All Chapters of STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Chapter 81: GOING AGAINST.

CINNAMON"I can't believe we're back!" My voice echoed through the luxury log cabin tucked away in the mountains. Warm, golden light illuminated the familiar space of Scarlet and Winter as we ventured around, exploring the stone fireplace, the multiple bedrooms, the cozy kitchen that still smelled faintly of pine and woodsmoke."I love this place." Dante's voice came from behind me as he met me by the sliding patio door, peering out at the fire pit as cold wind whooshed through the early evening sky.I smiled, though it felt tight around the edges. "Me too."I'd never forget our first time here. That weekend when everything changed. When the project was just beginning, when we were still figuring out what we meant to each other, when hope felt fragile but possible. That trip felt like a lifetime ago and like yesterday all at once.So much has happened since then."We really needed this," Dante sighed, wrapping his arms around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder. "Life has

Chapter 82: WHAT'S OURS.

CINNAMON"Dante, I didn't mean for this to happen.""You should have been more cautious. I explained everything to you. Even if this was inevitable, not so soon."Oh my goodness. What have I gotten myself into?Panic surged within me, and my breathing became heavy. "I'm sorry, Dante. But I didn’t put myself in this situation to get pregnant.""You said you were taking precautions not to get pregnant.""I was. But I guess it didn’t work." Tears began to flow as I realized the gravity of the situation."You intentionally..." He held back his anger, breathing deeply. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he said again as he sat down. He reached out for me, holding me close and kissing the top of my head. "Cinnamon." He cupped my face with both hands, grounding me in that moment. But his hands trembled slightly. "Breathe."I inhaled sharply, shaking so much my teeth chattered. I was trying to regain control and stop the overwhelming sobs.He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, fear was evid

Chapter 83: THE NEXT CHAPTER.

CINNAMONSix Months Later"Hold still!" Khole adjusted the flowing white maternity gown for the third time, her tongue poking out in concentration. "The wind keeps catching it.""That's kind of the point," Dove laughed, holding up the reflector to catch the golden afternoon light. "Romance and all that."I stood a few feet from the entrance of the staff bus, the exact spot where I'd first collided with Dante eighteen months ago. My six-month baby bump pressed against the empire waist of the gown, and despite the absurdity of recreating our disastrous first meeting for a photoshoot, I couldn't stop smiling."Positions!" Risa called out, camera already raised. She'd taken up photography as a side hobby, and when I'd mentioned wanting to document this journey, she'd insisted on being behind the lens. "Dante, you remember what to do?""Run into my pregnant wife like an idiot?" He grinned, adjusting his suit jacket, the same style he'd worn that day. "I think I can manage."Tate stood off

Chapter 84: PETTY PRETTY.

CINNAMON:All heads turned towards me, all eyes fixed on me."Cinnamon—" Dove started."I know how it sounds." I crossed my arms over my bump. "But Marcus took so much from us. From my family. He deserves to see what he tried to destroy and see how beautifully it survived."Dante studied my face, then slowly nodded. "If that's what you need for closure, then we go."Risa and Khole exchanged glances but didn't argue. They'd learned that some wounds needed unconventional healing.It baffled me how the Moretti didn't even fight or oppose Marcus's punishment. I guess he hurt them to the core too even though he was one of their own. Such a terrible son.***The federal maximum-security facility sat like a concrete scar against the landscape. We'd arranged the visit through Dante's lawyers, claiming it was for "documentation purposes." Technically true.Our small crew passed through security, cameras approved for supervised use, no physical contact with the prisoner, thirty minutes maximum.

Chapter 85: I LOVE Y'ALL.

CINNAMONMrs. Patterson sobbed quietly. Mrs. Hartley wiped her eyes. Even Mr. Daniels looked suspiciously misty."So thank you," I continued, looking out at all these faces, people who'd suffered because of lies, who'd been used as pawns in someone else's game, who'd chosen to trust again despite every reason not to. "For giving us another chance. For believing that broken things can be made beautiful again. For letting us prove that love wins—not because it's easy, but because it refuses to quit."Applause thundered across the field, building like a wave. Oliver shrieked with delight, clapping his tiny hands. Dante moved to the platform, pulling me down and into his arms while people cheered."You're incredible," he breathed against my hair."We're incredible," I corrected, kissing him soundly while our son giggled and the town celebrated around us.Later, as the sun dipped low, we stood at the edge of the field watching workers secure the ceremony site. Most people had gone home, exh

Chapter 86: GALENTINE.

