All Chapters of The Billionaire's Baby Mama : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 82: Darkness Ethan's POV Days had past, that I was sure of, but I didn't know how many. I was left here in perpetual darkness. Maybe it had been up to a week, because I was going mad here, I couldn't tell. I had wanted to rush back home to my family after I finalized my agenda here, but then some key documents went missing. Searching for them, I came back to this place, one of the private buildings I held meeting with my business partners. I came alone, and I guess that was the mistake I made. I found the documents, but one of the men around me convinced me to take a look around the house. Truly, the building was to be admired. It was small, but it was so modernized and almost everything in it was computerized. Finding it fascinating, and thinking how Chloe might love something like it, I began to look around. I planned to buy it, or build something like that if I get back home. I even discovered that it had an underground cellar, and I entered to check it out. That was

Chloe's POV The next morning, I woke up to missed calls and many texts from Amanda. I felt so guilty, not having contacted her on shown up at work since the last few days. I considered calling her back to explain, but where the hell was I going to start? My fiance was abducted by the man he called his father, and my former obsessed unhinged boss had him? While I flew out of my home with my daughter, because her supposed grand father wants to hurt her? Nah, I gave up on calling her. But I realized that I didn't have much choice in the matter when I was informed that someone was outside, looking for me. I came out of the house, and lo and behold, it was Amanda. "It took me an eternity to locate where you live, miss Summers." One hand was on her hip, and she sounded furious. Her brows were knitted in a tight frown, and she glared at me. She still looked a bit familiar, but I was not bothering to place the face anymore. I swallowed. "Can we please... Talk inside?" "I would rather rem

Chloe's POVEthan was having his bath, while I lay on the bed in one of my skimpy night wears. Different thoughts were running through my head. I had showered earlier, and he did not join me, which was quite unusual, considering how he would not miss any chance to see me naked.I wondered what happened to him. He had still not spoken about it, but I would try to convince him to speak to me, only if he was ready though. I caught him a number of times zoning out, and there was a hollow look in his eyes that disturbed me to no end. Not to mention that he grew really thin.It took a few minutes, but then I heard his footsteps coming out. He had a bathrobe on, while his hair was still damp.He stared at me, allowing his eyes to roam my body. The gown I was wearing stopped shortly after my butt, and it did nothing to hide my cleavage.I got up and went to him. "Look at your hair, still dripping with water. Must I teach you everything?"He grinned wide, but he didn't say anything. I then dra

Chloe's POV I woke up the next morning to meet Ethan beside me, still sound asleep, which was very unlike him. He was always up early because of his work, but I wouldn't blame him. We kept each other awake for most part of the night. Even when he stopped because he feared I could not take more, I still seduced him until he gave in. Now I could feel the effects of all those rides between my legs.I got up and opened the curtains, to see that the sun was already high in the sky, the light seeping into the room, making me squint.I reached for my phone to check the time, and I gasped when I saw that it was almost eleven. At that moment, I heard a knock on the door, and another, and another. I sighed, already knowing that it was my daughter.I walked to the door and opened it, and I met the little one standing there, her hands folded across her chest, and there was a frown on her face. As I was still holding my phone, I just took a picture of her."Good morning, mommy."I chuckled at how

Bonnie's POV I was beyond stunned to see Myles at my house, but even more taken aback by his look. He was struggling to keep his demeanor calm as usual, the hollow look in his eyes seemed like he was asking for help. I couldn't tell. I didn't understand this man. "What is it? Did something happen to you?" "Can I come in?" He asked instead, and I nodded, still watching him carefully. I led him to the living room, and he slumped on a couch, throwing his head back against the headrest, and covering his face with both hands, frustration evident in him. He was losing his composure badly, and he didn't even seem to care. Something must had happened for him to look this shaken. "Can you talk to me, please?" I went to sit down on the couch he was, expecting him to push me away, but he didn't. He didn't react to me at all. "Please tell me." I was getting both desperate and worried. "Do you have something strong?" He asked. I usually kept a bottle of whiskey or two, but I was not going