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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.

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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN

AUTHOR'S POV

"Mom!" Michael yelled in a shrill eight-year-old voice while descending the stairs. He didn't bother to watch or slow down his steps, for he had an urgent need.

"What is it, honey?" Mary called out from the kitchen, trying to fix up lunch for them to eat. She had just brought out the eggs and was about to break them.

"I'm hungry" He complained, while following the trail of her voice.

"I know. I'll soon be done with the meal. Why don't you wait at the table for me?" She yelled too, even though she could hear his footsteps, hinting that he was close enough to have heard her even if she had spoken softly.

He didn't give a reply but rather walked into the kitchen to stand with her.

"What are you preparing?" He strained his neck as he eyed the avocado on the table.