My Baby's Billionaire Father

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d feel the weight of every ghost t

ergence of a heavy downpour. I prayed silently

re we the

eassuringly to my five year old daug

ere drifting closed. My child, the one good thing that

dreaded the most, but my return couldn'

e which we lived in came into view, the high stone w

r little blanket. I felt guilty for dragging my

e informed the staff that I was arriving. My chest

ng girl came flooding back, memorie

o of a lot of the older staff. Everything pretty much looked

more," the housekeeper m

ith a small smile. She was one of the oldest s

e," she leaned down and

ped my hand, shy of the s

r." I was pretty sure the s

eautiful. Just

ly. "Is my mo

day, these past few day

had gotten that bad. L

ags in your respe

staying in my r

object. "In that case, I'd have

ou, Mrs

eart heavy with guilt for having to face m

the stairs, please?" She s

I'll carry

rms. Seeing her happy has always been an anti

?" I asked as we got t

She exclai

excited about bei

refully at the door; she would be fast a

e called out

stepped in, the familiar smell of lilac clinging to th

went immediately to her, with tears in my eyes, and

u." She said softly, her voi

then. "Hi, I'm Sophie

daughter?" My mot

myself to speak without

come and give Gran

nuggled in, like always when she

onds and I could already tell from

let me help you

er's room, we went into mine to freshen up. Stil

h and dinner. And I also decided to rest before my broth

. Sophie was still asleep, so I cl

er a kettle of tea when I

u would still be resti

really sleep

mes with the age" sh

ld get so

dear, just

ed, even though I was

He is usually a

, I'll go che

I didn't want to tire her

so I decided to visit the garden, which ha

or, and my robe didn't stand a chance of keepin

h my robe. Thoughts of him came crawling back, no mat

r, would that have made him come back for me, or even

nd he never would have st

ecided to go into the house.

called out, just as I was

t her at the

cal

g for you," she said h

't waste on casual invitations. My name is written in gold on it. This d

eal. The invitation was simple and in a few words: Newp

that every old-money family in Newport showed up for, smiling for

member. I knew he was in town, his expansion to Newport had made t

is isn't

pling scream tore t

hie