Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Baby Bargain: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Almara’s Pov It’s been a grueling week without Grace. Instead of her precious laughter and innocent soul, Arthur and I have been back and forth with lawyers all week, trying to get any information about exactly where Grace is.I know the meetings are supposed to be drawing us closer to finding our daughter, but instead all I feel is that I’m slipping in a black hole.All of the lawyers words begin to sound like gibberish against my ears and it’s like I’m looking at

Almara’s Pov The day has progressively gotten worse. Arthur’s received an email from an unhappy publicist, again. Something about how fans are writing in their hurt that the Covingtons would have something to do with burning down a government building, an orphanage no less.We haven’t even been charged with anything, not that we could, but it seems people are already making up their minds about the situation.Some are writing in that burning something to the ground just becaus

Almara’s Pov Laying low only works when we stay confined to the house. Which I was happy to do for a couple of days. Those first two days were bliss. Just Arthur and I raising Grace, loving on one another, lazy mornings followed by peaceful evenings.But now, by the third day after that public announcement, my skin is starting to crawl.Unfortunately, any time Arthur and I would leave the house to take Grace for a walk or get a cup of coffee, we would be bombarded by the press or at the v

Almara’s Pov Inside the diner, the place looks exactly as I left it. Except maybe a little cleaner before the crowd of the day comes in. The dining room is empty allowing The shuffling in the kitchen to seem louder than usual.“C’mon Grace.” I say quietly and hoist her up on my side.“Food. Food.” Gracie says. I nod.“That’s right. People eat here.” She’

Almara’s PovThe night finally comes to an end. By the end of my shift, I’m still soaked in dirty dish water, my body is sore from leaning over the awkward height of the sink and then only bending over further to access the dishwasher.Grace is beyond fussy out of boredom. I brought a ton of toys and books to try and keep her occupied and gave her what attention I could in between washing dishes, but ultimately she was confined to her play pin that I had set up along a dirty white wall.Meanwhile, the other cooks and dishwashers kept giving me mean looks and saying how I should find somewhere proper to leave my daughter and that no mother should be treating their daughter this way.At least Emma eventually left me alone but that was only because it was slammed tonight. So, she was making a ton of tips and piling the dishes high for me to wash. Now I stand in the back parking lot waiting for Arthur.When I see his car roll up, I can barely keep it together anymore. He steps out of the