All Chapters of A baby for my Billionaire Alpha Stepdaddy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 11: Just Like Old Times

Ofelia’s POVThe car pulled up to the mansion just as the sun was setting. I stepped out feeling completely drained. My feet throbbed in the heels I had worn all day. My head pounded from hours of Damien’s cold commands and impossible tasks. All I wanted was a hot shower, my bed, and maybe to forget the way he had caught me so easily before pushing me away like I meant nothing.The moment I walked through the front door, Victoria appeared with a bright smile. “There you are! I’ve been waiting all day.”She took one look at my tired face and her expression softened. “Oh honey, you look exhausted. Come on, let’s sit down.”She led me into the beautiful sitting room where tea and snacks were already waiting on a silver tray. I sank into the soft couch with a sigh, kicking off my heels. The warmth of the room and the familiar smell of chamomile tea made some of the day’s tension melt away. Victoria poured me a cup and sat beside me, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “So? How was your first

Chapter 12 – You Did What?!

Ofelia’s POVI pushed open the door to my room, arms full of shopping bags, and kicked it shut behind me with my foot. The bags landed on the bed with a soft thud, and I kicked off my heels with a long, dramatic sigh of relief. My feet were killing me, but the day with Mom had actually left me feeling lighter. For a few precious minutes, I forgot about Damien, the office torture, and the confusing mess my life had become. I just felt… normal.I started unpacking the new clothes, hanging up the beautiful blouses, skirts, and dresses Victoria had insisted on buying. I held one of the sleek navy dresses against myself in front of the mirror and smiled. “I now own more expensive clothes than I’ve had in my entire life,” I muttered to myself with a little laugh. It felt surreal.As I arranged everything in the big closet, it hit me—I hadn’t spoken to Mia in days. My best friend, the one who dragged me to that club in the first place, had no idea what kind of chaos had followed. Guilt twist

Chapter 13 : A Dangerous Dream

Ofelia’s POVI stared at Damien’s email for way too long, the single cold sentence glowing on my phone screen. “Be in my office at 7:00 a.m. sharp. Don’t be late.” I grumbled under my breath, “Impossible man,” and tossed the phone onto the bed. He couldn’t even add a ‘please’ or ‘good night.’ Just orders, like always.I got ready for bed slowly, washing my face and brushing my teeth on autopilot. The shopping bags from earlier sat neatly in the corner, a reminder of the nice day with Mom. For a few minutes, I let myself forget about Damien completely. I picked up a book from the shelf, hoping the story would pull me away from reality. But every time I tried to focus on the words, my mind wandered back to him—his deep voice giving commands, the way his strong arms had caught me so effortlessly in the office, the burning tension that filled the room whenever we were alone.Exhaustion finally won after I read the same paragraph three times. I turned off the lamp and drifted off thinking

Chapter 14: First Strike

Ofelia’s POVWe stood frozen in the hallway like two statues. My heart was still racing from the dream, and now Damien was right here in front of me, looking unfairly handsome in his sharp black suit. Neither of us spoke. The air felt thick and heavy. I was painfully aware of the dream version of him—warm, smiling, whispering sweet things in my ear. The real Damien looked at my new outfit for a second too long before he quickly turned his gaze away and cleared his throat.“Breakfast,” he said in that cold, commanding voice, then walked away as if nothing had happened.I followed several steps behind him, annoyed at how easily he regained control. My cheeks felt warm. Why did one look from him still affect me so much? I hated it.Victoria was already seated at the dining table when we arrived, looking fresh and happy. “Good morning, you two!” she said brightly.I forced a smile and sat down. Damien just nodded and took his usual place at the head of the table. Victoria carried most of

Chapter 15 : Stay Behind

Ofelia’s POVAfter receiving my ridiculous “first strike,” I spent the entire morning trying not to murder Damien. I handled call after call, updated his impossible schedule, answered dozens of emails, and organized mountains of paperwork. He remained cold and demanding, barking short orders without even looking at me most of the time. Every time I glanced at him across the desk, the realization from earlier kept replaying in my head. He might be jealous. The thought refused to leave me alone. Why would my mother’s husband be jealous of me talking to another man? It didn’t make sense. None of this made sense.By midday, I was exhausted from walking on eggshells. Damien suddenly looked up from his computer. “You’ll be attending an important client meeting with me. Take notes. Stay quiet unless spoken to. I expect perfection. No mistakes.”My stomach dropped. This was my first major meeting at the company. I was nervous, but I nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”The conference room was already

