All Chapters of My Baby-Daddy Is A Billionaire Boss: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ariana couldn't help but feel a twinge of tension in the air. She exchanged a quick glance with Alec, who maintained his easygoing demeanor despite the shift in atmosphere. The nanny, too, became even more rigid, signaling to the maids to be extra vigilant.The master of the mansion acknowledged Sydney and Charlotte with a nod before turning his attention to Alec. "Alec, it's been a while. How have you been?"Alec responded with a casual smile, "Can't complain, Mr. Alexander. Just enjoying the chaos these little ones bring."The master of the mansion chuckled, a rare display of warmth. "They do have a way of brightening up the place. Now, let's enjoy our meal. Ms. Palm, please ensure everything is in order."The dinner continued with a mix of polite conversation and occasional bursts of laughter from the children. Ariana couldn't shake the feeling of being in a different world, where every move was orchestrated with precision.Ariana could not bring herself to fathom this unusual coin

Daniel sat at a candle lit table in the corner of the beautiful restaurant, nervously tapping his fingers on the linen tablecloth. The soft murmur of conversations and the clinking of cutlery created a subdued background, but all he could focus on was the anticipation building within him.As he waited for Ariana, his mind was consumed by thoughts of her. He replayed the image of her smile, the way her eyes sparkled, and the grace with which she always carried herself. Daniel couldn't stop himself from marveling at how beautiful she was and the attraction he felt toward her deepened with every passing moment.Just as he began to lose himself in his thoughts, his phone buzzed on the table. It was Antonio. Daniel answered the call, and Antonio's urgent voice echoed through the restaurant. "Daniel, how's everything going? Have you made progress with Ariana and George?"Daniel leaned back in his chair, glancing around to ensure no one was eavesdropping. "Antonio, I'm working on it. I need

As George walked out on Ariana, he headed straight to his study. When he entered his study, his eyes darted around, taking in intricate details of his study to take his mind off the argument he just had with Ariana. His study was a sanctuary of solitude, adorned with shelves of leather-bound books that carried the weight of wisdom. The wooden desk, weathered by years of contemplation, stood as a silent witness to countless moments of inspiration and frustration.The room exuded an air of intellectual prowess, with the soft glow of an antique desk lamp casting shadows that danced across the walls. George's fingers traced the edges of a vintage globe, a tangible representation of his wanderlust and the vastness of the world beyond the confines of his study.As he sank into his worn leather chair, the aroma of aged parchment and memories enveloped him. The ticking of an antique clock on the wall seemed to echo the rhythmic beating of his troubled heart. The room, though filled with the e

The door creaked open and his gaze shifted to the child, Sydney, peacefully asleep in her bed. His heart quickened as he studied her features, searching for any resemblance that might confirm Alec's bold claim.The soft glow from a nightlight illuminated Sydney's innocent face and for a moment, time seemed to stop and stand still as George grappled with the possibility that she could indeed be his daughter.He observed the contours of her face, the way her hair fell delicately and a sense of recognition surprisedly flickered in his eyes. Doubt and certainty waged a silent battle within him. The weight of Alec's words hung heavy in the air and George couldn't escape the gravity of the situation.In that hushed moment, George felt an unexpected surge of paternal instincts. A mixture of emotions played across his face as he wrestled with the implications of Alec's revelation. "What are you doing in my daughter's room?" He heard Ariana's voice behind him and he turned to see her standin

Antonio reclined in his car, eyes fixed on the hidden cameras strategically placed in Laila's apartment. The flickering images on his screen revealed her every move, a voyeuristic pleasure that fueled his twisted obsession. His dark gaze continued to linger on the screen, enjoying and finding satisfaction in the sight of Laila's distress in the bathroom. A wicked grin crossed his face as he observed her feeble attempts to clean up the aftermath of her illness. Antonio's mind burned with evil plans, he was going to use her connection to Ariana as a key to unlock opportunities against George for his own twisted ambitions.He chuckled to himself as he imagined the web of deception he would weave. He enjoyed the thought of manipulating Laila's emotions to serve his sinister purpose. The hidden cameras were his eyes, capturing every vulnerable moment as he schemed in the shadows.As Laila drifted into a fitful nap, Antonio's inner dialogue reveled in the chaos he intended to unleash. "Oh,