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Married to My Billionaire Baby Daddy

Chapter 2 THE TITLE

Word Count: 1055    |    Released on: 30/05/2025

harp breath, having overheard his mother's side of the conversatio

g excuses," he mutte

se, and her strength. He had agreed to the arrangement only to stop the endless

marriage, although it came with a condit

g love, but he did

, a cab pulled up ou

gged her figure modestly. Her curls were still damp from the qui

r the marble steps and approa

'am," she said, slightly out of

d affectionately. "You look lovely, d

idden by his phone. Sydney barely acknowledged him; she h

owingly and ges

id gently, "th

nally taking his e

eyes

t, time see

s breat

ut it seemed familiar, li

in front of him, those eyes, that mouth

posed, but there was a flicker of

," he said, voice

itely, still unaware of the

kew

between them,

first time their paths had crossed. A

e under one strict condition:

t he was wealthy, like most people who found their way into his world. He h

ay to silence his mother's e

ad made a silent p

a vast enterprise, owner of multiple tech subsidiaries,

when Sydney's gentle kindness and grounded dem

spected even a hint of gold-digging,

all as nothing more than a single mother

sold office accessories, run with meticulous care and quiet pride. The in

survive.

knew, he was an average man, just like her. Qu

wasn't about romance;

heartbreakingly honest, had come home from

t I have

cursed

I'm fatherless becaus

ive her daughter stability. A name. A home that didn't fee

r daughter a father figure, even if

, the ceremony was as

have a lot of work on my table,

, sharp-jawed, and distant. His expressio

softly, her tone

ehind, bit back a sigh and n

n try. 'First day, and he's alre

s done in a ma

ra, while Sydney offered a practiced smile. Not out of joy,

ver, Zeke reached forward to

ertificate," he said, h

head: Some women take this sort of thing and flaunt it onlin

daries. His expectations. But those could wait. He would hand

blazer and brought

the apartment. You c

and the engraved number: Whitefield. She hadn't expected this p

"But... I think the w

ly. "No problem.

a month from now. What mattered was that

ever, had

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