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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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164 Chs

CHAPTER SIXTY

CHAPTER SIXTY

ROXANNE'S POV

Two weeks had passed since I was discharged from the hospital, and a month since I had loss memory and two days since I last met the attractive Psychiatrist. His beautiful smile had however managed to bring back a trivial memory. I did remember sleeping over in his house, although I couldn't really recall the details. After spending a considerable time with him, he satisfactorily reduced our sessions, claiming my memory will return soon if i mingled with others.

Having little knowledge about mental issues, I agreed considerably with him, promising to inform my boyfriend.

On reaching home, my supposed boyfriend, Edward still wouldn't allow me go back to work, claiming that I might be bullied by my workmate. Finding his reason very sensible, I had agreed to stay at home, giving him a chance to spoil me greatly and sending the doctor's prescriptions to my mind's trash can.