All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sugar Baby: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

EMMA POVA few days after my mom was discharged from the hospital, I moved her into a new apartment, just so she could have a new life and quick recovery. She was so curious about how I had managed to afford it, but I had been dodging her questions. Now that we were settled in, she seemed more determined than ever to get an answer out of me."I am going to ask you again, Emma—how did you get the money? This is a huge apartment" Her voice was firm, the same tone she used when I was a child and she demanded the truth.I sighed deeply, the exhaustion weighing down on me like a boulder. "Mom, why does it matter where the money came from? The important thing is that you’re okay now, that you're healthy. Do you even realize how much I had to spend on your surgery? On the hospital bed, the oxygen while you were in that coma? The medications, everything—it wasn’t cheap, just so you know mom, and I didn’t have time to think about anything else except saving your life.”I could feel my voice ri

EMMA POV—-I wiped my face, trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to escape. “Natalie, listen, we were just kids back then. I never meant to hurt you like that, and I’m sorry for what happened. But this?” I gestured to my mother, who sat silently with her hands covering her mouth in shock. “This is too much. You’ve crossed a line.”Her eyes flashed with satisfaction as she looked between me and my mother. “It’s a win-win for me, Emma. Now your mother knows everything—how you paid her hospital bills by sleeping with a married man and how you became a stripper.”My breath caught in my throat, the humiliation of those words hanging in the air. “Only one night,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “It was just one night.”“One night doesn’t change what you’ve become,” she shot back, her smile growing wider as she saw the hurt spreading across my face. “You made that choice, and now you’re paying for it.”I stood there, frozen in place, unable to form a response. Natalie was supp

EMMA POVFew days later, everywhere was quiet, Robert stopped looking for me and I decided to stay with my mom happily, she was finally okay, all of a sudden I threw up."What?" She asked "Probably fever, I have been stressing myself alot lately" I said trying to cover up for myself, I hadn't seen my period, I have used alot of things, come to think of it I am a kid and I havent experienced this kind of thing before."Fever right?" She asked I nodded "Probably" "Probably?" She asked "Ofcourse mom, what were you expecting?" I asked She nodded, her eyebrow raised and she continued eating.After we finished eating I cleared the table and rushed back into my room. I knew I could either be pregnant or have a fever. I walked out of the house and rushed to a nearby hospital for a check up.Few hours later the doctor called me in and handed me the result only to find out that I am pregnant.I stared down at the crisp white paper in my trembling hands. The word pregnant leaped out at me,

EMMA POV—-Tears blurred my vision as I curled up into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest. The enormity of the situation felt like it was swallowing me whole. I was so lost, so overwhelmed, and there didn’t seem to be any way out. No easy solution, no simple answer.And then there was the other part of me, the part that still felt some strange, unwanted connection to the life growing inside me. It was so tiny, so fragile, and yet… it was a part of me. That thought made it all the more terrifying, and all the more complicated.I couldn’t keep the baby. I wasn’t ready. But could I live with the consequences of doing something to end it? Could I carry that weight for the rest of my life? Days turned into weeks, and I felt like I was walking through a fog. My emotions were all over the place, and I was exhausted—physically, mentally, emotionally. My mom continued to ask questions, and I continued to deflect, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before she pressed harder.One afternoon, she

“Who the fuck is Emma?” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. “And they had a one-night stand? How could Robert do such a thing?”She let the letter fall to the floor as if it had burned her. Carolyn’s mind raced, the words swirling in her head like a storm she couldn’t control. Emma. The name felt foreign and dangerous, like a curse she didn’t understand. And one-night stand? With Robert? Her ex husband? Probably that's too much for her to understand.Carolyn’s legs buckled, and she sat on the edge of the bed, hands trembling. She felt like the ground had been ripped out from under her, leaving her suspended in a void. Robert had never mentioned anyone named Emma. But the letter—the words—there was no mistaking the truth.Her initial reaction was one of hurt. Not because she still loved him—Not that, it had died long before the ink dried on their divorce papers—but because he had moved on. He was supposed to be the one suffering after the divorce, the one regretting every de