The Billionaire BabyMama

(Mara's POV)

Tears lingering in my eyes, I pleaded with my elder sister to take care of her baby herself. Abandoning her would only make things worse.

"You're not doing the right thing, Clara. She's your daughter, please!" I begged.

"Taking care of a baby isn't something I'm ready for. She's also her father's responsibility. He deserves to be with her too," she shrugged.

The baby let out a bloodcurdling scream. Before I could reach for her, Clara picked her up-not to soothe her, just to carry her.

"Clara, she's a baby! Don't be wicked!" I raised my voice, watching as she placed the baby into her car seat.

How I wished I had given birth to that precious child. The three days I spent with her were special to me. I named her Jewel. Her mother hadn't even bothered to name her, nor did she care for her.

Clara wasn't ready for motherhood. The pregnancy had been unexpected-one she couldn't terminate without risking her life.

She was still willing to take that risk, but I emotionally blackmailed her into keeping the baby.

I wished she understood that God's gifts are the best. During her pregnancy, she changed. I saw someone more mature, someone softer in my once sexually reckless sister.

I stood there, watching her drive out of the mansion. I wiped my tears and got into my car to follow her, praying she wouldn't abandon Jewel at an orphanage.

She drove faster than I expected, which meant she knew who the father was. She had lied to us all, saying she didn't know. But I knew Clara-she followed her sexual urges without thinking.

My phone rang in the pocket of my jacket. With one hand on the steering wheel, I used the other to answer.

"Hey," came a voice I instantly recognized-my best friend.

"I'm driving..."

"Shut up and listen to what I'm about to tell you, bitch!" Naomi yelled.

"What?" I groaned, still following my sister's car.

"I found out who the father of your sister's baby is. Don't ask me how, when, or any of your usual questions. Just get here now!" she shouted.

Hearing that, I halted and turned off the engine.

"Samara, don't stress about it. I have all the information," she said with a grin in her voice.

"You didn't even tell me you were doing research or anything," I scoffed.

"Yeah, I didn't. But I told you I've got you covered, which means..."

"I'm here for you," I completed her sentence. She chuckled.

"Bitch, drive as fast as you can and get here now. I can't wait to show you everything." She hung up.

I smiled. Naomi was truly my best friend-always there for me through thick and thin. The only person I could rely on.

My mind finally felt at peace. The information would help me locate the father. Once I did that, I'd take Jewel back and finally adopt her.

Clara would have left the city by then. She wouldn't know a thing. I let out a deep breath.

Without hesitation, I made a turn and headed to Naomi's house-just twenty minutes away.

(Zayn's POV)

As my driver pulled into the mansion and parked, I raked my fingers through my hair. Damn, I was exhausted.

I was getting tired of this life. I'd just spent a week on a business trip, working ten-hour days to prepare for the opening of Norman Company's new branch. A delay from a client that dragged from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. had drained me even more.

Since I lived alone, I stayed in this mansion with a close friend.

With the top two buttons of my shirt undone, exposing my chest, I walked inside, a few guards trailing behind me. The maids handled my luggage.

I took my suitcase from them at the front door. The maids bowed respectfully until I stopped...

"What the... hell?" I stared for a long moment, frozen in shock. My brain stopped functioning as my eyes landed on the object blocking my path.

An infant car seat.

Next to it, a small bag filled with baby toys.

"Whose child is this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

I looked around, silently demanding an explanation.

"Mr. Norman, a woman came earlier and dropped her off-with a note," the head maid said nervously.

"And you didn't think to give me a phone call, Delilah?" I barked.

"She came with officers, sir. She provided a DNA test result... It has your name on it," Delilah stammered.

"Is this some kind of joke? So what about the result? Why did you let her leave this here?" I yelled, snatching the paper from her.

I read it carefully. My name. My information. Everything pointed to me being the father. I chuckled bitterly. This had to be a prank, right?

Delilah handed me a note.

No name:

I know this must be some kind of shock to you. Trust me, she's yours. If you remember the night you got drunk-the woman who wasn't there when you woke up was me. Her name is Jewel. Take care of her for now.

No signature. Nothing.

I reached into the seat and pulled the blanket aside. A tiny, sleeping infant lay there. My heart raced wildly. I could barely take care of myself, and now... a baby?

Jack, my friend, walked in just then.

"Man, you're back-" He stopped shortly, seeing the baby.

"You brought a baby too?".His surprised tone made me glare.

"This baby isn't yours..."He said in disbelief,he knows I wouldn't want to have a baby.

"It's mine-according to the test result. The mess you got me into the night you made me drink!" I shouted.

"What?" Jack exclaimed. I threw the note at him.

"This is a big mess," he said grimly after reading it.

"This is ridiculous," I sighed.

I walked inside and pulled out my phone to call my secretary.

"Mara, resume work immediately," I ordered.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm very busy and-"

Jack snatched the phone from me and ended the call.

"What?" I shouted.

"It's late. Call the police if you must. Don't drag her into this-she's your secretary, not your slave," Jack said, irritated.

"She promised to resume after nine months!" I yelled back.

"It hasn't been nine months. Calm down-you're just tense."

"Why wouldn't I be? Me? A father? I'm not ready for this shit." I rubbed my tired eyes.

The baby's thunderous cries echoed through the mansion.

I scoffed and covered my ears. The sound was unbearable. So unbearable.

"For now, I'll send for another test. But the baby is our responsibility-please," Jack said.

"Yours. Not mine," I replied coldly and turned to leave, the baby still crying non-stop.