Her Billionaire Baby Father
/1/130869/coverbig.jpg?v=4576061094b556ba992e744027ce0d59)
His Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Director
For ten years, Kinsley played the perfect, invisible wife to billionaire Christian Decker. She lived on a meager allowance, secretly pouring her heart into earning first place for a prestigious Hollywood directing fellowship. But on the day her gold-stamped acceptance letter arrived, she stood outside his study and heard him give her hard-earned spot to Blair, his live-in mistress. Christian casually dismissed Kinsley's months of grueling work, claiming a mere housewife didn't need industry resources. He threw an unlimited black credit card on the desk, telling her to go buy some jewelry and stop throwing a tantrum. That same night, he paraded Blair at a Wall Street gala wearing the Decker family's heirloom sapphire, letting Manhattan's elite look at Kinsley with pity and mockery. When Blair boldly moved into their master bedroom, Christian fiercely defended the mistress, warning Kinsley not to cause a scene over nothing. Ten years of quiet devotion were trampled for a fake heiress's vanity. Kinsley looked at the man she had loved, her heart turning completely to ash. She finally understood that in this massive estate, there was never any room for her. She took off her platinum wedding ring, left all his luxury gifts behind, and walked out of the mansion empty-handed. Then, she calmly dialed a private number to her production team. "Scrap the fellowship transition. I'm taking the director's chair directly." She was going to make Blair audition for her on a global live stream, and let Christian watch his precious investment burn.
Chapter 1
"Cross out Kinsley's name. Give the Barnett fellowship to Blair."
The deep voice was smooth, flat, and unwavering. It cut through the quiet second-floor hallway of the Manhattan penthouse.
Kinsley Carney stood frozen outside the mahogany double doors. In her right hand, she gripped a carefully wrapped velvet box containing a vintage tie clip she had spent half a year tracking down for his birthday. In her left, her knuckles turned white around the thick parchment envelope from the Eric Barnett Studio, the gold-foil seal biting painfully into her palm.
Inside the study, paper rustled. Armani Sims, her husband's executive assistant, cleared his throat with obvious hesitation.
"But Mr. Decker," Armani said carefully. "Mrs. Decker earned first place in the blind evaluation. She prepared for three months, staying up consecutive nights until she was hospitalized for a bleeding ulcer. If we strip her of her own achievement now..."
"Her achievement?" Christian Decker interrupted. His tone dripped with aristocratic disdain. "She's a married woman. What is she going to do? Run off to Hollywood and make a fool of herself on a film set? She belongs at home. She can't even manage a dinner party without complaining of exhaustion, let alone direct a film. Blair, on the other hand, actually has a future in this industry. She needs this pedigree."
The words felt like physical blows. Kinsley's breath hitched, her chest tearing with a suffocating agony.
She hadn't just "prepared." She had bled herself dry for this evaluation. For three years, she had been the secret ghost-director behind his media empire's most profitable projects, sacrificing her own name and spotlight to quietly build his throne. She had almost killed herself for this open evaluation, desperate to finally step into the light and hoping—just once—to win her husband's respect.
But to Christian, her agonizing labor wasn't just worthless; it was an embarrassment. He didn't just refuse to support her career—he was casually robbing her of her hard-earned fruits, handing her life's work to Blair as if it were a cheap trinket. In his arrogant eyes, she was nothing but an incompetent, useless housewife who couldn't do anything right.
"Christian, please don't be so harsh on Kinsley," Blair Johnson's soft, fragile voice drifted through the door. "She tried so hard. Even if the evaluators only passed her because they knew she was your wife... if she finds out you gave her spot to me, she'll hate me."
Blair was the Decker family's adopted ward. Kinsley had always treated her with genuine warmth, yet Blair's innocent reliance had morphed into something subtly provocative, a secret intimacy that Christian indulged with exclusive favoritism.
"Let her be mad," Christian replied with that terrifyingly gentle patience he reserved only for Blair. "Giving a masterclass slot to a housewife who has zero talent is just throwing resources into the garbage. Our marriage was a three-year business arrangement to save her family's bankrupt company. I pay for her luxurious life; her only job is to stay out of the public eye and not embarrass the Decker name. If she throws a tantrum, I'll just buy her another limited-edition Birkin. She'll quiet down."
