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THE BILLIONAIRE'S BABY MAMA

"Why can't you come back? My heart beats only for you. Your sight alone quenches my thirst and hunger. Come back to me and I'll accommodate both you and your daughter," he broke into a weak sob "Come back to me, lest I die," he breathed heavily, holding his chest as he voiced the words "Oh, Edward!" Her rehearsed self-control slipped from its firm stand "I want nothing more but to stand in your arms forever," she sighed, "But I'm no more the girl you used to love, I'm a Prostitute." Orphaned Roxanne, manages to land a job as a cleaner in a very prestigious company after four years of waiting helplessly. But this job comes with many tasking responsibilities that keep her forever on her toes. One of them being the fact that she has to keep herself from drowning in the grumpy CEO's lusty bed However, withholding herself from falling into lusty temptation isn't the only struggle she has to face, as she is doomed to find out that the secret of her birth family has been lying beneath her nose, that her moral self-control against lust has slipped out of place and given way to a seed that has zero chance of knowing a father and that there is a concentratedly dangerous killer who would not rest until she has been reduced to ashes.

Raphael_asuquo · Urban
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164 Chs

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SEVEN

AUTHOR'S POV

"Room 101 please," Tarella told the glass-wearing receptionist. 

"Is that where the bank is located?" Roxanne asked innocently. She stood behind Tarella.

Tarella stubbornly ignored the question, focussing more on important things.

"What's your name?" The reception eyed her arrogantly, reminding her of Dera and the cocaine she was to benefit.

She replied with a smile "Tarella Wi..."

"Oh! Seems someone's already expecting you," she said sharply "Second floor, last room at the left," she gave the directions offhandedly, displaying her professionalism, or so Tarella thought.

"Thanks," she replied and made to the elevator.

"Is that where the bank's located?" Roxanne asked again, this time, raising her voice a semitone louder.

"Roxanne, can you just be patient?" She spat while reaching forward to hit the button on the elevator.

"I truly need to know..."