Todos los capítulos de My Billionaire Boss Baby Daddy Doesn't Remember Me: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

DanteWe managed to console Marie after her nightmare, sitting beside her on the bed until her sobs turned into quiet sniffles.I rubbed her back gently while Jenna wiped the remaining tears off her small cheeks."It was just a dream, sweetie," I told her softly, keeping my voice as calm as possible."None of it was real. Mommy is right here, and so am I."Marie looked between the two of us, her eyes red, but she slowly nodded against Jenna's chest.Jenna offered to take her to her old school, promising they could stop by to buy ice cream on the way and visit her favorite teacher.The moment Marie heard about the ice cream and seeing her teacher, her little face brightened up .That was how she was finally pacified, the fear leaving her mind as quickly as it had come.Personally, I had wanted to transfer Marie to a prestigious private academy starting today.I wanted top-tier security, private gates, and elite staff guarding her every step.But seeing how excited she was to meet her f

Chen I pressed the red button on the screen and cut the call. I barely had a second to drop the burner phone onto the dusty table before the metal door burst open. Daniel slammed into the room like a hurricane. Before I could even register his expression, his fist connected directly with my jaw. The force sent me stumbling backward into a stack of wooden crates. "What the fuck did you just do?" Daniel roared, his voice shaking the empty walls. "Why the hell did you involve a child? A little girl, Chen?" I wiped the trickle of blood from the corner of my mouth and began

JennaThe moment I held Marie in my arms at the dock, I refused to let her go.I clung to her small body as if she might disappear into thin air if I relaxed my grip for even a second.Dante had been beside us, his hand comforting on my shoulder, while the police cleared the area and dealt with the bloody scene.For the next two days, Marie and I didn't step a foot outside the house.We stayed indoors, wrapped up in blankets, building pillow forts in the living room and reading her favorite storybooks.I needed to see her face every minute of the day just to remind myself that she was safe, whole, and right here with me.She clung to me too, staying close to my side whenever we moved from room to room.While we hid away inside the safety of the house, Dante took care of business on the outside.He personally dealt with her previous school, using his influence and legal team to destroy their reputation for their carelessness.They had allowed an unknown person near my child, and Dante

Jenna "Are you going to tell me what you actually bought in there, or are you just going to keep smiling like a creep?" I asked, looking across the center console at him as he parked the car in the underground garage of the mansion. Dante unbuckled his seatbelt, turning off the ignition with a soft smirk. "I bought what I needed to buy," he said smoothly, unlatching his door. "You're impossible," I muttered, shaking my head as I climbed out. We carried the sleeping Marie upstairs together, gently tucking her into her bed before retreating to our master bedroom. Once the door was closed and we were finally alone, the playful mood from the car ride slowly shifted.

JennaI stood in the center of the master suite still wearing the white silk of my wedding dress, the soft fabric whispering against my skin every time I shifted. Dante’s hands were steady as he worked the long row of tiny buttons down my back. Each one slipped free with quiet precision until the dress loosened and slid from my shoulders. He caught it before it could pool on the floor, laying it carefully over a chair as if it were something sacred.“Come,” he said, voice low.He guided me into the adjoining bathroom. The shower was already running, steam curling against the glass. Dante helped me step under the warm spray, then followed, still in his trousers. He washed me with slow, thorough care—shampooing my hair, rinsing it, soaping every inch of my body with a soft cloth. His hands never rushed. When he turned off the water he wrapped me in a large towel, dried me gently, then sat me in the chair in front of the vanity and took his time drying my hair with another towel unti