All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sugar Baby: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The music throbbed through the ballroom like a heartbeat, an intoxicating rhythm that filled the air with an energy Emma could barely ignore. The conversation buzzed around her, laughter and clinking glasses creating a backdrop for the growing tension that had settled in her chest. Robert’s hand was a steady presence at the small of her back, guiding her through the crowd with an ease she admired but didn’t fully understand. He was in his element, the king of his domain, yet Emma could sense the shift in his mood. The earlier confrontation with Mark still lingered in the air between them.Emma couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming—something she wasn’t prepared for. She had tried to lose herself in the opulence of the evening, the velvet touches of the décor, the gold accents gleaming under the crystal chandeliers. But all of it felt secondary, insignificant even, to the tension that gripped her heart.The glass of champagne in her hand was untouched. Emma held it lightl

Emma sat silently in the dining room, the soft glow of the chandelier overhead casting a warm, golden hue over the space. The air was thick with the scent of roasted vegetables and herbs, but Emma couldn’t seem to taste the food before her. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, still processing everything that had happened in the past few hours. She had felt so certain, so secure in her relationship with Robert. But now, everything seemed so... uncertain.The sound of footsteps broke through her reverie, and Emma looked up to see Ava walking in, her face lighting up when she saw Emma sitting alone at the table.“Hey, you okay?” Ava asked, her voice gentle yet laced with concern. She was wearing a loose, comfortable sweater, her usually pristine hair pulled back into a messy bun, which was a comforting sight to Emma. Ava had always been her steady rock—calm, rational, and endlessly supportive.Emma gave a small, tight smile, trying to mask the storm swirling inside her. She didn’t want

The soft light of morning crept into the room, casting a warm glow over the white linens of the bed. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of fresh rain from outside. Emma stirred slowly, blinking her eyes open, her body still heavy from the emotions of the night before. For a brief moment, she lay still, her thoughts tangled in the events that had unfolded. Robert’s words echoed in her mind, the sincerity in his eyes, the rawness in his voice. She wasn’t alone. They had crossed a threshold, and while the road ahead wasn’t clear, Emma felt something inside her shift. It wasn’t certainty, not yet, but it was hope—hope that maybe, just maybe, they could figure it out together.She pushed the covers off her body, her feet touching the cool hardwood floor. The house was quiet, the only sounds the occasional rustling of the wind outside and the distant hum of the house’s heartbeat—its hidden workings and the life that filled it. Emma pulled on a soft robe, the fabric comforting against her

The night had settled in quietly, the world outside the house now wrapped in the soft embrace of darkness. The only sounds in the room were the faint rustling of the wind against the trees and the occasional whisper of footsteps from the house staff, moving about their evening tasks. Inside the bedroom, the gentle light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow across the room, making the space feel intimate and calm.Emma lay on her side of the bed, her body turned slightly away from Robert, though she knew he was there beside her. The warmth of his presence was a comfort, but the weight of her mind was much heavier. She had been struggling with sleep for days now, her rest disrupted by the unrelenting pressure of the changes in her life, and the overwhelming uncertainty that came with them. The pregnancy, too, had added its own set of challenges—physical and emotional. The newness of it all, the quiet fear she couldn't shake, the growing awareness of the life inside her—it was all too

The sterile scent of antiseptic immediately hit Robert’s senses as he stepped through the sliding glass doors of the hospital with Emma at his side. The gleaming white floors reflected the harsh fluorescent lights above, and the quiet hum of activity surrounded them—doctors, nurses, and patients moving in their own worlds. It all felt so clinical, so impersonal, but to Robert, it was the space where his fears could either be realized or eased. And he wasn’t sure which outcome he wanted more.Emma clung to his side, her hand cold in his, but her grip was tight, a silent testament to her own fear. Her face was pale, her brow furrowed with worry, but she was trying to stay composed, for him, for the baby. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on both of them, and it seemed like everything around them was moving in slow motion. The hospital staff greeted them with the usual efficiency, directing them to the waiting area, where Robert helped Emma sit down, her body trembling