Kinsley did not turn away. She did not cry. The burning hope in her chest simply turned to ash.
She placed her palm against the heavy mahogany door and pushed it open.
The door hit the wall with a dull thud.
The three people inside stopped instantly.
Blair was perched on the armrest of Christian's leather chair. Seeing Kinsley, Blair immediately shrank behind Christian's broad shoulders, her hands twisting the hem of her cashmere cardigan. But Kinsley caught it—the fleeting, triumphant smirk dancing in Blair's teary eyes, a silent, mocking declaration of victory.
Christian sat behind the massive walnut desk. His icy blue eyes lifted, scanning Kinsley's pale face. There was not a trace of guilt on his face, only a flick of annoyance.
"You don't knock anymore?" Christian demanded, his voice sharp and condescending.
Kinsley walked across the room, her leather heels clicking against the polished oak floor. She tossed the thick envelope and the velvet birthday box onto the desk. They slid across the surface and stopped right against his platinum cufflinks.
"Since you heard, Armani doesn't need to brief you," Christian said, loosening his silk tie with a slow tug.
Blair peeked out from behind his shoulder, stepping slightly closer to Christian so their arms brushed.
"Kinsley, I'm so sorry!" Blair's voice shook with practiced innocence. "I just mentioned to Christian that I really wanted to study under Eric Barnett, and he... he just insisted. Please don't be mad at him. If you want, I can let you be my assistant when I go to LA?"
The sheer audacity of the provocation hung heavily in the air.
Kinsley looked at her. Her gaze was as flat and cold as a sheet of winter ice.
"Save the performance, Blair. There are no cameras in this room."
Blair flinched and grabbed Christian's sleeve, burying her face in his arm. "Christian, she's glaring at me..."
Christian stood up. At six-foot-two, he towered over the desk, casting a broad shadow that swallowed the warm lamp light. He reached into his breast pocket, pulled out an all-black titanium credit card, and tossed it toward her. It landed on the carpet directly at Kinsley's feet.
"That is enough, Kinsley," Christian snapped. His tone was laced with disgust. "The slot goes to Blair. You have no business playing pretend career-woman anyway. You'd fail in a week and drag my company's reputation down with you. Pick up the card. Go to Fifth Avenue tomorrow and buy whatever shiny things you want. Be a good Mrs. Decker and stop embarrassing yourself."
Kinsley stared at the black card on the floor. It was the ultimate insult—a bone thrown to a beggar whose lifeblood had just been drained.
A bitter, beautiful smile touched the corner of her lips, clean and devoid of warmth. She knew she didn't have the leverage to fight him openly yet. But she didn't need to. It simply wasn't the right time.
She took a step back, putting clear space between them.
"No need," she said, her voice even. "If she wants my spot, I hope she can actually survive it."
Christian froze. A flicker of startled irritation crossed his face as if he was unequipped for her silence.
His thumb moved to his left hand, tracing the platinum band on his ring finger.
"Watch your tone," he warned, his jaw tightening. "Don't mistake my patience for an excuse to throw tantrums."
Kinsley didn't blink. She turned around and walked out of the study, her back straight and her steps measured.
She crossed the corridor and entered the master bedroom, shutting the door behind her with a soft click. Leaning against the dark wood paneling, she let out a long, slow breath. The tiny thread of hope that had tied her to this house snapped cleanly in the dark.
Walking over to the king-sized bed, she picked up her private phone and dialed Julian Foster.
Julian, one of the most powerful producers in independent cinema, answered on the second ring.
"Kinsley? Did Barnett's office send the confirmation?"
"Forget the fellowship, Julian," Kinsley said, her voice dropping into the cold, surgical cadence of a director in pre-production. "Activate the backup plan. I'm taking the director's chair on Crossing River directly."
Julian drew a sharp breath over the line.
"Are you sure? Taking total creative control means putting yourself right in front of the firing line."
