All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sugar Baby: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The air outside the mansion was cool, biting into Emma’s skin like sharp needles as she stepped onto the stone pathway. The anger that had been burning inside her moments ago had cooled into a quiet, simmering hurt. Each step she took away from Daniel felt like a small, heartbreaking fracture, but she kept moving, her mind too overwhelmed to process it all at once.She had expected Daniel and her to separate but she hadn't expected it to be this way, with Natalie? No, it's too much to take in.She could feel the weight of their gazes on her, Daniel’s stunned silence and Natalie’s smug presence, both lingering in the space where she had just stood. It wasn’t the first time Emma had been hurt, life had shown her it's cruel side more than once, but this time, the sting of betrayal was different. It wasn’t just the feeling of being lied to. It wasn’t just the sense of abandonment. It was the discovery that the man she had trusted, the one she had let herself care for, had a past with Nata

The morning sun streamed in through the window of Emma's apartment, casting a warm golden hue over the room. It had been a few days since the confrontation with Natalie, and since then, Emma had retreated into herself more than ever. The weight of everything—the uncertainty about Daniel, the tension with her mother’s illness, and the way her world seemed to be spinning out of control—had left her feeling more exhausted than ever.But today, there was a slight shift. The air felt different. There was a kind of quiet stillness that Emma hadn’t felt in weeks, and though it was fragile, it was enough for her to take a breath and feel... calm.Her mother’s condition had not improved, but she was stable. The stroke had robbed her of speech, leaving her with a vacant expression at times, her eyes following Emma or staring at nothing in particular, as though she were lost in her own thoughts. Emma had taken to sitting with her mother every morning, holding her hand, talking to her, even thoug

The morning passed in a quiet haze, and for the first time in what felt like weeks, Emma didn’t feel the constant pressure of impending decisions pressing against her chest. There was a peaceful rhythm in her routine these days—getting up early, sitting by her mother’s side, reading quietly, or just existing in the stillness. It was a fragile peace, but it was hers to hold, however temporary it might be.It had been a few days since her conversation with Daniel, and Emma had not yet decided how to handle him. Her mind was still full of his words, but she found it easier to focus on her mother, on the baby growing inside her, and on her own survival. She was slowly rebuilding, piece by piece, as if letting go of certain things allowed her to hold on to others.Today, however, something was different. The stillness in the apartment felt suffocating, and Emma found herself restless, moving from one room to the next without purpose. She had been avoiding the television lately—too many rem

Emma sat in the dim light of the café, the air thick with the clink of coffee cups and murmurs of other patrons. The table in front of her felt like a barrier—an invisible wall between her and Robert. Every time she glanced at him, she could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her chest, suffocating her thoughts. The future, her mother’s strange recovery, the baby—it was all so overwhelming.Robert shifted in his seat, his eyes never leaving her face. There was something in his expression now, something deeper than she remembered. Gone was the carefree man she had once known. In his place was someone who seemed earnest, burdened, and yet determined to make things right. He was waiting for her, hanging on her every word. And that only made her feel more uncertain.“Emma,” Robert began, his voice quiet but firm, “I didn’t think you’d come today. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”Emma stared at the coffee in front of her, swirling the cup gently as she considered his wor

—It was around 8am in the morning, the sun broke through the curtains, its warmth casting a gentle glow over the apartment. Emma woke up from her sleep, stretching slowly, and gently, feeling the weight of the past few days hanging in the air like a fog. But today, she decided, was going to be different. Today was about taking a break, escaping, if only for a little while, from the pressure of decisions that loomed over her. She didn’t have to think about Robert or the overwhelming uncertainty of her mother’s recovery. Today, it would just be her and Ava.A knock on the door broke her quiet contemplation. Emma rose from the bed, her mind already half-focused on what awaited. She opened the door to find Ava standing there with a broad grin, a basket of croissants in one hand and a coffee cup in the other."Rise and shine! Wake up" Ava declared, pushing past Emma with the exuberance of a child on Christmas morning. "I’ve got breakfast, and I’ve got a great plan. We’re going out, Emma.