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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

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED

EDWARD'S POV

"Edward! Is the offer for massage still on?" Roxanne yelled at me from the room, while I was in the kitchen doing the dishes.

 "Yes," I yelled back, pausing the washing and feeling concentratedly tired. What was it that she couldn't let me rest? Was it a crime to impregnate someone? "Yes," my subconscious replied, reminding me of the heavy guilt I had almost forgotten to carry. The guilt of my sinful deceit; riding on Roxanne's loss of memory for self-gratification. I still felt pangs of guilt wash over me whenever I thought of the day I broke her virginity. If she had been in her right senses, maybe, just maybe she would have kicked against the intrusion. The thought of the different styles we displayed filled me with shame. How could I have been so heartless?