“Y-you love me?” I whispered, afraid that if I talked louder, I would faint. My brown eyes were as wide as the sun as I took in his dead serious expression. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t fricken believe it.‘My ears are deceiving me. My ears are definitely deceiving because that’s the only way I could hear Dante say I love you, Olivia.’“Yes, I do. I love you, Olivia.” Dante nodded. There was not a single drop of doubt in his voice, which had turned gentle, or on his face, which had turned soft. He knew what he was saying, and he was bold and sure about it.“This can’t be happening. This can’t be fricken happening.” I mumbled to myself, breaking free from his hold—or rather, he let me go because I was looking confused as heck—and I stumbled away from him, creating a distance between us so I could think.“You’re joking, right? This is a really expensive prank, you know, Dante.” I forced a dry, high-pitched laugh and shook my head.
I had completely forgotten about that. It was pretty easy when I was floating on cloud nine and so close to getting laid. “You shouldn’t have brought that up. Now you’ve ruined the mood.” I frowned, lifting my head from his neck and turning my gaze back to his face. His expression still had lust written all over it, though he tried to school it. I was sure one little kiss would break his resolve to talk, and he would take me to his bed. As inviting as the idea sounded, he was right; we needed to talk about the messages I had been receiving. “I’m sorry, love, but your safety is my utmost importance. We have put an end to Laura’s shenanigans.” Dante kissed my forehead. I bit my lips, trying not to grin like a fool at the sweet nickname. I could get used to being called that. “Fine. Even though I wanted to pretend she didn’t exist for just this night, I guess you’re right. I’ve avoided dealing with her for too long.” I pouted, playing with his hair strands to keep my mind distracted f
The kiss was longer and more passionate than I expected, and I almost got lost in it, but I couldn’t. Not when there was a large, long eww that came from one of my sons, most likely Michael. That was enough to keep me grounded in the reality that Dante was kissing me right in front of their innocent little eyes. I hit his shoulder, and he let go of me.“Now that’s the kiss I was looking for.” Dante smirked, dragging his tongue over his bottom lips as if relishing my taste, and my whole face turned bright red.‘He really has no shame. How could he do something like that in front of kids?’“Why did you kiss my mama like that?” Leon scowled and marched towards us. He stopped by Dante and gave him the most cold glare I had ever seen him give anyone. I never even knew he could ever look at someone like that. I guess that was something he got from his father.“She was supposed to kiss you on the head, so why did you kiss her on the lips?” he hissed.“Why not? She’s my girlfriend, so I can.”
From the little time we interacted, the titbits Dante told me, and meeting her elder brother, it didn’t take me long to discover Eve lived an extremely sheltered life as a child, and is still forced to live that way. And she loathed it, a lot.Even though she was twenty-one, her father was constantly breathing down her neck, wanting to know her every move, what she did, what she ate, where she went, who she spoke to, and a lot of crazy things like that, and it always drove her mad.I couldn’t blame her; if my father was like that, I would have almost run mad myself.From what I heard, she was still leaving with him, against her wishes, still had a curfew, and wasn’t able to leave the house without his permission. It was surprising she was even able to come visit me.To me, it felt too much and too restricting. I didn’t get why he would want to give Eve, a grown-up young lady, the Rapunzel treatment. Dante said it was for her protection, but I couldn’t quite understand.Sure, she menti
It was just morning, and today was turning out to be the craziest yet wonderful, but extremely crazy, day of my life. Dante and I had confessed our love to each other in a romance novel-worthy way; we had a hot make-out session that made me wet just thinking about it; I was so close to getting laid; I had convinced my boys that I could be a girlfriend and mother at the same time; and when I thought it couldn’t get any more crazy, Eve came up with her wild questions.I don’t know what exactly caught me off guard and got me flustered to the core, the way she asked the scandalous question with all boldness or the pure curiosity glowing in her eyes that stared at me, eager to get answers.Dante, being Dante, was laughing his butt off at my predicament like it was a comedy skit playing before him, and I sent him a dirty glare.“And stop laughing at me. This isn’t funny.” I hissed at him and nudged his side.“I’m sorry, but your reaction is hilarious.” He said between peals of laughter. Of
