All Chapters of Birthed For Me (From Guardian to Groom) : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1: His Quiet Obsession

The car door had barely clicked shut when she hit me like a tornado. A cloud of floral perfume and silky fabric swirled around me as she launched herself into my arms, nearly knocking me backward onto the gravel driveway. Warm, frantic kisses rained all over my face. There was only one person in the world who greeted people with that kind of wild, unstoppable energy. “Mom,” I groaned, though I couldn't stop the small smile tugging at my mouth. I tried to gently peel her arms away. “I’m thirty-one. People are staring at the ‘baby’ being tackled in the driveway.” Pamela Mayer just laughed, squeezing me tighter. “Nonsense. You could be a hundred and gray, Maurice. You’ll always be the boy I brought home in a yellow blanket. Get used to it.” I shook my head, grabbing my bag from the trunk. As I followed her inside, the familiar scent of home, cinnamon and old floor wax, hit me, along with a heavy dose of dread. I hadn’t stepped foot in this house in six months for a reason. The

Chapter 2: It all Started with a Baby

The Soul Tie The hospital air tasted like bleach and hell. Every time I tried to expand my lungs, my shattered ribs sparked a white-hot fire. My back was a mess of bandages and burnt skin, but the physical agony was a dull hum compared to the panic in my chest. Is Mia safe? That was the only thought that mattered. I squeezed my eyes shut, and the heavy fog of the pain medication dragged me back to the one day I had spent twenty years trying to bury. October 16, 1996 I was ten years old, sitting on a hard plastic chair in a hallway, I remember not being sick but felt a huge lump in my throat and dread wash over me like adrenaline, it was as if the universe was trying to tell me that something significant will soon take place right there. Even though I didn’t understand at the time, I knew I felt weird. My grandmother was in surgery after a fall, and in all the confusion, the adults had completely forgotten about me. Hospitals feel endless when you’re a child. Every corridor look

Chapter 3: She Became my Everything

That night, the dinner table felt like a minefield. My father was focused on his plate, talking about hospital bills and recovery times. Then, a soft, high-pitched whimper floated down from the stairs. My father’s fork hit the plate with a sharp clink. He looked up, his brow furrowed. “Is that a baby crying? Whose child is that?” My heart stopped. My palms went slick with sweat. I looked at Mrs. Nancy, then back at my father, forcing my voice to stay steady despite the earthquake happening inside me. “It’s Mrs. Nancy’s niece’s baby,” I said quickly. “She dropped her off earlier. She’s leaving the country for studies.” “Oh,” Dad replied, completely uninterested. “That’s good. A baby around the house will liven things up for Grandma. She loves babies.” He even smiled a little. I forced an awkward smile back and buried my face in my bowl, avoiding Mrs. Nancy’s sharp, questioning stare. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. The lie was told. The path was set. She wasn't j

Chapter 4: Eyes That Forgot Me

That single word was a death sentence. I stood rooted to the spot as I stared at her. My tongue felt like a dry stone in my mouth. Just four quiet syllables, yet they were enough to tilt my entire world off its axis, sending everything I knew into a freefall. I watched Tom’s reaction, it was instinctive, the way a predator protects its own. His arm curled around Mia, pulling her back toward the house as if she needed shielding from a monster. From me. My eyes stayed with her until the door was shut to my face, and with that finality, something in my chest caved inward, it was like, watching everything I’d built collapse in slow-motion. I felt like a ghost walking through my own life. But Mia's eyes. Those were what cut deepest. Three years. For three agonizing years, I had held onto the memory of her like a prayer. Her breathless laugh. Those dimples.The tiny weight of her hand reaching for mine. I kept those moments sacred. But she looked at me now like I was dirt on a window

Chapter 5: Claiming her Back

The private jet’s stairs touched the tarmac, and Maurice Mayer descended. At thirty-two, he didn't just walk; he commanded the air around him. His bespoke suit mapped a frame hardened by years of discipline, and his face, all sharp angles and cold, noble precision, drew every eye at the terminal. He wasn't the boy who had left ten years ago. He was a predator who had swallowed industries whole. An entourage of bodyguards trailed him like shadows, one rushing to pull the door of a black Maybach. Maurice stepped inside without a word. He was the youngest billionaire in the city. A Harvard prodigy who hadn't just expanded his family’s empire, he’d built his own from the wreckage of his competitors. Two hours later, Maurice sat at the head of a mahogany boardroom table. He simply twirled a pen between his fingers while directors sweated through their presentations. His dark eyes absorbed every weakness in their plans. When the meeting ended, he retreated to his office. Moments later

