All Chapters of Mommy Is Dating A Billionaire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Cas’ pov “So, tell me everything.” Ripley said. As much as I knew it would help, I just wanted to forget about today and try to see if I could break that inflatable mattress. Ripley rolled her eyes, “Cas, I can see you smirking. I am not having sex with you until you tell me about today. It’s not healthy to keep it in.” “You first.” I had no fucking clue if Ripley had a stressful day, but there were paparazzi outside, so that couldn’t be fun, and packing sounds boring as shit. But it was a nice way to postpone the inevitable. Ripley sighed, “I packed some stuff, then we went to the store, and that’s it.” I chuckled. Ripley had never been able to say anything in so few words. She wasn’t sharing, either. “It’s not healthy to keep things in...” I teased my girl. She scoffed, “fine. I got stressed when I didn’t hear from you because of my dad and the girls being taken and everything, and then those stupid men stood outside, and I tried to pretend it was fine for the girls, but it w

Cas’ pov “It’s moving day!” Ripley said enthusiastically, although I could see through the façade. She was not eager to do this. Part of me, a very big part, wanted to say I told you so. She should have hired movers, like I said, but my very stubborn and pretty girl wants to do everything herself. Well, actually, she wants me to do it. Ripley thought I couldn’t see through her tactics, complimenting my strength and ability to stack boxes like I was a child needing to be praised. Honestly, it felt fucking good to be praised. But I would have helped her anyway. I had no clue how Ripley had moved across states with two 3-year-olds by herself. It helped that she had no furniture, and everything she owned fit in the back of her car. But still, it was a lot of work while juggling being a mom. Ripley wanted to paint the girls’ room herself, with the help of the girls, but once she realized how much work it would be to paint the entire house, she agreed to hire some painters. Or let me

Hi! Thanks for letting me know. I accidentally uploaded chapters 53 and 54 as one. Since this will cost you extra, I'll make sure the next chapter I'll type (tomorrow) will be free. I've removed that portion of the chapter, but it will take some time for my editor to approve the change. Once again, sorry. I've been so tired, and I didn't pay attention. My youngest has been waking up multiple times at night because of coughing, mosquito bites, etc. And now he's infected me, lol. So now I'm the one coughing all day. Anyway, I'll pay more attention in the future and double check my work more thoroughly. lots of love, Naomi. Ps. Don't forgot to check my pages. I haven't posted much lately, but I usually post pictures or videos whenever I post a chapter here. I'm on F, I and T.

Hi, I'm busy writing a new chapter. But it's been a bit hectic today. I had a doctor's appointment because behind one of the scars from my epttopic pregnancy seems to be a bump. It's sometimes painful. I got an ultrasound, but everything inside looks fine (uterus, etc.) They are transferring me to radiology. I need to wait until they call. It could take a few weeks before they call to give me an appointment. But I had to ride my bike there (30 minutes back and forth). And it kind of distracted me the whole day. I've actually been to several doctors now, and it's very annoying that this is the first who actually confirmed there was something there. Healthcare in my country is fine. I mean, we have universal healthcare and all. But most doctors are like, Take an asprin and wait for it to be over. Even after my c-section, I received instructions to take Tylenol (it's called paracetamol here. Acetaminophen?) at home. And when you get a tooth pulled, you get some local anesthesia, a

Cas’ pov Maybe that should have been something that I was supposed to ask. I mean, they’re not my kids, but I know that they will be. When I set my mind on something, there’s nothing stopping me. Once I made the decision to fight for Ripley, everything that was shit turned into fucking gold. Life with her and the girls is perfect, even when it’s not. Like today. Today was far from perfect. Today I wanted to kill her mother, but yeah, that’s not the best salutation to any problem. But, goddamn, that woman is annoying. And self-absorbed. Coming from someone who has been called self-absorbed and selfish, a fucking lot. So, I should know. Fuck. I sighed, looking at my girlfriend, whose mind was reeling from the talk she just had. How can I fix this? Do I need to just listen, or do I need to call up some people to find out everything there is to know about Ripley’s so-called mother and tear her life to bits? And the money! The fucking money! That house isn’t even worth two hundr