All Chapters of Accidental Mommy of The Billionaire's Heir: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"She's not picking up," Seth slurred and belched. The phone clattered as it fell from his hands to hit the bar counter. The two bartenders, a woman who looked like she would have a future in the acting industry, and a young guy in his early twenties, exchanged glances. "We're sorry about that, sir." The woman said, eyeing him awkwardly. Seth nodded, waving his hand. He was drunk and addled and was ready to spill his problems out like a leaky tank. "Oh, it's alright. I just wanted to give it one last try. Just one." He hiccuped and bit his lip. "To see,... To see if she at all feels bad about it all." The bartenders exchanged looks again and the woman promptly raised her hands at the man. "He's your problem, not mine."The young man arched his brow. "Really? You're going to do this now?" They had both watched Seth Allen, the talk of the town in the past few days, walked into the bar with a permanent frown on his fac

Isabella wiped her brows with a napkin, taking deep sighs. She leaned her head on the bathroom door, feeling exhausted. Her bones ached and her body felt like it had been dragged on the floor by a carriage over ten miles. She wished she could blame her job at the resort for being responsible for her pain but it wasn't. Besides, she was living there for free. So if there was any pain at all, she would gladly bear it. She groaned, lolling her head to the side trying to straighten out the kink in her neck. She had barely slept in the past few days. Samuel had been acting weird. Sometimes he just cried loud and hard for a long time, keeping her up through half the night. The previous night, he had kept on screaming for his dad and Vicky. Isabella wasn't sure how much longer she could keep up with not being able to sleep. A knock resounded on the bathroom door and she sighed. Considering the bathroom was behind the bar shelf and only bar attendants had access to it, that was most definit

"Hi! I would like a glass of martini," a customer slid on a bar stool before Isabella. She gave him a nod in acknowledgment. He was quite good looking if she would have to admit. His dark chocolate skin and dark black hair contrasted greatly with his gray eyes and Isabella found her knees buckling slightly. Too bad he looked way younger than her. And too bad your heart is all set on Seth. Her inner self quipped and she smashed the thought down to pieces mentally. "One martini, coming up!" She announced with a bright smile and proceeded to grab the drinks. Matilda crawled up to the counter then, grinning at the poor man. The last time Isabella had seen her, she was wearing a black t-shirt over some crazy jeans. Now Matilda leaned over the counter with the t-shirt tied into a crop top that ended just beneath her breasts, plumping them up for the hot man across the counter. "You seem new around here," Matilda purred and Isabella choked on air. Facts about Matilda. One, She was a mean

Isabella paused before the door to the daycare, peering through it to see what was going on. She couldn't hear much but one thing was for sure, Samuel was crying his eyes out. Just like he had been doing the past few days. There was nothing Isabella or Marilyn hadn't tried. Even promising to buy him chocolate wasn't working anymore. He had been inconsolable and frankly, he was beginning to drive her crazy. This is why you need Seth, her mind proffered. He's great with babies. She scoffed stubbornly and pushed the door open. The daycare was shockingly quiet and she ran her eyes through the room looking for her son. Most of the kids in the daycare were asleep, but she couldn't find her son. Quickly she stepped in and marched towards Marilyn's desk. The woman turned around to face her with a tired smile and a sleeping Samuel on her lap. "Hey, Isabella." She greeted and Isabella gave her a sad look. "He cried again today, didn't he?" She asked, receiving the sleeping boy from his nann

Isabella reared her head to the back, shocked by the venom in Mrs. Allen's voice. The same woman who had been nothing but an angel ever since she had known her. Taking in the ferocious glare that rested on the older woman's face as she glared at her, Isabella swallowed, knowing she was in deep deep trouble. "B..." She whispered, trying to stand her ground before the woman who stalked towards her. Without a warning, the older woman grabbed Isabella by the shirt and pulled it down so they could see eye to eye. There was nothing Isabella could say or do, she was doomed either way."This is all your fault!" Mrs. Allen accused, screaming all over Isabella's face. Her hands gripped the shirt rather tightly and Isabella's face became disgruntled as she tried to escape the latter's clutches. When Isabella had come into her son's life, B had been incredibly happy to finally have a grandchild. And then instead of one, she got two grandkids. To say she was excited was an understatement. She ha