All Chapters of Loving The Billionaire Gone Wrong: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Weeks slipped by quickly for David. Each passing day blurred into the next, his thoughts haunted by the confrontation with Emma.The memory of her harsh words—of him not being worthy to father a child conceived by her—echoed in his mind over and over again. He tried to throw himself into work, convincing himself that focusing on it would help him forget.Tonight, however, demanded his full attention. The Whitmores had scheduled a dinner meeting with the other potential business partner they hoped David would collaborate with.This partnership had been in the works for weeks. The Whitmores believed it would be mutually beneficial to bring both companies together, and today, both CEOs would be discussing the proposal with the Whitmores.David adjusted the cuffs of his navy-blue suit and straightened his tie in front of the mirror. The tailored suit hugged his frame sharply, making him look good. Just as he reached for his cufflinks, a soft knock sounded on the door.Allison walked in, d

David came back to the table and found everyone laughing and smiling. Christian was busy chatting with Alfred and Irene, and even Allison seemed to be in a good mood. David paused for a second, then cleared his throat and gave a small smile."Sorry for the delay," he said.Alfred turned to him right away. "David, are you okay with the contract now? Do you think we can move forward with it?"David glanced briefly at Emma. He had thought long and hard about it and had made up his mind."Yes," he answered. "I'm willing and ready to partner with Christian."Alfred smiled, clearly pleased. Irene nodded along, looking happy as well."That's wonderful news," she said."Then let's make a toast!" Alfred raised his glass. "To a successful partnership. We can discuss further details later."Everyone lifted their wine glasses and made a toast. There were smiles all around, and the mood at the table grew lighter and happier. Soon, the waiters came in with their meals, and the plates were filled wi

Emma was at the hospital, jotting down notes from a patient’s chart. She was focused on work, as usual, when her phone vibrated in the pocket of her coat.She pulled it out and saw the caller ID. It turned out to be her father.She blinked at the screen. Her fingers paused in mid-air. Why was her father calling her now?Her heart skipped slightly. It had been a while since they last spoke—and even then, their last conversation hadn't ended well.What could he possibly want now?She took a deep breath and answered, slowly pressing the phone to her ear."Hello?"Her father's voice came through—deep, stern, and cold. "Is it true?"Emma frowned. "Is what true? What are you talking about?"There was a short silence before his voice came again, this time quieter, but with disappointment clinging to every word."That you have a child."Emma froze.Her grip on the phone tightened. She shut her eyes briefly, letting out a slow breath. So he already knew.Of course, he would find out. News trav

The heavy silence in the room was abruptly interrupted by the soft click of the door.Mathew Smith stepped into the living room. His gaze swept across the room, landing on each person, one by one, noting the uncomfortable tension thick in the air.His eyes narrowed."What is going on here?" he asked.No one spoke. Not even the servants. Everyone seemed frozen, unsure of how to respond.Isabel's angry expression shifted in an instant. The moment she saw Mathew walk in, the sharp look on her face softened, replaced by one of hurt and grievance. She hurried over to his side as if she couldn’t wait to be the first to speak, to let him hear how unfairly she’d been supposedly treated by Emma."Darling, You're back," she said softly, with a sigh. "I tried to be accomodating. I truly did. But Emma... I just don't know. She disrespected me in front of the servants, all because I asked about her daughter. I really didn't mean any harm."Isabel already knew that none of the maids would dare spe

The long dining table was filled with various dishes, carefully prepared and arranged. Mathew sat at the head of the table, his posture straight, his expression unreadable. But his eyes were not on the food.They were focused entirely on Claire.The little girl sat quietly beside her mother, politely using her fork and spoon as she ate.Mathew found himself watching her more than he intended to. He observed the way Emma gently peeled the bones from the fish before placing them on Claire's plate. And every time, Claire would softly say, "Thank you, Mummy," before continuing her meal.There was something about the way she did it that stirred something within Mathew. He hadn’t expected it, but there it was. A warmth tugged at him. He told himself it was just curiosity. But deep down, a small voice whispered the truth he wasn’t ready to hear.He was beginning to like the child.She had a calm aura, and her gentle smile reminded him of someone. Of Emma—when she was much younger, before li