All Chapters of Secret Baby For The Cold-Hearted Billonaire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

RONNELL POV"This is what happened," I began, launching into a detailed account of hiring Blair and her initial attainment. "Ella had recommended her, and let me tell you, Blair was impressive. She brought in new clients, kept my schedule running like clockwork..." My voice trailed off as I picked up one of the notes, the white a contrast to the unrest brewing inside me. "I don't know why you still do that," he finally interjected, his voice low and serious. "The schedule thing. It's a crutch, a way to control everything. You need to let go of some of that power,”"I don't think I can because it works for me," I snapped, a touch of defensiveness creeping into my voice. "Everything runs smoothly, efficiently. And that isn't the entire point of this discussion, William."There was a beat of silence, then a sigh from the other end of the line. "Look," William said, his voice calm but firm. "I understand you have your system. But can you please just get to the point? What did you find?”

BLAIR POVConfined to my tiny room – or sometimes Nathan's – cabin fever had finally set in. Today, desperate for a change of room, I'd dragged some blankets downstairs to pad the rough concrete floor. Nathan's play mat bestowed a small comfort amidst the wreckage of the apartment.Of course, today of all days, Ronnell decides to show up. He crouched beside my son, his large frame dwarfing Nathan's tiny one while peering at him as he windmilled his arms and kicked his feet happily. He hadn't said anything, so maybe the sight of my precious son had blinded him to the wreckage surrounding him. “Hello big guy,” he rumbles softly. “I'm glad that we get to see,” I moved around them so I could see what he was doing. But instead, Nathan clutched his index finger in his little fist, and he didn't seem in a hurry to rip his hands away from him. Nathan was a curious little creature, but he was gazing up at Ronnell, his eyes wider than I had ever seen them before. “He doesn't usually put up w

BLAIR POVCrisp wind nips at my fingers, but I won't give in just yet. I knew that I didn't have to live with Ronnell. Then again, I also don't need to have a baby or go bankrupt. Yet, boom---here I was. My life was full of surprises, even for me. Just a few months ago, I couldn't have imagined this. I would have laughed at Ronnell's demand to move in with him. But those few months have been a nightmare of worry, sleepless nights, racing thoughts, and chewed-down fingernails.I was exhausted. Tired of fighting a battle I already knew that I couldn't win. Tired of being the only one in my town. Just fucking tired of everything. I had never known what it was like to feel this much exhaustion to my bones until now. This entire weariness had started seeping in when Smith had shoved all responsibility to me and I understood that he had never shown up, not even for Nathan.The thing was, I had known I shouldn't have been living in that house under those conditions, but I had been so heavy

BLAIR POVWhen Nathan and I finally made our way downstairs the following morning, the house was eerily quiet. As usual, Ronnell had left early, but he’d also left me pancakes on a plate on the kitchen counter, along with a note and a card.I gently picked the note off, before reading the contents.°°°°°Blair, There's youghut, milk and juice in the freezer and groceries will be delivered at 12 p.m. I had no idea about what you would love to have, so I ordered almost everything you might need. You can make a list for I had made a mistake of not asking what you might really need. I have a dinner to attend tonight, so unfortunately I won't be back early before dinner to eat with you. I left a list of restaurants where I have a tab if you like to order. The card pin is 4233.You are welcome to stay here as long as you want.Yours, Ronnell°°°°°°°I walked towards the fridge, and not only was there yoghurt, milk, and juice but right beside it was an iced cocoa from my favourite cafe. H

Ronnell POVBlair strolled into the living room, casually twirling a baby monitor on her finger. I’d been hunched over my laptop, trying to wrap up a document. Truthfully, I’d finished ages ago but had been waiting for her to appear, though I wasn’t sure why.I closed my computer with a decisive tap and set it aside. “Big guy already sound asleep?”“Just like a baby,” she replied, handing me the monitor. She curled up on the opposite end of the couch, pulling her legs beneath her.The monitor flickered to life, revealing Nathaniel swaddled in his bassinet. His head was tilted, lips pursed as if dreaming of his mother's milk. It was all he knew, his perfect, simple world."Do you spend a lot of time just staring at this?" I asked, positioning the monitor between us.She scrunched her nose. "Probably more than I should. When I first brought him home, his bassinet was right beside my bed. Every little peep had me jumping up. I'm a terrible sleeper, to begin with, so I couldn't handle it.