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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 THIRTEEN

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN

ROXANNE'S POV

My body stiffened, I felt like I was going to collapse and die at any moment. I closed my eyes, trying to ward off the fear and nervousness and at the same time trying to mentally push myself out of the room to avoid facing Edward.

"Roxanne!" He called, and I heard his feathery steps draw near. "This is so funny, take a look at this?" He tapped me "I never knew your mouth could be this wide" He chuckled in a deep monotone that seemed to always appear and disappear at will

I finally opened my eyes as he said those words "What?" I reacted at once. Wasn't I screwed? But how?... the photo? I quickly grabbed the photo from him, wondering what was so funny in a nude. 

But it wasn't a photo of my nudity, but a photo of me on a Ferris ride, screaming my lungs out. I looked up from the photo, creasing my brow.