All Chapters of Alpha's Eight Secret Babies: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Clara’s POVAfter dropping the kids off at school, I hurried to my workplace.The street was already noisy with vendors shouting prices and buses honking as they sped past. Sweat gathered on my forehead, but I didn’t mind. It was another normal day — or so I thought.My workplace was a tailoring shop on Commercial Street. The signboard above the entrance read Oli’s Stitches in bold red letters, though the edges had started fading. Inside, the familiar smell of fabric, starch, and machine oil filled the air. Threads of different colors hung neatly on the walls. Two sewing machines clicked softly in rhythm as the other workers bent over their work.I hung my bag on the small hook by the door, tied my scarf tighter, and walked to my station. My hands moved automatically — cutting, folding, stitching. Years of practice had made me fast. I wasn’t rich, but this job kept food on the table. It let my daughter, Mannie, and her eight children eat and smile. That was enough for me.Time flew. B

Mannie’s POV“Sorry, I came without informing you,” David immediately apologized. He didn’t struggle when I dragged him.His voice was calm, but I could feel the weight behind it. He didn’t even try to pull away from my grip. His tall frame followed quietly until we stepped onto the balcony. The air was cool and smelled faintly of rain. The clouds above were thick, covering the fading light of the evening sun.I released his wrist and folded my arms, trying to calm the heat rising in my chest. My heart was still pounding from the shock of seeing him inside my home, surrounded by my children, hearing them call him Daddy. That word still echoed painfully in my ears.I glared at him. “Tsk… did Dominic send you to investigate me or what?” I said with a scowl, my tone sharp and defensive.He shook his head almost immediately. “No, no… he didn’t. You have my child.”My brows shot up, and a short, humorless laugh escaped my lips. “Ha… I don’t know, you and Dominic must have really hit your h

Mannie’s POVGoing back home this time around, I hailed a cab. My feet were too tired to walk, and my mind—too full.The driver rolled down the window slightly. Cool air rushed in, brushing against my face. The city lights blurred past as the car moved, and I leaned my head against the window, watching them fade into streaks of gold and white.I sighed quietly. “What is Michael even thinking?” I muttered, more to myself than anyone else.The envelope sat on my lap. I opened it once again, even though I had already looked at it twice before. Inside was a check. The amount written on it made my heart jolt the first time I saw it. It wasn’t a small sum.But the more I stared at it, the heavier it felt.I folded the check back neatly and pressed it between my palms. “I’m not using this,” I said under my breath.No matter how tempting it looked, I couldn’t bring myself to accept his money. Michael wasn’t someone I wanted any tie with—not even a thread of obligation.Every time I crossed pa

3rd POVFinally, the day was over. That was Mannie’s only thought as the last of the children drifted off to sleep.Their soft breathing filled the room, and for the first time that night, silence settled like a warm blanket. She sat there for a while, watching their tiny faces in the dim light.Peace. Real peace.It felt so fragile that she didn’t even want to move, afraid the quiet would break if she did.Her eyelids felt heavy. She leaned back slightly, her arm brushing against one of the children. Nate shifted in his sleep, clutching her shirt with a small hand.Mannie smiled faintly and smoothed his hair.“Good night, my lovelies,” she whispered.When she was sure all of them were deeply asleep, she rose carefully, one step at a time, her bare feet silent against the floor. She tucked the blanket around them, then reached for the light switch.Click.Darkness.Only the soft moonlight slipped through the curtain.She sighed softly. “Mum, please just go to sleep,” she prayed under

MANNIE'S POVI rubbed my temples as I stepped out of the school gate.The sun was barely up, and the air smelled of exhaust and early morning dew. But I couldn’t feel the calm in it. My head pounded like a drum.After everything that happened this morning—after dealing with my brother, Sandra, her sister-in-law, and my mother—I just wanted silence.Silence and peace.I didn’t even care if I had to sit in traffic for hours. Anything was better than being home in that suffocating tension.I leaned on the chair in the cab, i exhaled slowly, and whispered, “God, please. Let today go smoothly.”The children’s laughter from the playground still echoed in my ears, soft and sweet. At least they were happy. That was enough to keep me standing.The cab soon arrived at the company. After paying my fares, I got out of the cab.I straightened my clothes, adjusted my bag, and started walking toward the company gate.The moment I stepped into the building, the air changed.Whispers.Low, sharp whisp