All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sugar Baby: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The soft hum of the engine was a constant comfort as Robert drove, his hands firm on the wheel. Emma sat beside him, her eyes closed, the weight of the doctor’s words still lingering in her thoughts. But there was something different now, something lighter in the air. The news they had received about their baby—a healthy boy—was still fresh, still glowing in their hearts. The relief, the joy, the wonder of it all hadn’t fully settled, but it was there, nestled deep inside them.As they neared the mansion, the towering gates came into view, the long drive leading up to the front entrance bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. The familiar sight of their home, with its grand columns and sprawling grounds, gave them both a sense of comfort, a sanctuary where they could begin to process everything in peace.Robert slowed as they reached the front door, pulling the car into the circular driveway. The mansion’s stone exterior seemed to glow with a quiet elegance, its windows reflecting

The morning light had begun to spill through the windows, casting a soft golden hue over the room. It was a beautiful day, one that Emma had hoped would be filled with nothing but peace and the quiet joy of their new beginnings. But as she lay back in bed, the warmth of Robert's hand still resting on her shoulder, her mind felt far from calm. She could still hear the echo of Carolyn’s voice in her head, like a soft whisper laced with subtle manipulation.As she stared at the ceiling, her fingers tracing idle patterns in the soft duvet, she felt an unfamiliar tension settling within her. Her thoughts were a swirl of conflicting emotions. She loved Robert. She loved the life they were building, the dream of a family of their own—one free from the past and all its complications. But Carolyn had always been a part of that past. And as much as Robert wanted to move forward, there was no escaping the pull she still seemed to have over him.Robert’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Are you s

It was around 4m in the evening, and the evening settled gently over the house, the soft light from the setting sun casting long shadows in the corners of the room. Emma stood by the large window, gazing out at the backyard, her mind quiet for the moment as she watched the gentle sway of the trees in the breeze. But within her, there was a whirlwind of emotions that she couldn’t quite calm. The arrival of Robert’s children had stirred up more than just excitement—it had brought with it a flood of insecurities, doubts, and questions she hadn’t anticipated.The house had been abuzz with the sounds of Robert and the kids settling in. Mia, Ethan, and Alexander had come into the living room after their initial quiet introductions, and Emma had tried her best to keep things light, to make them feel at home. It hadn’t been easy. She could feel Mia’s watchful gaze lingering on her, as though trying to decide what role Emma would play in their lives. Ethan, for the most part, had been silent,

~The Next Morning, 8A.M~The morning light was already spilling through the half-drawn curtains when Robert quietly got out of bed. His movements were deliberate, careful not to disturb Emma, who was still asleep, her breath soft and steady. The gentle rise and fall of her chest reminded him of how much had changed over the past few months. He stood there for a moment, watching her with a sense of quiet affection, before turning to get to work.Today was important. Not just because of the new clothes they had bought for the kids, but because it was the first morning that truly felt like a family. Today, he was determined to make Emma feel at home, to make sure the kids knew how much he cared for them. He wanted it to be special—a small gesture, but one that would show how much effort he was putting into their lives. And it started with breakfast.Robert was no chef, but he knew how to make something that tasted good, especially for a day like this. He had woken early, slipped into the

The clinking of forks against plates had gradually quieted, and the last of the pancakes had been devoured. The children were finishing their meals, their conversations minimal, but the tension in the air was tangible. Emma had tried her best to blend in, to offer a small smile here and there, to say something meaningful, but she couldn’t shake the sense that something wasn’t right.Alexander’s silence felt like a weight pressing down on her, Mia’s quiet reserve was as thick as a fog, and Ethan, ever the optimistic one, had finished his third helping of pancakes without seeming to notice. Even Ava, who had always been supportive, was quiet now, standing by the counter, her eyes flicking between the kids and Emma, as though trying to gauge the mood.As the table grew still, Emma felt the growing sense of unease settle into her bones. She wasn’t sure if it was the fact that the kids had barely looked at her or the way Mia had asked about her like she was some kind of stranger. She wasn’