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Vanessa And The Married Billionaire

Vanessa, a young actress struggling to make her mark in Los Angeles, has a one-night stand with a mysterious stranger while she was on a break from her abusive boyfriend. She soon discovers that the stranger is none other than Liam Carson, the married billionaire heir to Carson Enterprises and CEO of Carson Hotels—who also happens to be her boyfriend's childhood friend. As Vanessa attempts to rebuild her life and rekindle her relationship with her now-repentant boyfriend, she is hit with an earth-shattering revelation: she's pregnant with Liam's child. To make matters worse, she works as a waitress at the opulent Carson Hotel, bringing her into close, daily contact with the very man who now harbors an unexpected love for her. Caught in a web of secrets, forbidden love, and impossible choices, Vanessa must navigate a dangerous path where her heart, career, and future hang in the balance. Can she keep the truth hidden, or will the weight of her secret bring everything crashing down? Hello Readers This is my first novel, thank you for giving it a try. I promise to update daily, so that you won't miss out Vanessa and Liam's love story. Please support this novel by commenting, adding to your library collection, gifting and voting massively with power stones and golden tickets.

Alex_Best_6810 · Urbano
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69 Chs

Chapter Forty-four

Vanessa

My mother's gaze held mine with an intensity that made me squirm. "Vanessa, I asked you a question," she repeated, her voice low but laced with a steely edge. "How long have you been pregnant?"

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. How did she know? My cheeks burned, and I stammered out a denial, desperately hoping Paloma would jump in and divert the conversation. But Paloma remained silent, her brow furrowed in concern.

Mom wasn't buying it. She pushed herself off the couch, her movements sharp. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, Vanessa," she said, her voice rising. "Tell me. Now!"

Panic clawed at my throat. "Mom, I'm not pregnant," I choked out, clinging to the flimsy lie. "I'm just sick."

"Sick?" Her voice crackled with disbelief. "You fell ill the moment Paloma opened that platter of fish sticks, is that it?"

Guilt gnawed at me. "Yes," I mumbled, feeling trapped.