"I've stayed in the shadows long enough," she said. "Draft the contracts tonight. It's time to take back what belongs to me."
She hung up, tossed the phone onto the velvet duvet, and turned toward the bathroom vanity to remove her earrings.
Before her fingers touched the diamond studs, the bedroom door flew open.
Christian stepped across the threshold, his eyes burning with controlled fury.
/0/79999/coverbig.jpg?v=11733a53670814cb16e1d1131e69ef24)
Her Billionaire Baby Daddy
Vanessa Mae Alford with no memory of her former life before George Alford has no other option than to build her entire life around him, making him the center of her world. She stays faithful and devoted to George despite the indecent proposals from the men around her, especially her husband's uncl
/0/39339/coverbig.jpg?v=1092eccc19f5f28b725d7b866bf61831)
A Father to My Baby
Joaquín Oviedo, the prosecutor and also heir to the family that is considered royalty in the United States, the Caldwell-Oviedo's, does not believe in promises. Yet when a friend begs him for help, he makes one. He just didn't count on fate orchestrating things in such a way as to put him in a situa
/0/37476/coverbig.jpg?v=8d0053ebc3eb0b2efab559b1f98d3713)
Mr. Billionaire Bound By Her Baby Bump
Rebecca touched the door's handle to open it but before she could push the door, the man grabbed her waist from behind and came closer to her ears, and said in a husky tone, “Times Up! You are too late!" Hearing him, her heart skipped a bit because his touch didn't make her feel disgusted but it ju
/0/38098/coverbig.jpg?v=f37d171b83ab09a197ad98535c5c5b8b)
Falling For Her Billionaire Baby Daddy
Rachel Lane is a part-time dance instructor and YouTube content creator. Derek Fraser is a successful businessman at the head of a billion-dollar tech empire who works hard and plays even harder. They meet in a club where he is hanging out alone after a busy day at work, while she is there with he
/1/104666/coverbig.jpg?v=9d1f4f0e22da337555c3b2b0437ac9d5)
Not her Biological Father
💕💕💕 She trusted him with everything. But love was never part of the plan... and neither was death. Seventeen-year-old Jessica Harts arrives at the University of Gold Coast full of dreams, brilliant, beautiful, and trusting. Andre Blake, her charming "school father," was everything she thought she
/0/46908/coverbig.jpg?v=49c647f19f5d0ead546afe7d1e265506)
My Student's Billionaire Father
*** This story has steamy scenes that are not suitable for minors.*** When Cassie discovered that her boyfriend of six months was cheating on her with a married younger woman, she looked for the cheating woman's husband and insisted to have sex with him. However, after the deed, she found out that
/1/100647/coverbig.jpg?v=e0ad4cab8e0b1295de51a6f73848b794)
My Baby's Billionaire Father
Elena Whitmore always knew falling for her brother's best friend was a mistake. But one stolen night with Grayson Hale changed everything, and cost her more than she ever imagined. When he vanished without a word, she buried the past and built a life no one could touch. A life that included a daugh
/0/74635/coverbig.jpg?v=37690aafd410cb142b45f4b2ca20e642)
Her Younger Baby Daddy
"What I want from you is something small, very small, miniscule." I crossed my arms over my chest and tipped my chin, " What is this small thing I have to do for you?" I lifted my cup and took the last swig of the coffee, " A baby, I want to make a baby with you." He said. *********** Billionaire E
/0/65247/coverbig.jpg?v=9a971ede9ea73cf54ac3a88f809cb390)
HER BABY DADDY ALPHA
Ashley Smith has always been ordered around by the men in her life. First, her father, the Alpha ordered her to leave her fated mate. At the risk of being disowned, she rejects her mate. On top of it all, her mate gets exiled. Three years later, Trent Wade is back to claim everything and Ashley isn'
/1/111976/coverbig.jpg?v=1708d8fc2a5e308fcb4ee88b85b4a2c8)
BABY FOR MR. BILLIONAIRE
