All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sugar Baby: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The evening had a strangely oppressive atmosphere, as if the house itself was holding its breath, waiting for something. Robert’s mind churned in a mixture of confusion and disbelief, still reeling from the unexpected revelation. Carolyn and Natalie, the two women from different corners of his life, had known each other all along. How had this remained a secret? What did it mean for the fragile truce they had built in the years since Carolyn’s departure? And more importantly, what was Natalie’s true motivation for showing up now?Robert watched as Emma, visibly tense, led Natalie into the living room, offering her a polite but strained smile. The moment the door had closed behind her, the entire atmosphere seemed to shift. It was as if the walls themselves had tilted slightly, the room suddenly filled with an invisible weight. Carolyn, sitting by the window, glanced up from her quiet contemplation, her gaze flicking between Natalie and Robert.It was clear they had something to say, s

Carolyn’s bedroom was quiet in the early morning hours, the first rays of sunlight creeping through the heavy curtains. She had always been a light sleeper, but tonight had been different. She hadn’t slept at all. The tension in the house, the quiet undercurrent of unresolved emotions, had kept her awake, her mind constantly spinning in circles. She had hoped that things would settle, that she could find peace within herself after the long years of estrangement from Robert and his family. But now, as she lay in the bed that felt so foreign to her, she couldn’t escape the nagging thought that everything she had worked for was slipping away again.Her phone, which had been lying on the nightstand, suddenly buzzed loudly in the silence of the room. She jolted upright, the sudden noise cutting through the stillness, making her heart race. For a moment, Carolyn just stared at the screen, blinking, trying to shake the fog of sleep from her mind. The early light from the window pooled on the

Carolyn’s mind swirled with a jumble of emotions as she followed her children through the shopping center. The weight of the past—of James’s threat—still pressed heavily on her chest, but in this moment, surrounded by the noise and bustle of the mall, she tried to let it go. For them. She tried to remember what it felt like to just be a mother, to be present in the moment, and not a woman haunted by secrets that seemed to chase her no matter how far she ran.“Mom, can we go to the toy store?” Ethan’s voice broke through her thoughts. His small hand was tugging on the sleeve of her jacket, his wide eyes filled with hope and excitement.Carolyn glanced down at her son, his face bright with innocence, the same innocence that made her heart ache. How could she protect him from the storm that was brewing in her life? How long could she keep this facade up? She had spent so many years building a wall, a barrier between her past and her children. But deep down, she feared the day it would al

The drive back from the mall was quieter than it had been earlier in the day. The air, once full of laughter and chatter, had settled into a comfortable silence. Carolyn sat in the front seat, her hands resting loosely on the steering wheel, her eyes on the road ahead. The day had been filled with small joys—her children’s smiles, their excitement over their new hairstyles—but she felt the weight of reality pressing back in as they neared home.Ethan, in the back seat, was quietly playing with his action figures, occasionally whispering commands to them. Mia, beside him, had her earbuds in, lost in whatever playlist had captured her attention. Alexander, sitting next to Carolyn, had her arms crossed, gazing out the window with a far-off look on her face. Her quiet demeanor hadn’t wavered since the morning, and Carolyn couldn’t help but wonder what was going on inside her daughter’s mind. She hadn’t pressed her to talk about it, but there were times when Carolyn just knew something was

Emma sat at the kitchen table, a warm plate of food in front of her. The smell of rosemary and garlic filled the air, mingling with the soft hum of the oven in the background. Ava, the housekeeper, had prepared the meal, her usual routine of creating something comforting for the family. Emma had always been impressed by Ava’s cooking—simple, yet always packed with flavor. Tonight was no different. A tender chicken breast, roasted vegetables, and a side of mashed potatoes made for a satisfying dinner.Emma pushed the food around on her plate, contemplating the events of the day. She and Robert had been out shopping for baby clothes earlier, an excursion that had filled her with a mixture of joy and anxiety. The baby was still a few months away, but the sight of tiny onesies and soft blankets had made everything feel so much more real. She was going to be a mother, finally. After all the waiting, the disappointments, and the failed attempts, it was happening. She had a little one growin