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THE BILLIONAIRE'S BABY MAMA

"Why can't you come back?" He sniffed, eyes red and blazing with love, and pangs of guilt gnawing on my chest. "My heart beats only for you," he continued, knees propped hard on the floor and head slightly bent. I felt like the devil himself as I watched tears flow uncontrollably from his eyes. He would not understand, would he? I bit my lips nervously wishing there was something I could do to console him. "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 and my heart sliced into shreds. "Oh, Edward!" My rehearsed self-control slipped from its firm stand. "I want nothing more but to stand in your arms forever," my voice vibrated with a brewing sob. "But I'm no more the girl you used to love, I'm now 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 dangerous killer who would not rest until she has been reduced to ashes.

Raphael_asuquo · Urban
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164 Chs
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#CEO
#LOVEATFIRSTSIGHT
#ABANDONED
#PREGNANCY
#GETTINGBACKTOGETHER

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE

AUTHOR'S POV

Dera knocked gently, suddenly aware of staring eyes. This wasn't the first time she had visited Raymond or knocked at his door, but it certainly was her first since the humiliating arrest. Of course, everyone had seen her, literally every single soul. Who wouldn't? When she had been carried away with cuffs by uniformed policemen, looking like a dead cat.

She knew very well that it didn't matter to the onlookers that she had fainted nor was in a critical condition. What only mattered was the people who had led her out.

Raymond opened the door, looking very gaunt. He was dressed in a red turtleneck long sleeve that seemed too common for a highly paid doctor.