All Chapters of THE TYRANT'S BABY: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 42: DibsThe bakery was busier than usual, with customers coming in and out, but Selene found herself unusually distracted not by the work, but by the twins. Hunter and Hezekiah had somehow stationed themselves at the counter, playfully bickering over which cupcake flavor was better while helping—if their antics could be called "helping.""Red velvet's overrated," Hunter declared, holding a cupcake like it was a trophy. "Chocolate is where it's at. Classic. Timeless."Hezekiah snorted, grabbing a cupcake of his own. "Yeah, classic and boring. People with real taste go for red velvet."Selene, wiping the countertop, groaned. "Could you two stop arguing and actually do something useful? Like restocking the napkins? Or helping Marcie with the trays?"Hunter leaned on the counter, grinning. "We're providing entertainment for the customers, Selene. That's useful.""Yeah," Hezekiah chimed in, "this is quality service. A comedy act, free of charge."Selene planted her hands on her hi

Chapter 44: Damian Clarke*flashback*"How long have you been trying to keep this company afloat, Mr. Clarke?" Mr. Yves leaned back in the plush chair across the desk, adjusting the gold cufflinks on his sleeves with casual arrogance. His tone was coated in faux concern, but the sharpness in his eyes betrayed his true intent. "Let me think... ah, yes. Since the accident, wasn't it? Such a tragedy. Losing your parents and siblings like that. It must have been devastating." He paused for effect and watched Damian carefully. "And here you are, trying to carry their legacy all on your own. Admirable, yes, but let's be honest. It's overwhelming for someone so... unprepared."Damian sat rigidly with hands clasped tightly on the desk. The words stung, not because they were untrue, but because they echoed the doubts he wrestled with daily. Yves was no stranger to playing on insecurities, and Damian knew this meeting wasn't about compassion, rather it was a calculated move."I understand your

Chapter 46: Prison*flashback continuation*The grand ballroom was bathed in sparkling, golden light. The soft hum of a string quartet filled the air. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, and the clink of champagne glasses punctuated the lively chatter of the guests. The room was adorned with elegant floral arrangements, and a large banner hung near the entrance with golden letters congratulating the engaged.Claudia stood near the entrance as her heart pounded in her chest. She smoothed down her emerald-green gown, nervously clutching a glass of champagne. Tonight was supposed to be her night—a celebration of her engagement to a man she had yet to meet.But then she saw him. Damian Clarke.He was standing near the edge of the room, his back partially turned and his posture rigid. He wore a sharp black suit that accentuated his tall frame with his dark hair neatly styled. Yet, his expression was far from celebratory. His eyes were downcast and his lips pressed into a thin line as if

Chapter 48: ChangedAlaric stood still in front of Arthur with his brow furrowed as confusion painted his face. "What is a company and a CEO? Why do you keep repeating such words?" His voice held a note of frustration. These strange terms swirled in his mind, though he could sense their importance.Arthur hesitated for a moment, as if assessing how best to explain. "Sir," he began carefully, his tone respectful but patient, "a company is an organization where people come together to produce goods or offer services. You, as the CEO, are the one who leads it. You make the decisions that guide the company forward, control the direction it takes, and ensure it remains prosperous."Alaric's expression remained blank. The weight of these new concepts somehow failed to find any grounding in his mind. He glanced down at his own hands, feeling somewhat alien in his own, strange body. "So... I command people?"Arthur nodded, though he chose his words with care. "Yes, sir, in a way. But it's mor

Chapter 50: AbandonedClaudia stepped through the glass doors of Clarke Industries with her heels clicking sharply against the gleaming marble floor. The sound echoed faintly, but it was drowned out by the storm of emotions churning within her. She was here on business—or so she told herself. Deep down, she knew the real reason was far more complicated, tangled in the messy web of guilt and affection that always surfaced when Damian was involved.Her father's confession from the night before weighed heavily on her. How could she face Damian now, knowing what she knew? How could anyone face the daughter of the man who had destroyed their entire family? And worse, knowing that Damian who was still unaware of the truth would look at her with gratitude, believing she had saved him from ruin, only twisted the knife further.Claudia's chest tightened as she moved through the quiet halls, her steps measured but her heart racing. The guilt was suffocating like a relentless voice in her head w