that she betrayed me, but the nagging need to understand why she did it wouldn’t leave my mind. I just wanted to know when those thoughts first crossed her mind.I was making pancakes with Dove, who has been a true blessing since she arrived. She and Miranda brought a lightness that eased the depression I was sinking into. They brought peace to my heart and helped me forget my worries.She'd walked into the kitchen at seven-thirty with her hair wrapped and her sleeves pushed up and announced that she was hungry. That was what I loved most about her recovery. It wasn't passive. She worked on herself one day at a time and kept going."Did Miranda take the kids to school?" I reached past her for the flour, adding another measure into the sugar mix by feel."Left twenty minutes ago. Security team with them." Dove leaned over the bowl and inhaled. "Both kids had th

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