“What!” I gasped, breathless, as if all the air in the room had disappeared. I didn’t understand. I didn’t understand one bit. How was it not from Laura? Dante had said she had planned the scandal, and she, or whoever sent the messages to me, said they also caused the scandal, so how could they not be the same person? “How can that be? The sender confessed they planned the scandal, which you deduced was done by Laura. How could they not be the same person?” Dante frowned, voicing the question I was too shocked to ask. “I’m not saying Laura isn’t involved or this isn’t part of her schemes, but someone else is sending these messages.” Caesar clarified. “Couldn’t it be that one of her henchmen or minion is doing her dirty work?” I asked, searching for a reasonable explanation for what he had said. She was in a mafia group, right? And she seemed to be one of the top dogs there, so it was very possible that she would have henchmen, or minions, or underlings do her bindings, right? “We
“Why not?” I snapped my head at Dante. Wasn’t he the same person who asked me to be his date at the same event? Why was there a sudden change in plans?“Because you just got shot yesterday, that’s why.” He frowned at me. “You can’t possibly be thinking about going out again in less than twenty-four hours.”He was making sense, and I agreed with him because a part of me thought it was a crazy idea. What happened yesterday was traumatic, and I definitely won’t be going to that mall because of it, but I really did want to attend the gala event. Ever since Dante asked me out, it was always on my mind. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and I was anxiously waiting for the day to come. Laura and her partner in crime weren’t going to ruin something I had anticipated with their assassination. I was going to woman up and enjoy myself at the gala—that was if my date still wanted to go.“I know, but ever since you told me about it, I’ve been dying to attend and see what a ga
“They’re going to be fine, Olivia. I promise.” Dante’s arm slid around my waist, pulling me closer to his body, and I leaned my head against him. “And they wouldn’t be gone for long. Once Laura, her father, and whoever is troubling us are in jail, we’ll hop on the next flight and bring them home. I’ll announce to the whole world that you are my girlfriend. Our beautiful family will be complete, happy, and stronger than ever.” ‘Our family.’ My smile brightened at those wonderful words. Some months ago, I would have cringed at just the thought of being called a family with Dante, but at that moment, it was so right. Like it was always meant to be. “I love the sound of that.” I lifted my head and pressed a peck on his cheek. He grinned at me, cupping my face, and gave me a small, quick kiss on my lips. “It should be a crime for someone’s lips to be as addicting as yours.” He murmured and gave me another one, deeper and more sensual than the first. My body, as always, came alive at his
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‘Mum, Dad, I did it. I made our dream come true.’ I smiled as I sat at my table; my gaze swept through the room and pride washed over me. I finally did it; I finally realised my parents’ and my dreams. I opened my own restaurant. Regal Haven was having her grand opening ceremony, and from the look on everyone’s face, they were enjoying the party. Soft, classy music on the piano and harp strummed through the air, giving the room not only a sophisticated aura but also setting a relaxing mood. It went perfectly well with the theme of the restaurant: Victorian-era style with a modern twist, made to feel elegant but not too stuffy and up tight. The reviews of the foods I had gotten from a few of the guests I had talked to as I strolled around was all praise about how wonderful they were. I knew a minority view wouldn’t match against the populace, but from how hearty and chatty everyone else was, it was safe to conclude they thought so too. Regal Haven was having the most perfect openi
My eyes flickered open, squinting at the sudden change from darkness to white light. The smell of antiseptics and other irritating chemicals hit my nose, and I scrunched my face. It was a dead give away that I was in the hospital. That, and the vital sign monitor and drip I saw from the corner of my gaze connected to my wrist. A dull ache trembled through my body, not unbearable but still uncomfortable to deal with, but hey, I was alive. ‘What happened? The last thing I remember was Alice pointing a gun at Dante, me jumping to save him, then a sharp pain and darkness… Wait, was I shot?’ I slowly lifted my hand, which felt like it weighed a lot more than it was supposed to and slid it under the cosy duvet I was covered with. It ran across my side, where I felt a little bit of pain and discomfort. Through the light fabric of my hospital dress, my fingers glided against the bandage, and I hissed at the sharp sting that jolted through me. Yup, I was shot. Alice had tried to kill Dant
“So, I changed my approach. I played the role of a sweet, supportive best friend, no matter how disgusted I was about it, and I wormed my way into your parents’ hearts. They were jolly fools like you, and they accepted me into their open arms. For years, I kept my façade perfectly, though I caused little issue on the side—not much to make you suspect me but enough to trouble you. I’m sure you remember some of them. Those mean letters you found in your locker. Messing up your science projects and homework… Ah, good old days.” Alice sighed; a small, soft smile was on her lips, and her eyes had a faraway look, like she was reminiscing about happy memories. I glared at her, utterly disgusted. They were definitely not good times for me. Those letters said really hurtful things, like body-shaming me about my height, my acne, and how dumb I was. I was depressed about that thing and felt worse that the culprit always found a way to not be caught. Who knew she was sitting down by my side, supp
