All Chapters of A Secret Baby For The Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

WELLINGTON’S POVI sip my morning coffee slowly. The cup is in my left hand. In my right hand, I hold Dahlia’s file.I stand by the large window of my penthouse, looking down at the city. Everything looks calm outside, just as always, quite and peaceful. I wish I can say the same about my mind.My phone suddenly rings. I don’t move much. I just tap the small earbud in my ear.“Speak,” I command.Mr. Peter’s voice comes in quickly. He sounds a bit nervous.“I’m sorry to disturb your morning, boss,” he says. “But I thought you should see something yourself… since you seem very interested in Mrs. Salazar lately.”My brows pull together.“What do you mean?” My voice comes out low and heavy.“Uhm… I’ll send you the video link right now,” he says quickly.Then he ends the call. I walk slowly to the counter. My steps are calm, controlled.I place my coffee down. Then I drop the file beside it. I pick up my phone. A message comes in immediately. A link which I don't hesitate to tap.The video

DAHLIA'S POV I quickly pull my hand away. The look in his eyes scares me. Did I just say he is human?No. Not at all.He feels like a wall, cold, hard and unbreakable. Walls could be broken into anyways. But even the strongest hammer can't break into Mr Wellington Chane.For the rest of the drive, I don’t look at him again. I turn my face to the window and stay quiet.When we arrive at the villa, I step out and walk straight to the veranda. My legs feel weak as I sit down.“I left my phone and purse at the hospital,” I say softly. “I don’t know if I can go back there… and I need to get my daughter before Jerome does.”My voice shakes at the last part. Nani looks at me gently.“Don’t worry,” she says. “Nothing will happen to your things. I’ll call Doctor Lorenzo and make sure your daughter is discharged and brought to you.”Relief starts to rise in my chest, but it doesn’t last when Mr Chane speaks.“Why would you do that? We already talked about this. Her life does not concern us.” H

DAHLIA'S POV Why the rush?I honestly don’t know why Wellington Chane asked us to come so early to the courthouse.Well… maybe I do.His image matters to him a lot. And I am the exact kind of problem he would never want standing next to him in daylight.My life is messy, broken and scandal-filled.And he doesn’t want that dirt touching him. He's making it way too obvious that he'd have done anything to make sure I don't come into his life. Nani seems to be fate playing its dirty tricks to make sure we're stuck together.My hand rests on the document lying on my lap as I stare out the window. Everything feels heavy. Even my own body and thoughts.I feel angry at myself… at my body… because it keeps reacting in strange ways whenever he is close. My heart speeds up, my chest tightens, my breath changes.And the worst part? He clearly hates me.I swallow hard.How are we supposed to live together for eighteen months?How do two people who can barely stand each other… breathe the same air

DAHLIA'S POV “She died,” I finally say, biting down hard on my tongue to stop myself from crying out loud.The words feel heavy in my mouth like I’ve said them too many times… and yet they still hurt the same.I don’t understand why he suddenly wants to know things about me now.Why now? Before, he acted like I didn’t exist.As if I was nothing and I disgusted him.Now he's pretending, which isn't necessary since I know it's just acting because Cleo called him “Daddy.“I was holding her when she gave up the ghost,” I continue, my voice shaking despite how hard I try to steady it. “She just… stopped fighting. She gave up.”A broken laugh escapes me, and I taste the bitterness on my tongue. I feel empty thinking about it.Tears slide down my face, but I don’t bother wiping them away. I am the daughter of a mad woman. That’s what Christina always says.A woman who chose death over her own child.And my father… Fuck no, he stopped being my father that day. The day he sat in his office, i

DAHLIA’S POVI don’t see him again for the rest of that day. I don’t know if that is a good thing or a bad thing.Part of me feels relieved. Like I can finally breathe without his sharp eyes watching me, without feeling judged every second. But another part of me… a very quiet part… keeps waiting. Listening for his footsteps. Hoping, without wanting to admit it, that he would walk into the room again.Even after Cleo calms down and falls asleep earlier that evening, I still cannot stop thinking about everything that happened.The way his eyes ravished my body and… The way he froze… It keeps replaying in my head.Over and over again.After unpacking our bags slowly, folding our few clothes into the large wardrobe that feels too big for our small life, I go into the kitchen to make dinner. My hands move on their own as I cook something simple. A little soup, bacon and rice ball.Cleo wakes up for a while, and I help her sit up. I feed her gently, blowing on each spoon so it is not too h