Belle Triston, a pediatrician with a brilliant career faked her relationship with a billionaire. She didn't like Gabrielle Rolland's arrogance at all, but she had to become a surrogate mother to give birth to Gabrielle's offspring in order to fulfill her mother's last wishes before she died. Their r
/0/50130/coverbig.jpg?v=4f2b18311712da7f77848fa3a95bebca)
Hiding Her Boss's Baby
"Five million dollars to be my wife for three months," "I'm not interested, Mr. Miles..." "I'll make it ten million. So, what do you say?" May couldn't say no to the tempting offer her boss had given her especially now that she needed money badly to start a new life with her unborn child. "
/0/59073/coverbig.jpg?v=bd8fea44960237003dbf4f770733fd4d)
Claiming her baby
After trying countless times to have a child, Monica finally realizes she is pregnant and rushes to tell Ethan but finds him in bed with her housekeeper. Hurt, disappointed, and scared, she leaves and discovers Nicholas Sterling who is pressured to produce a child and have a wife just to keep his po
/0/84876/coverbig.jpg?v=3292035f0ee8585ee19446d6a2e409d3)
Contract, Baby, And Billionaire
The cold screen of my phone cast a harsh glow on Olivia' s smug, made-up face-my art school rival-her latest post a candid, unflattering photo of me. Then, I saw the caption: "Some people will do anything for money. Here's Scarlet, a little fuller these days. Wonder if she finally landed a big fi
/0/46378/coverbig.jpg?v=638af48390c07aab60b8fc07894ebf05)
Billionaire Baby Daddy
Two strangers, Alexandra Davis, a country girl, and Derrick Johnson, a tech billionaire have a steamy one-night stand after being drugged. The night ends up leaving the both with scars that change their lives forever. Four years later... They meet again, Alexandra with a son rocks the cold world
/0/49963/coverbig.jpg?v=87d887cb8368447fb210d29d2d92c974)
The Billionaire Baby
Got Heartbroken and hit off the club to calm her mind. She meets a loner like her and they pretty much drank themselves into a stupor in celebration of their numerous heartbreaks. Moments started from a drinking partner to an unforgettable bed mate which led to her unwanted pregnancy a few months l
/0/57025/coverbig.jpg?v=b10d27c6f3d5ee64bb87e92ced63a9b8)
THE BILLIONAIRE SURROGATE'S BABY
Finding a surrogate mother wasn't an easy task in today's world. Some surrogate mothers drink alcohol and smoke during pregnancy, while others neglect their responsibilities, risking the well-being of the unborn child. This fear weighed heavily on Rome's mind. The baby was the only remaining con
/0/66360/coverbig.jpg?v=78d1f39aaea6cc0de6a91dc2c8a9d128)
MY BILLIONAIRE BABY DADDY
" Please don't tell anyone." She turned around and sighed heavily. "Really? You want the rest of the staff to be shocked by the news more than they already will be?" " I need to tell them and I will tell them." She nodded, "Fine. I'll give you twenty four hours," she headed out of the office and sli
/0/46980/coverbig.jpg?v=6e8e61a7da10d1dfc3b923526608c141)
My Wicked Billionaire Baby
Leon Ronnie, CEO and manager of the Ronnie Building, wants me, a simple ordinary girl, to live in his mansion? What should I do?
/0/90646/coverbig.jpg?v=7f58064107c5e7d22696679d43a6234e)
Married To Ex's Billionaire Father
I'm not the type of girl who picks up a man on a rooftop bar. Not the kind of girl who lets a man's hands roam my body, discovering I have no panties on. Never the girl who has hours' worth of o's from a smoking-hot one-night stand. But Dominick makes it so easy to say yes. His body, his moves, and
/0/64952/coverbig.jpg?v=e3b2403bd4c60d2010d6ed27d2bb8aba)
The Billionaire Sugar Baby
Desperate to make ends meet, young stripper Emma catches the eye of enigmatic billionaire Robert at the club. Their age gap and different worlds aside, he offers her a proposition: be his sugar baby and he'll take care of her financial woes. But when a surprise pregnancy tests their arrangement, Emm
