All Chapters of Birthed For Me (From Guardian to Groom) : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The music pulsed through the walls like a living heartbeat, making the crystal chandeliers tremble overhead. Laughter, bass, and the clink of expensive glasses blended into a heady symphony. The club was alive, glowing with neon and golden light, rich perfume hanging thick in the air. Maurice Mayer strode through the entrance with the calm authority of a man who now owned everything his eyes touched. Flanking him were Martin, his sharp-eyed assistant, and the former manager of the club, a nervous man in a tailored suit who spoke quickly, pointing out layouts, VIP sections, and projected revenue streams. “…the main bar was renovated last quarter, sir. Capacity sits at four hundred, but on peak nights we’ve pushed six fifty,” the manager explained, his voice respectful. Maurice nodded, his sharp gaze scanning the space with quiet calculation. He had acquired the club only that afternoon. Now he wanted to see it breathe. People drifted in steadily, some laughing in groups, others gli

Maurice arrived at the mansion, unsurprised to find his parents waiting in their usual exaggerated fashion. His mother, Peggy, had roses scattered all over the ground. The house was lavishly decorated as if royalty were expected, and she herself was dressed elegantly, eyes glistening with emotion as she rushed toward him. “Maurice, my baby!” she cried, throwing her arms around him, covering his face with kisses. His father, Charles, smiled warmly, patting his son’s back. “My son, it’s been a while,” Charles said with quiet pride. “Look at you, Maurice. You’ve grown taller. I’ve missed you so much,” Peggy gushed dramatically. Maurice sighed and rolled his eyes. “Mom, I was here three months ago. Can you stop being so dramatic?” They walked inside, but no sooner had Maurice sat down than Peggy excused herself. She returned moments later, ushering in a young woman he recognized instantly. Matilda Jones. His childhood classmate. His mother’s friend’s daughter. His unwanted shadow

Maurice headed to the modest Rivers villa, choosing to come himself despite Luke’s eager offer to escort Mia. Luke was stunned by his humility and wasted no time calling his daughter, relaying the news with excitement. Mia, who had been on her way to her fashion house, had immediately turned back, her heart racing but traffic trapped her midway, eating away the precious minutes.By the time Maurice arrived, the Rivers family’s joy was overwhelming. They nearly worshipped the ground he walked on, fussing over him, trying to please him in every way. But that wasn’t what he wanted. Maurice had never been one to linger idly, never one to wait on anyone, yet here he was, seated patiently for nearly thirty minutes. Though disappointment flickered in his chest when Mia failed to appear, there was no trace of anger in him, only an unshakable hope that he would see her again.Luke tried his best to stall Maurice, searching for excuses, but when duty called, Maurice had no choice but to rise to

Mia’s sleek Porsche sports car purred into the upscale plaza, its glossy body catching the sunlight like liquid silver. She stepped out in heels that clicked with authority, her long hair flowing as though the wind bowed to her presence. With every stride into the expansive luxury mall, an air of richness surrounded her, so magnetic that the workers instantly stopped what they were doing and bowed in greeting, their respect genuine, their smiles almost reverent. After all, Mia wasn’t just a customer, she was the owner of the establishment. From childhood, Mia had always been called the lucky girl. It wasn’t just about beauty or charm, things seemed to fall perfectly into place for her in ways that defied logic. She dreamed big, and life, somehow, answered her in grand gestures. There were countless instances. One afternoon, while out shopping with the Rivers family, Nana Nancy had asked her to pick a simple dress for a family dinner. But Mia, with her innocent boldness, had tugged N

Maurice was fast asleep on his bed when he suddenly started having that same nightmare again. He saw himself helping a beautiful lady with blue eyes named Emily twice, followed by how he made Emily promise to give him her daughter. He trashed violently on the bed as the dream unfolds making beads of sweat to form on his face, until he suddenly jerked awake. Mia slumbered peacefully, akin to a little baby. She hadn’t slept so soundly in a long time. Stirring in bed, she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand before slowly opening them, only to be met by Maurice’s enlarged face looming before her. “What the hell?” Picture waking up early in the morning to find someone staring at your sleeping face. How creepy. Maurice barely slept that night. Every time he closed his eyes, the same nightmare clawed its way back, leaving him restless and uneasy. By dawn, he lay awake, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it. Why this dream? Why so often? And why did it star