Chapter 6: The Intruder's Kiss

Maurice was sunk in deep, heavy sleep when he felt it. A warm, feminine presence slid over his body. He stirred, trying to open his eyes, but a soft weight pressed him back down into the mattress. Strong thighs straddled his hips, and before he could react, eager hands pinned his wrists above his head. "Wait... who are you?" He snapped. But almost immediately, a low, husky voice whispered back, “Shhh…” He felt full, soft lips crash against his. The kiss was hungry and demanding. Her tongue pushed deep into his mouth, stroking his, sucking on it greedily while she ground her heat against his growing erection. He groaned into her mouth, instinctively trying to grab her, but she was faster. She grabbed both his wrists with surprising strength and guided them upward. He heard two soft metallic *clicks* one after the other. Cold steel locked around his wrists, securing each arm to opposite sides of the headboard. He was spread open and helpless. "Hey—fuck—wait," he gasped, tugging ha

Chapter 7: A Battle of Claims

Nana Nancy sat in the quiet restaurant a few streets from her house, her fingers drumming restlessly on the polished wooden table. Her eyes flicked to the door every few seconds. Thirty minutes of waiting had left her caught between hope and dread.Then he walked in.The whole room seemed to tilt. Maurice moved with a quiet, commanding grace that turned heads, with no trace left of the boy she once knew. Tall, sharp, and self possessed, he carried an aura that made the air feel heavier. The little Maurice she remembered had been erased by time.For a split second, pride flickered in her chest. What a man he had become.He reached her table and sat down with controlled elegance. His eyes scanned her face, taking in the wrinkles and the weariness, before he gave a small, distant nod.“Maurice, my boy…” Nana’s voice cracked. “It’s really you. Look at you, all grown up. How have you been?”“So so.”“And your parents?”“They are well,” he said flatly.Nana forced a warm smile, but her hear

Chapter 8: Bound by a Promise

Nana Nancy sat quietly, her wrinkled hands clasped around the teacup as though drawing strength from its warmth. On the surface, she looked calm, but her heart churned with unease. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but Mia was her precious little girl. She could not bear the thought of having her taken away. Not now, not ever also for confidential reasons, something she has never told anyone. From the very first day Mia entered their home, everything in their lives had changed. Fortune smiled on them. Every venture prospered, every hardship melted away. Nancy had always believed Mia was their lucky charm. She had said it many times, but her son only laughed it off, calling her foolishly superstitious. Still, Nancy knew better. She had watched with her own eyes how their world transformed after Mia’s arrival. How could she allow such a blessing to leave her home? Even if it meant standing against Maurice Mayer himself, she would never let go. That same night, Maurice returned t

Chapter 9: The Daughter he Abandoned

A man in his late fifties was seen standing in front of a huge door. Despite his somber expression, he still looked very handsome for his age. After losing his wife, he had kept all her belongings locked up in this room and never had the courage to open it. However, after twenty years, he decided to face his fear today, which was why he stood before the door. Even though he had convinced himself to enter the room and reminisce about his late wife, Emily, standing before the door now, he seemed to lack the courage. Carlos stood before the door for over an hour before finally bracing himself up and opening it. The room appeared filled with dust and cobwebs since it had been uninhabited for a while. He walked In slowly, looking around as everything he saw transported him back to twenty years ago. He soon stood before a safe and punched the keys in his head, causing the safe to open. A smile crept across his face; even after twenty years, he still knew how Emily thinks. He was aware t

Chapter 10: Desperate Choices

The Rivers were all gathered around the dining table when Luke walked in, his face dark and stormy. The air shifted instantly, and even the clatter of cutlery seemed to quiet. Lucia’s eyes narrowed as she caught the heaviness in his expression. “What happened, Luke?” she asked cautiously. He sank into his chair with a heavy sigh. “It really looks like we’re going under this time.” Her brows knitted. “What do you mean?” Luke leaned forward, rubbing his temples. “Apart from everything we’re already struggling with, you won’t believe this: the Meyers Company is now dragging us into competition over even the smallest contracts. They’re thriving, yet they keep fighting us for scraps we desperately need. These jobs may mean nothing to them, but for us, they’re survival. It feels deliberate, as if they want to drive us straight into a corner.” Lucia shook her head in disbelief. “But why? We’ve never wronged the Meyers. How can a small company like ours hope to fight against them?”

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