All Chapters of A BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LESLIEI forgot that I was in pain the moment Max fell beside me on the bed.“You are hurt! Oh my God!” I panicked for the umpteenth time since that day.I grabbed Max and tried to pull him up, but he was too heavy, and I ended up groaning in vain. Max lifted his right hand. He was trying to tell me something, but the pain couldn’t let him speak.The blood gushing from his side stained the white bedspread, spilling to the red carpet on the floor.“What do I do?! Tell me what to do!” My head was filled with so many thoughts, but I was unable to figure out what to do.“Call the Doctor!” Max managed to speak with a weak tone, then he pointed at the phone inside his pocket.I grabbed it at once, but I found out that it was locked.“What’s the password?!” I turned to Max, but his distrust lingered even while he struggled for life.“Tell me your password, Max! How else am I supposed to call the Doctor?!” I was vexed, my annoyance showing on my face.“Two…” Max coughed, strugglin

MAXThe old lady saw the desperation on my face, but I was not sure if it was a good idea to speak.“Why do you want to know, Mrs. Romano? Do you know this man?” I asked, staring at I, who stayed silent.“I am trying to figure out something, Mrs. Summer. This is very important to me.” I was certain that it was a bad idea to tell my the truth.“Just tell me everything you know about Seth Crane.” I pleaded, hoping that the old lady was going to budge.Mrs. Summer sighed. “I don’t think this is a good idea, Mrs. Romano.” I was already beginning to consider telling I what I wanted to her.I looked around, and after being certain that no one was watching them, I returned my gaze to I and spoke in a whisper.“Mr. Crane and Max’s fat used to run a business together many years ago. They used to be very close; Mr. Crane was always coming around until he suddenly stopped…” Mrs. Summer paused, but I had gotten so interested in the story that I wanted my to continue badly.“Why do you thi

LESLIE’S POVI woke up the next morning filled with so much relief. I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept so peacefully without Max trying to have his way with me, and any attempt to deny him access to my body always led to torture.I turned to his position, and I realized that he had gone for his usual early morning run. I felt so much relief. I had my bath and headed to the kitchen.Max sent all the domestic staff away and made me do all the cooking and cleaning. In his words, there was no way he was going to spend all that money, and I wouldn’t work for it.“What are you doing?” Came his deep, startling voice from the kitchen door after about forty-five minutes, and as usual, I was jolted, almost dropping the whisk in my hand to the ground.With my breath unstable and my hands a little shaky, I managed to turn to look at him while he stood at the door, his eyes full of resentment. He was fully clothed in his black tuxedo suit.“I am making you some scrambled eggs, coffee, a

LESLIE’s POV“Come on. This way.” He said with his coy smile as he led me through the crowd toward the end of the hall where the bathroom was located.I turned back severally to see that Max and his friend had gone far toward the high table where some other dignitaries were seated.Suddenly, my heart started to pound really fast, while I struggled to keep up with walking with my feet that seemed as though they were about to lose their balance.“This way.” He led me to the door of the bathroom, and then he let go of my hand.“One moment.” Slowly, he pushed the metal door with both hands, and then he gestured to me to go in, but I was reluctant.“Come on, I am not gonna hurt you.” He assured me with a smile, and I eventually went in, not because I trusted him, but because I felt the itching from the wine on my skin. Slowly, I walked into the bathroom, and he followed me at once, shutting the door behind him and bolting it.“Why did you lock the door?”“Relax, LESLIE. You are meant to h

LESLIEI spent the next three weeks thinking about the events of the fateful night and fantasizing about some of the things I wanted to do with Ansel.It had been twenty-one days since I woke up to discover that Ansel had left me and gone back to Texas the next morning, leaving me a note on top of the Cabinet, alongside my car remote key.I held onto the note on a piece of paper and read through it just like I did severally since that night.“You are an angel, and angels deserve the best.” I chuckled excitedly, and then I pressed the paper to my chest and held onto it with both hands.I was still filled with the euphoria of the memories of that night when my phone suddenly rang, pushing me back to reality.Slowly, I extended my right hand and grabbed the phone from the bed, right beside my packed luggage.“Hello, Mum.”“Yes, baby. Are you set yet? Do you want me to ask your family to send his private jet? I really want you to arrive safely.”“I am fine, Mum. You really don’t have to w