All Chapters of my Billionaire’s baby : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sierra’s POVPretending is hard. Pretending you are all alone when you know someone is hiding in your walls is even harder.Louis was in the secret room. I knew exactly where it was. Behind a fake wall in the basement, near the boiler. It was a small room with a cot and screens showing every camera in the house. He was living in there. He couldn’t come out. Not even for a second.I had to do everything by myself. Make breakfast, take Katie to school, smile at the other moms. I had to look tired and sad. I practiced my "stressed-out mom" face in the mirror.Katie knew something was wrong."Why is Daddy gone so long?" she asked at dinner. We were eating spaghetti. I made too much because I forgot Louis wasn't there."He has very important work, baby," I said."You said that yesterday." She twirled her noodles. "I miss him.""I miss him too," I said. And it was true. Even though he was just downstairs, I missed him. I missed eating with him. I missed the way he made Katie laugh. This pla

Sierra’s POVThe text made my blood freeze. *He was in the house.*Louis didn’t say a word. He moved fast. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of bed. We ran to Katie’s room. She was still asleep. Louis picked her up, blanket and all. She mumbled but didn’t wake up.He jerked his head toward the hallway. We ran, barefoot, to the big painting at the end of the hall. Louis pushed it sideways. Behind it was a door. A safe room. We never used it. Until now.He shoved the door open. We went inside. It was a small, white room with a couch, a fridge, and a wall of TV screens showing every camera in the house. Louis locked the door behind us. It made a heavy *thunk* sound.He laid Katie on the couch. She curled up in her blanket. I stood there, shaking. I was so scared I felt sick.Louis went to the screens. He turned them all on. The house was dark and empty on the cameras. Nothing moved.“He’s messing with us,” Louis whispered. His hands were fists. “He wants us to panic. He’s probably not

Sierra’s POVThe morning after felt different. Not safe. Never safe. But… closer. Louis was still next to me when I woke up. His arm was heavy over my waist. For a second, I forgot about the ghost. I just felt warm.Then I remembered. Lyle. The toy soldier. The lake house.Louis’s eyes opened. He looked at me and for one second, he smiled a real, sleepy smile. Then he remembered too. The smile vanished.“Today we find him,” he said, his voice morning-rough.He got up and started making calls. I made breakfast. Katie was extra cuddly. She could feel the weird mood. She sat on my lap while I stirred the oatmeal.“Mommy, is the bad man gone?” she asked, playing with my bracelet.My heart stopped. “What bad man, baby?”“The one who makes you and Daddy whisper.” She looked up at me with her big, serious eyes. “The one who makes you scared.”I hugged her tight. “We’re not scared,” I lied. “We’re just… being careful. Like looking both ways before you cross the street.”“Oh,” she said. She se

Sierra’s POVThe car ride back from the lake house was quiet. Not a calm quiet. A shaky, scared quiet. Louis drove with both hands gripping the wheel. His knuckles were white. I stared out the window at the dark trees rushing by.My whole body was humming. Like a plucked guitar string. I could still feel the *thwack* of the flashlight hitting Lyle’s head in my hand. I’d never hit anyone before.“Does your head hurt?” Louis asked. His voice was rough.“No. Does your neck?”“A little.”We didn’t talk anymore after that. What was there to say? We found the ghost. He was real. And he was crazier than we thought.We got to Vivienne’s house when the sky was starting to get light. Grey, like dirty milk. We got Katie, who was sleepy and confused. We thanked Vivienne. She just looked at our dirty clothes and Louis’s bruised neck and nodded. She knew.We drove home. Our real home. It didn’t feel real anymore.We put Katie to bed. It was morning, but she was tired from the weird night. She fell

Sierra's POVThe bedroom was chaos. Lyle on the floor, not moving. Louis bleeding. Two security guys talking fast on their radios. A broken lamp. The smell of the spilled bottle burning my nose.I couldn't stop shaking. My teeth were chattering even though I wasn't cold.Louis pulled me away from the doorway. "Sit down," he said, pushing me gently onto the edge of the bed. The bed Lyle had just been sitting on. Touching. I wanted to peel my skin off."What do we do with him?" I asked. My voice sounded far away.One of the security guys, a big man named Derek, knelt by Lyle. He rolled him over. Lyle's face was pale. There was a cut on his forehead from where he fell. He looked so normal. Like someone you'd pass in the grocery store."He's coming around," Derek said.Lyle's eyes fluttered. He groaned. Then his eyes focused. He looked up at the ceiling. Then at all of us staring down at him. His face twisted into something ugly."You ruined it," he whispered. "I was so close. She was ri