CINNAMON."How are you out here getting drunk without Oliver?" Risa shouted over the music, tipping back her fourth shot like it had personally offended her. She shook her head, laughing at herself before the glass even hit the table. The music was so loud I felt it in my chest. My heels were long forgotten somewhere near the couch, my hair half-fallen from its pin, and I was deliciously, unapologetically drunk. Was it irresponsible? Probably. Did I care? Not even slightly. I had earned this. "I married the best man in the universe!" I yelled back, raising my champagne flute as if I were making a toast to the ceiling. "He's home with Oliver!" Risa pressed her hand to her heart, feigning genuine anguish. "I'm so jealous of you right now. Like—" she gestured widely, nearly knocking Khole's drink over, "—he rented this entire place. Paid for everything. And didn't even make it weird about it. Who does that?" She shook her head slowly. "Not just wealthy. Thoughtful. That's the dangerous

Chapter 87: HAPPY DISASTER.

DANTE.Sleep and I had never been good at negotiating, but without Cinnamon in the bed, we weren't even on speaking terms.I lay there most of the night, one arm behind my head, staring at the ceiling. Her side of the bed still held the shape of her, the indent of her pillow, the faint trace of her perfume on the sheets. I pulled her pillow toward me once, felt immediately ridiculous about it, and then kept it there anyway.I missed her. That was the embarrassing truth of it. A full night without my wife and I was useless.But she needed this. She needed her girls and her laughter and the version of herself that existed before she was someone's mother and someone's wife. So I stayed in my lane and I let her have it.The moment the first gray light crept through the curtains, I was already up.Oliver was in rare form at six in the morning, hair standing in four directions, one sock on, dragging his stuffed bear across the floor. I scooped him up and he groaned dramatically against my s

Chapter 88: VALENTINE.

DANTE.I let us into the house, stepped aside, and nodded toward the stairs."Go shower. Get dressed." I paused. "The outfit's already on the bed."She looked at me."I picked it out," I said simply, and went to get ready before she started asking me questions.I moved fast because I wanted to get ready before her. I took a shower, wore my fresh suit, pocket square, the good watch, the one she'd given me on our first anniversary with the inscription on the back that I still read sometimes when I needed to remember what I was doing right. I was downstairs with twenty minutes to spare, which was rare, and I stood at the bottom of the staircase with my hands in my pockets feeling, for lack of a more dignified word, giddy.Then she appeared at the top of the stairs wearing magnificent red. The dress fell exactly as it was meant to, and she moved with grace. Her hair was down back to its full long wavy state. I missed her burgundy revenge hair so bad. I have been so tempted to ask her to g

Chapter 89: A REQUEST FOR VALENTINE.

DANTE.The afternoon moved at its own slow pace and we let it. There was a particular luxury in having nowhere to be, and we wore it comfortably, leaning back in our chairs, plates eventually cleared, the champagne half-finished, the garden below doing what gardens do when the wind passes through. She had turned her chair slightly toward the view, one leg crossed over the other.I couldn't stop looking."What?" she said, without turning."Nothing.""You're doing it again.""Guilty."She turned then, a slow smile warming her face, and for a moment the thing behind her eyes was completely gone and she was just mine."I am so grateful for you," she said quietly. "I don't think I say that enough in the normal days. When it's school runs and dinner and laundry and meetings. I don't stop enough to say, I am genuinely grateful that you are mine.""You show it," I said. "Every day. In a thousand ways you probably don't even notice."She tilted her head. "Like what?""Like the way you still m

Chapter 90: WORRIES OF A MOM.

DANTE.I pulled her into my lap in one smooth motion, and she let out a small sound of surprise. In an instant, my hand was in her hair, and my mouth was on hers, making whatever Noah and Allie were doing in the rain seem like someone else's concern.She kissed me back, her hands gliding up my chest. I felt her breath against my lips, and that soft moan went straight to my cock.We stayed glued, her sitting in my lap, both of us taking our time as the living room remained quiet, the lamp's gentle golden light bouncing off the couch and floor while a faint chocolate scent from the strawberries filled our noses.Then she broke the kiss.She didn’t pull away quickly. She withdrew just enough to catch her breath, her forehead leaning toward mine, both hands still resting on my chest."Baby.""Mm.""Can I ask you something?"Her cheerful tone had vanished, prompting me to open my eyes."Don't you find me—" She hesitated before starting again. "My body has changed since Oliver." Her fingers

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