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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 TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

DERA'S POV

I had ended the day in anger. Selena was looking too beautiful in her Turquoise long-sleeved gown. The gown had a long slit from her calf to her knee. She had tied her long brown hair in a ponytail, thereby making me extremely jealous. The turquoise long gown corresponded with her blue eyes; this awakened a maddening rage in me. I felt like ripping the clothes off her moderately curvy body.

I was extremely furious. Furious by the fact that she had not obtained permission from me before putting on the dress. I groaned in a hot temper, hitting my fists on the bed I was lying on.

This was the first time she had rebelled in two years. She even complimented her look with a silver bag and heels. 

I picked up my phone and swiftly dialed her number. She needed to have a taste of the fury cake she had served me. 

The phone rang twice before voicemail picked up.