All Chapters of A Secret Baby For The Billionaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

WELLINGTON'S POVWhat the hell!She doesn’t belong here.This place is a lion’s den, filled with predators hiding behind expensive suits and fake smiles, and she should be far away from it, back in the safety of the penthouse, taking care of her daughter, taking care of herself… maybe even thinking about me in between those quiet moments.Not here in this club.And definitely not moving her body for a man whose intentions are written all over his face, intentions that don’t go beyond bending her over a table and fucking her brains out.And he’s not the only one. The moment she walked in, every single head turned.I saw and felt it.Men who were halfway lost in their pleasures suddenly became alert, their attention snapping toward her like wolves catching scent of fresh blood. A man at the door had taken her coat and cap as they walk in, bold and reckless, clinging to the arm of some older bastard who looked at her like he wanted to devour her whole.His eyes weren’t any different from

WELLINGTON'S POV“You didn’t fucking lead spies to my house, Dahlia! What the hell is wrong with you?”I don’t even try to control my tone anymore. It comes out loud and raw, every ounce of anger, fear, and frustration spilling through without restraint.She doesn’t understand anything. I know she doesn’t, but why the hell can’t she just listen to me?Why does she always have to push, to test, to walk straight into danger like she has something to prove?I’m doing all of this to protect her and Cleo and Nani. They don't have to know everything so they get pulled into it.I’m fighting battles she doesn’t even know exist, keeping them far away from the darkness I’m buried in, and yet she keeps stepping right into it, like she’s some trouble magnet.“All you had to do was listen to me!” I continue, my voice rising as the pressure in my chest builds. “If you wanted your friend over, you could have just told me. It’s that simple!”But nothing with her is ever simple.“Instead, you go aroun

WELLINGTON'S POV“What do you plan to do about Vicente?”Dahlia’s voice cuts through the rhythm of my punches, and I turn too quickly, grabbing the punch bag before it swings back hard enough to hit my face.“I’ll call her parents. Not today, though.” I snatch a bottle of water from the small table beside the lounge chair, take long gulps, then pour the rest over my already wet body, letting it run down my chest and back.It’s early morning.I started working out an hour ago, pushing myself harder than usual, trying to clear my head, but the moment I heard her footsteps, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.Because she’s here. And Dahlia is not something I can ignore.She’s a full-time job too, an unavoidable distraction I can’t seem to shut out no matter how hard I try.“I’ve got an emergency to take care of,” I add when she keeps looking at me sideways, like she’s trying to read between every word I’m saying.My phone buzzes again.We both glance at it at the same time, and the name

WELLINGTON’S POV“Into the truck, now! Jump!”The woman’s voice cuts through the noise behind us, breathless and commanding, rising above the constant echo of gunfire that tears through the night. She is still shooting, still holding off the men chasing us as we run, but something in her tone forces us to stop all at once, our feet freezing against the ground as if she has just asked us to run straight into the flames of the fire we are running from.“Don’t be scared, I’d never hurt you. I saved you all just now, remember?” she adds quickly, as though she can feel the fear gripping us, the hesitation that crawls through every bone in our bodies.“We don’t trust you. That’s what we’ve been told almost our whole lives, and now you’re asking us to hop into another container?” one of the girls cries, her voice shaking as she backs away, her head moving side to side in refusal.“Yeah, you could be taking us to another hell. We are not going anywhere with you!” another girl adds, her fear t

WELLINGTON'S POV“Keep your eyes on him and report every move back to me,” I say into the phone, my voice steady even though my thoughts are anything but. The wind from the helicopter blades roars behind me as I step down, my shoes hitting the ground with purpose as I head straight toward the Maserati waiting ahead.I don’t slow down or look back.“Welcome back, boss. Where am I taking you first?” the driver asks the moment I slide into the backseat.“Take me to the lakeside penthouse,” I reply, already dialing another number, my attention locked on the screen as the line connects.Amos has never driven me before, he's a new hire amongst the security team and I asked that the head of security assign him to drive me for a while so I can see how far he's willing to go to prove himself.“What’s the situation?” I ask the second Ross picks up.“He’s stubborn,” Ross answers, his voice rough as usual, strained and breathless, like he’s still in the middle of it. “I’ve chopped off almost all