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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.

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#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#CEO
#LOVEATFIRSTSIGHT
#ABANDONED
#PREGNANCY
#GETTINGBACKTOGETHER

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

ROXANNE'S POV

I woke with a splitting headache; it felt like some football referee was whistling in my head, urging a footballer to kick the ball into my brain. Opening my eyes, was indeed a war to be fought with full armor, for my eyelids were as heavy as ten Goliath.

I took my hands to my head, trying to stop the football match in my head but I only felt the towel-like skin of a bandage, wrapped firmly roumdy head. Feeling extremely disappointed, I allowed the headache to sit and perform in peace.

I scanned the room quietly, taking in the white background and blue curtain.

Where was I? And why the heck was my head threatening to blow up?. I took in a deep breath, and carefully searched for marks that would help me identify my present location. After spending a few minutes scanning and searching for marks, i realised to my utmost surprise that I was in the hospital confined in a bed.