All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Fortune Baby : Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty-Two.^.^.^DOMINIC.^.^.^ “Uhhhh….are you sure Mr Volkov?” Natasha, my new secretary was practically gobsmacked by my request. My brows tightened, “I don’t pay you to question me, Miss Hassan. I’m on a time crunch, do as you’re told or leave the building.” She nodded frantically and bolted outside in the blink of an eye. I was in a feisty mood this morning, having fired over six staff members and yelling at practically everyone who crossed my way and acted out of the ordinary. They were pretty used to my glooming presence by now, having being tagged as the ‘Wicked wizard of east end’, but today was different. I just wasn’t angry. I wanted to destroy everything. My mother thought she was doing herself a favor by pegging Amelia for a gold digger, offering her a great deal of money to leave me which is absurd. My mother has never been one to care about my love life, neither did she really have this much disdain over the women I have brought in the past

Chapter Twenty-four.~.~.~AMELIA.~.~.~ I couldn’t believe my eyes. Dominic Volkov, a man known for being a terror in the eyes or anything corporate was being peed on by a one month old. The gobsmacked look on his face was priceless. “I suppose I might have miscalculated this part of the baby book.” He mumbled under his breath and I finally bursted into laughter. It was the funniest thing I’d ever seen. Clad in his now rumpled suit and soiled with the funky stench of his son’s urine. My heart felt lighter than it had in almost a year, and it was all thanks to him. “Funny,” deadpanned, he quickly wrung out of his shirt revealing a simple white tank underneath, “I’m happy you find my uncompromising state amusing, Amelia.” I giggled now, almost catching a smile at the corner of his mouth, one which quickly died down and returned to the controlling mask he bore onto like his life depended on it. “Go change,” I dismissed him, still having small tiffs of

Chapter Twenty Six “Your mother is distressed,” He said, barely acknowledging any pleasantry, “I did raise you to be weak, Dominic.” “You raised me to protect my own.” I fired balm. Cold. Precise. Hitting right on the nail like a Volkov would. His jaw tightened, “The girl is an outsider.” “The woman,” I corrected with an adamance, “Is my wife and mother of your grandchild. Maybe you should take some time to come see the boy for yourself, and pay less to the words of my mother.” “She’s my wife. I have to listen to her.” “Now who’s the weak one?” Tensed silence followed. My father was trying his possible best not to rise to my bait; a typical Volkov trait. Keep silent when provoked, and strike whilst your enemy least expects it. Volkovs do not rage. We punish when the time is right. “Your insolence will be forgiven just this once, “I see you’re willing to go to war for this wife of yours. Same as I will do for mine.” “Then we’ve reached an impas