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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 Twenty-six

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

ROXANNE'S POV

Was I wrong to mistake Tarella's voice for the kidnappers? My heart certainly skipped a thousand meters, when I heard the voice. I had feared the worst. The voice almost swooned me to the cold tiled floor. If not for Tarella's kind and beautiful face and smile, I would've sworn that she was the one.

"Yes Tarella, I'm very much alive. And you, how are you doing?" I returned the pleasantry, wearing a strained smile. For some reason, the smile had refused to come out naturally and genuine

Tarella would never cease to draw everyone's attention to her impeccable fashion. Though she was formally dressed in a suit, her grey trousers stood out elegantly above all the skirts and gowns in the room. She had always been in the spotlight, making heads turn frequently. Her heels and sneakers were always glimmering with money. It was surprising that she was still single, at least that's what she had made everyone believe