Chapter 16: to hell with tou

Ofelia’s POVThe conference room felt too big and too quiet with just the two of us in it. I stood near the door, still clutching my notebook like a shield. Damien remained standing near the head of the table, his suit jacket tossed carelessly over a chair. The silence stretched between us, heavy and dangerous. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.Damien’s voice finally broke the quiet. “Why was Richard paying so much attention to you?”I was stunned. “I didn’t do anything.”He wasn’t listening. His jaw was tight as he started listing every little interaction from the meeting. The conversation in the lobby earlier. The smiles. The compliments on my outfit. The dinner invitation. His voice grew sharper with every word.I tried to fight back. “I can’t control what other people say to me, Damien. I was just doing my job—taking notes like you told me to.”But my words only seemed to frustrate him more. His eyes darkened as he took a step closer. “You’re a distraction. You’

Chapter 17: she hates me

Damien’s POVThe conference room door slammed shut behind Ofelia.Silence settled over the room, but it wasn’t peaceful. It was suffocating.I remained exactly where I was, staring at the closed door as if she might walk back through it.She didn’t.Slowly, I lifted a hand to my cheek.It still stung.She had slapped me.A woman had just slapped Damien Voss.Any other day, any other person, they would have been fired before their hand even finished swinging.Instead…I couldn’t even be angry.I deserved it.My jaw tightened as I replayed the last few minutes in my head.Richard smiling at her.Richard complimenting her.Richard asking her to dinner.Then me…Accusing her.Telling her she enjoyed the attention.Looking at the outfit Victoria had bought for her and implying she wore it for other men.I closed my eyes.“Damn it.”What the hell had gotten into me?I had negotiated billion-dollar mergers without raising my voice.I’d sat across from ruthless competitors who wanted to destr

Chapter 18: A Quiet Corner

Ofelia’s POVBy the time I left Blackwood Enterprises, my emotions were completely drained. My eyes still felt puffy from crying in the restroom, and my palm still tingled from the slap I had given Damien. I couldn’t bear the thought of going back to the mansion yet. If I went home now, there was a real chance I would run into him, and after everything that had happened today, I wasn’t ready to look him in the face.My feet carried me aimlessly down the busy street. The city noise wrapped around me—honking cars, people chatting on phones, the distant rumble of construction. It all felt distant, like I was moving through a fog. Eventually, I spotted a small café tucked between two tall office buildings. It looked warm and quiet, with soft lighting spilling out onto the sidewalk. Exactly what I needed.The rich smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted me the moment I stepped inside. Soft music played through hidden speakers, and only a handful of people occupied the cozy tables. Perfect.

Chapter 19 : What Have I Done?

Damien’s POV I hissed under my breath as the call went straight to voicemail again. I lowered the phone and stared at the screen before immediately pressing her number once more. Ring. Ring. Voicemail. “Damn it, Ofelia.” I leaned back in my office chair and looked at the clock on the wall. It was already past closing time. Everyone had gone home hours ago. Everyone except me. I was still sitting here like a fool, waiting for a woman who wasn’t answering her phone. I rubbed my forehead in frustration. I had already called the mansion. She wasn’t there. Victoria hadn’t seen her since this morning. No one knew where she had gone after leaving the office. A hundred possibilities ran through my head. Had she quit? Had she gone back to that worthless ex of hers? Had something happened to her? The city wasn’t exactly safe after dark. I clenched my jaw. Maybe I should have someone keep an eye on her. Not to invade her privacy. Just… to make sure she was safe. The thought settled

Chapter 20: Silent Treatment

Ofelia’s POVI cried myself to sleep.Not because of Damien.That was the lie I kept repeating in my head as the tears soaked my pillow. The truth was that everything had finally caught up with me. Ethan’s betrayal. Losing my apartment. Starting over in a city that still felt foreign. Living in a mansion that didn’t feel like home. Working for a man who could make me furious one minute and completely confuse me the next.And last night…Last night had been the final straw.“Another one-night stand?”The words echoed through my mind like poison. He had looked at me as though I were cheap. Easy. Like I jumped from one man’s bed to another. I had given him something I had never planned to give a stranger—one reckless night born from heartbreak and too much alcohol. And somehow, he had managed to make me feel ashamed of it.No more.As I stared at my reflection the next morning, eyes still puffy from crying, I made myself a promise. I was done. Done crying. Done arguing. Done caring what

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