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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 THIRTY-THREE

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THREE

AUTHOR'S POV

Coming back to live with Mary was a prayer answered to Selena. She had dreamed of nothing but to be reunited and forgiven by her foster family, and to be accepted by them.

It had come true. Before her eyes, was little Michael struggling to draw her image on the sketch pad he held. He was concentrating so fully that a tear forced its way out of her eyes.

She was too happy to smile. All she could do was shed the happiness down in tears, at seeing him paint so intently.

No, it wasn't the painting that brought tears to her eyes. It was her love for him that broke her, making her adore him even more.

When he had been born, she had rushed to hold the baby even before his mom because she felt a strong attachment to him, like he was hers.