All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Fortune Baby : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter Eleven Resignation. My body barely had any fight in it left as he walked away, leaving me with the grave decision to sign the papers that could literally take Mikhail away from me if I tried fighting for my freedom. I bit my lower lip till I could taste metallic flesh, quickly wiping away my tears as the lawyer walked up to me. I could read the pity in his eyes, as I was probably the most unhappy bride he’d ever seen. “On the bright side,” he stated, “Should you ever decide to leave my client—there’s a handsome payment of spousal support to soothe any ill feelings towards him.” Handsome payment?!! He was going to take my child away from me and reward me with money?!! “Your client is a demon,” I spat out bitterly. Furiously, i opened the crumpled document and scribbled my signature on it, “There, it’s all signed. My life is officially over.” “Mrs Volkov there’s no— “It’s Earhart!” I fired, hating myself for raising my voice at an innoc

Chapter Thirteen .^.^.^.DOMINIC.^.^.^. “I will not have you call my child a bastard!!” It was unbecoming of a Volkov to raise their voice. I was raised to keep my emotions in check. Never falter. Never waver. Always have a blank expression and strike whilst the enemy no longer deems me a threat. At the moment, all lessons taught by my father went out the window the moment my very own mother called my child a bastard. “You will not raise your voice at me, Dominic.” She fired back calmly, her tone laced with authority in a way I already knew and was used to. She could try dominating in the midst of her fancy club members, but i was an adult—a powerful one. “I will raise my voice as I see fit, mother.” “Not at me!” I sighed deeply, seeing as it was impossible to make her see her wrong, and turned to my father, “A Volkov does not insult another Volkov. My child is legally a Volkov as I have married his mother, I will not tolerate his paternity being

Chapter Fifteen “This is preposterous.” I said calmly despite my eyes gleaming with anger and confusion, “I never wrote this. “Well the fax came right from your office like it usually does, sir,” Maria replied with her right brow peaking with curiosity, “Are you saying you didn’t write that item, same as everything else on the list.” I snorted, “Don’t be absurd Maria. I would never call my child’s paternity into question, not even when his mother and I are at war. Mikhail is mine—I wouldn’t dare question it.” Rising up from my chair, as my usual morning appetite dissipated into thin air, I checked the time and sighed deeply, “Plus, if I wanted to know Mikhail’s paternity I wouldn’t use subterfuge to get it. I’m a straightforward man.” But did Amelia know that?? All she saw was an arrogant, Ruthless and egotistical maniac of a boss. Well she’s not wrong about that—I was arrogant, rightfully so, after keeping the greatness of the Volkovs in place. What I wasn’t,

Chapter Seventeen “H-how?” My voice was hoarse, practically muffled as Maria showed me the headline written with bold letters on a sleazy blog, “How’d they know?” There it was; “‘LOWLY SECRETARY TURNED GOLD DIGGING WIFE AND MOTHER—Seems like Amelia Earhart of Volkov enterprise has finally caught a big break with seducing her boss.’” It was just one of many of the nasty articles being printed about me. My fingers trembled as my eyes scanned through the comments I scrolled over, they all ranged from; ‘The Volkov family deserves better than a cheap slut’ to ‘Dominic Volkov is easier to deceive than I thought’ There were even some comments about Mikhail being a bastard. If I wasn’t already tired before I was now—mental exhaustion simply just wasn’t cutting it—I was out of my mind. “It’s all a bunch of nonsense,” Maria finally snatched the phone away from my grasp, “Obviously he wanted me to keep this from you but I— My head sprang up as my eyes widened,

Chapter Nineteen.^.^.^DOMINIC.^.^.^ Let’s just say I was a man with twisted pleasures, and watching my wife fret and nauseous over sharing a bed with me should be insulting but I got a dirty satisfaction out of it. Despite my uncanny pleasures, I simply wanted Amelia to sleep on a comfortable bed instead of the sofa barely big enough to contain a man of my stature. The terror plastered over every corner of her face was just a positive bonus as she did infact lie and keep my child away from me. I still haven’t forgotten her punishment. “Here,” I muttered, handing her a pair of silk pajamas, “Maria claims your wardrobe hasn’t arrived yet.” “I could just go back to my old apartment and get the rest of my things,” she mumbled bitterly under her breath. I ignored it, still handing out the silk pair. “Whose is this?” “The provision of female sleep wear is always available in my closet, incase of…..” my voice trailed off and the ghastly look on her face