All Chapters of Having The Billionaire's Baby: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

She looked smart and pretty, he thought. She’d maintained her new hairstyle and her make-up was discreet and expertly done. No glasses either, so her eyes were stunning. But did she look—older? he wondered. Not quite the humorous, candid girl he’d employed? Almost as if she might have grown up in a hurry. Why? he wondered. ‘Do you? Have any contact with him?’ Irene heard herself asking. ‘No. It’s all done through staff. Matter of fact, he seems to have been off the scene for a while. Cilla hasn’t had any news lately. She was expecting him to marry the artist, Cathy Spencer. You’ve probably heard of her—she’s making a bit of a name for herself. She’s also apparently the mother of the son I told you about, but it didn’t happen.’ Irene’s heart knocked a couple of times, then settled back into its rhythm. ‘But guess what? Rosanna is expecting, not one baby, but twins!’ Simon added. Irene was disproportionately delighted with this news. Not that she wasn’t happy for Simon, as she aske

The train journey from Central to Helensvale took over an hour and then there were no buses. So she took a taxi to Paradise Point and decided to walk over the bridge from there. She and Nicky had done it a few times; it was a pleasant walk. But she stopped and bought herself lunch first and ate it in the park, feeding the seagulls the scraps of her fish and chips.She stopped again at the top of the bridge and looked down at the waters swirling below.Because it was a fine Sunday there were plenty of water craft about from jet skis to houseboats. There were fishermen on the beach and picnickers in the park. Looking south towards Surfers Paradise, and west towards the hinterland, though, there were dark clouds building, giving warning that this magic day could also bring storms.Looking north, she had a view very similar to the one she’d had from her guest bedroom, a view of water and mangroves and casuarinas.She stirred and took a deep breath. Sweat was trickling down between her sho

Irene went white with shock. And the sea-green blouse made her tawny hazel eyes look more green and darker against her pallor.‘But—’ she licked her lips ‘—you went out of your way to distance yourself.You made sure there could be no delusions for me. You—’‘Irene,’ he intervened, ‘I convinced myself I wasn’t for you. I did know that it would have been all too easy to drown my sorrows, my burdens in you—’ He broke off and shook his head.Her lips formed a perfect O.‘Don’t look so surprised. I did kiss you.’‘I know,’ she breathed, ‘but that was heat-of-the-moment stuff. That was probably gratitude and affection that got a little out of hand, that’s all.’He smiled dryly. ‘It wasn’t, and it wasn’t the first time I’d thought of you in that way either. Oh—’ he grimaced ‘—I told myself the same thing then. I also told myself—’ He stopped and got up and came round her side of the table.He pulled out a chair, turned it and sat down facing her. ‘Irene, I kissed you because I couldn’t help

THEY got married eight weeks later.Some cameos of those eight weeks as she prepared for her wedding, Irene knew she would never forget.Diane Paxton’s delight was one.‘I knew you were the right one for him, Irene,’ she said joyfully when presented with the news. ‘I knew it right from the start!’Irene blinked at her, but Murad did more.‘I thought so,’ he said. ‘I got the distinct feeling that when she turned up at the cocktail party looking so drop-dead gorgeous you might have had a hand in it, Diane!’‘I did. The minute I saw those legs and that lovely figure I decided to make the best of it. Actually Irene was a bit of a hindrance there,’ she admitted. ‘But what impressed me first was the way she stood up to you at that interview.’ She hugged Irene and kissed her warmly. ‘Of course, that’s how I handle Mr Fullbuster myself—I wish!’ she added humorously.‘Mr Fullbuster’ looked slightly put out. ‘I’m not that hard to handle, am I?’ ‘Yes,’ his fiancée and his principal private secre

KRISTEN“Seriously?!” I screamed as I felt my pink Steve Madden stiletto snap beneath me. I splurged on those only a few weeks ago. I stumbled up the gravel driveway on perfectly manicured feet and a now broken heel, huffing in utter frustration. This trip was destined to be a disaster the moment I got into my car and drove it away from San Francisco.“Go to Napa Valley to get your inheritance, they said. It’ll be fun, they said,” I muttered to myself, limping up the drive. “Yeah, well this isn’t my idea of fun!” I screamed to the seemingly empty estates surrounding me.First of all, I wasn’t even in Napa Valley. I was in the hills far above Napa Valley, with limited cell phone reception and no sign of human existence aside from the few insanely large homes I passed on the way here with more acres than I could count. Second of all, why would a man I didn't even know leave me a fortune?When I answered my cell phone on Monday morning, I had not expected the strange caller to be a lawye