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#WEAKTOSTRONG
#CEO
#LOVEATFIRSTSIGHT
#ABANDONED
#PREGNANCY
#GETTINGBACKTOGETHER

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.

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#ABANDONED
#PREGNANCY
#GETTINGBACKTOGETHER

CHAPTER THIRTY

CHAPTER THIRTY

EDWARD'S POV

Mr. Mich's nonsensical statement, pushed my eyes to give him an angry scrutiny. Starting from his shiny head which I noticed was still at its perfect position, and had not, as I would have assumed, fallen to the floor.

If his head still sat perfectly on his chubby neck, why then did he have to spurt out such idiotic words? Was he insane? Did I look so much like an inanimate object, that he could overlook my feelings and try to impose his planned-out idea on me? My hands shook furiously. They were itching to slap the words back into his vocal cords.

I maintained a rude stare. If looks could kill, Mr Mich would have surely been six feet below already. How could he think of such a ridiculous exchange? How could he? I fumed in great anger. To hell with the shares. He could take them and buy a husband for his whorey daughter.