“What!” The word fell from my mouth as a breathless whisper, and my brows furrowed. I would have thought she was joking if anger and malice weren’t burning in her eyes.“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, you bi.tch.” Alice snarled, tightening the grip on my hair, and I yelped.“But… I… I don’t…” I winced at the searing pain running through my scalp.I honestly didn’t know what she was talking about. When did I ever have everything she wanted? Never; that was when. The conversation was supposed to be the other way around. I was the one who was supposed to be jealous that she had everything I ever wanted because she did. All the times I had known her, she had always had better, nicer stuff than me.Her parents weren’t super rich, but they had a lot more money than mine. She could afford nice clothes, and shoes, and literally anything she wanted that was considered a luxury for me. She was prettier than me; ten guys would have looked her way in admiration before one e
‘I’m hallucinating. That’s it. I’m having a fricken hallucination right now. The drug they used to knock me out is making my brain wonky and think cray cray stuff. I might even still be sleeping, and my overthinking, worried brain came up with this wacko dream. Wake up, Olly. It’s time to return to reality.’ I told myself, taking in deep breaths to steady my uneven breathing. But the stinging pain on my cheek and that of the rope binding my hands and legs behind me, was stronger than any imagination I wanted to force myself to believe. It was real. Everything. Alice had slapped me and laughed—no, not laughed—cackled like a witch, and said that she had always wanted to do that. Alice, my best friend. It was like she was a completely different person. “I-I don’t… I don’t u-understand.” I breathed. Though my voice trembled, I continued. “W-why did you do that? Why did y-you say that?” “Dee, could you give us some time alone? We need to have a little girl-to-girl talk.” Alice threw a s
“This isn’t fricken happening! Sheep! Sheep! Sheep!” I hissed under my breath and sat up straight. My eyes raked over the picture, as if it would disappear, and the whole thing would be a figment of my imagination.‘Darn it, I was fricken careless; now Alice is caught in a mess she doesn’t know anything about.’•Leave her out of this. This is against you and I, it has nothing to do with herI typed and hit send. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t fricken believe it. Laura got Alice. That sneaky bish. I should have known, since she couldn’t harm me or my sons, that she would go to the only other person I cared so much about in LA. My fricken best friend.you answered earlier than I expected no fair. I wanted to have a little fun with hermy guys think she’s beautiful, and I wanted them to have some fun with her every ten minutes, I don’t receive a reply from youOh well there’s always next time•Let her go your problem is with me not her•What the heck do you wantI squirmed in
“W-what do you mean?” The lady stuttered and took a step back. “Exactly. What do you mean, Dante?” I frowned, not understanding his animosity towards an innocent, frightened girl. “I mean exactly what I said, Olivia.” He replied, but his brutal gaze was still on her. “Who sent you to give her this drink?” “It’s her job, Dante. She said I was picked to try a new brand of champagne, just like some of the other guests. Nothing else.” I explained to him, hoping it would calm him down and maybe he would also help her. “And you need to hear what she said about her boss. I think he’s treating his staff inhumanely.” “I heard a good amount of what she told you, but you see, Olivia, the story she was spewing is a complete lie. There’s nothing like a sample test of a new brand of champagne going on at this event, nor is her boss as wicked as she paints him. And if everything she says is a lie, then why exactly is she trying to make you take the drink? Unless…” Dante sneered at her, and I gas
Oh sheep! This was happening. I was standing before the father of the woman who wanted to ruin my life. Never had I thought I would run into him, but he was standing before me, right in the flesh. My eyes took a quick sweep of him, surprised by how he looked. He was nothing like I had pictured when he came to mind. I had always imagined a tall, broody, mafia-don-looking man; he was the opposite. He was a few inches shorter than me—and I was already short—with a bald head that the light bounced off. He had almost no similarities with his daughter apart from their eyes, and I almost doubted he was actually her father. Laura was a beauty queen, while he was just ordinary. “I’ve told you to call me father or papa instead of Mr. Kingsley. You almost got married to my daughter.” He gripped Dante’s hand and shook it so hard that I feared he was going to pop it. “But I didn’t marry your daughter, so I don’t have to call you that, Mr. Kingsley.” Dante put emphasis on his name, but the older