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#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.

Raphael_asuquo · Urbain
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#PREGNANCY
#GETTINGBACKTOGETHER

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX

AUTHOR'S POV

"Uhhm it's just a guess. You know assassins mostly use stones to eliminate their victims, so I just made the assumption" Tarella stammered, then attempted to lighten the mood "Oh c'mon Mara you do make weird assumptions. Don't tell me you were already suspecting me as the hired assassin" Tarella laughed gently, waving her hands in the air to show her disbelief.

Just as expected, Mara was shaken. "I must truly make weird assumptions pretty fast" Her thought aligned with that of Tarella, making her lift herself from the chair to her feet, in suppressed agony. Her waist had begun to ache her.

"Then, I shall get going" she bowed slightly "Have a nice day" she wished before seeing herself out.

As soon as the door closed, Tarella heaved a sigh of relief. She had no idea what would've happened if she hadn't made that quick cover.