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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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#R18
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#CEO
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#ABANDONED
#PREGNANCY
#GETTINGBACKTOGETHER

Chapter Twenty-two

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

EDWARD'S POV

"Thug? Why will two thugs escort Roxanne to the hospital?" I pondered deeply, guiding my thoughts carefully so that they wouldn't stray into thinking of the worst.

I racked my brain, trying to solve the twisted puzzle. The middle-aged man did make mention of a lady. Why would a lady move with thugs? 

I needed to find the man again, to make the scenario a bit clearer. For the whole scene, the man painted was foggy to me.

I ascended the stairs to the next floor, hoping to find the man.

I muffled a low thank God as I met the man, standing outside his door with a lady.

"Sorry for interrupting, please can you describe the lady again?" I asked, shifting attention to myself.

"What lady?" He asked, not comprehending the discourse I began. He scrutinized me with his eagle eyes, visibly showing his disgust.