All Chapters of Be The Mother Of a Billionaire Son: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The weather today is very nice. The sun is not too hot, the breeze that blows is also able to make the atmosphere cooler. The laughter of the children who were having fun as if there was no burden echoed, as if happiness only belonged to them. On a park bench, a girl is actually feeling her life turning gray. Misfortune was befalling her, to the point that she had to sleep on the ground with the mega roof. Her name is Fisya Jazira, a girl who is having the misfortune of living because she has been betrayed by the person she has trusted—Dean Brasta, her own fiancé who is now somewhere else. The man sold the apartment they had secretly bought together. Not only that, Dean also drained the contents of their savings and all of Fisya's money was there. Now, she has to bear the consequences and is stranded on the streets, penniless and without food. Her stomach has asked to be filled, even now she feels sick because since this morning no food has entered her stomach. "Oh my gosh," she wh

Fisya opened her eyes slowly. She remembered the last time someone came and injected something into her when the bleeding in her neck got worse. At that time, she felt sleepy, then fell asleep and did not know what she had experienced later. However, just as her eyes opened, she felt something strange about her body. In front of him, Regan was examining her entire body and, to make matters worse, she was naked with her hands and feet tied. The man was really crazy—she thought. “Damn it! What did you do to me, huh?!” she snapped in a hoarse voice. Instead of answering, Regan continued to do his activities as if nothing had happened. He ignored Fisya's loud screams and continued to examine the woman's body. After examining Fisya's entire body, the man wiped his hands on Fisya's clothes that were lying on the floor. He exhaled calmly when there was nothing dangerous inside Fisya's body. Although actually, it's impossible for an ordinary girl like Fisya to carry anything dangerous—she

Fisya looked at Adnan with pity. Such a small child has to live and study in the same place, without any socialization with his peers and also play like other children. Yes, Adnan is homeschooled, several teachers have now come to teach him and suddenly his cheerful face has now turned gloomy. It was clear to him that the boy was reluctant, but unfortunately, he couldn't refuse his father's orders. Of course, this was beyond his expectations because he thought he could at least breathe free air, even if only for a moment, yes ... even if it was just to take Adnan to school. "Are you really homeschooled all this time, Adnan?" Fisya asked in a half whisper. "Yes, ma'am." “Why not a school out there? Lots of friends and you can play at the same time.” Adnan was silent, he then looked at Fisya with a look that the woman had difficulty understanding. “I want to too… but, Father… he won't allow it.” The woman sighed heavily, of course everything would be clear if it was all Regan's arr

Regan and Adnan were already lying together on his bed. They both sighed at each other as they waited for someone to tell a bedtime story. The man also joined his son, lying down and ready to listen to Fisya's fairy tales. But, it's been fifteen minutes and the woman still hasn't come. "Dad, Mom, why is it taking so long?" Adnan asked by glancing at Regan beside him who was curled up on the bed as well. "Maybe he's wearing a diaper," he joked. "It is not fun!" “Why do you want a mother like her, huh? In fact, there are many other beautiful women who are much better than her at being a mother," she joked without thinking about Adnan's feelings. "Why do you talk like that? She is my mom, there's no reason for me to look for another woman." Regan scratched the back of his neck and didn't itch. There is nothing wrong with Adnan's words. In fact, it is absolutely true. But the thing is, Adnan and Fisya have nothing to do at all, but, of course, he can't tell the truth right now. So th

The woman gasped. The whisper echoed in his mind. The girl cursed herself. It was a shame. That's Fisya. She often doesn't realize it when she embarrasses herself, especially in front of that man. Again she closed her eyes tightly. She's not that low, to seduce a man. "Why are you silent?" Regan asked curiously. Oh Lord! How can I be confused about answering it? Fisya asked in her heart. Fortunately, Adnan came to break Fisya's confusion by answering questions. "Father!" called the boy as he ran to his father. Regan, who heard the call from his son, again distanced himself from Fisya and acted as if there was no argument with the woman beside him. "What is it?" The boy only heard a small part of what his father said to his mother. "What is it?" "There isn't anything. Father only told your mother to have breakfast first before accompanying you to study with Mrs. Bella," Adnan nodded and believed, "Well then, I will wait for Mrs. Bella in the study room. Mother quickly caught up,"