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Bed Of Roses: The Billionaire's Wife

[Book One] [WARNING!!!] R-18 Smut Scenes will come in so, parental guidance is advised. *.*.*.*.*.* Barely a month of being a classroom teacher, Selena Scott's life will change. When she encounters Bella Reese Lancaster, a four year old who would do anything to have her as her mother, and Timothy Reese Lancaster, a father with a daughter complex, one who would ruin the world so his daughter can be happy, she is taken on a roller coaster ride. One she will love for the rest of her life. But, when the tides start to change and the seas get stormy, would she be able to hold onto that which binds them together? Even if she lets go, she wouldn't be losing anything. Or would she? *.*.*.*.*.* "You're crazy," Selena mumbled, shaking her head. "Yea," Timothy didn't disagree. "For you," "You know," He continued, trailing kisses from her face down to her neck. "Getting you pregnant wouldn't be bad. After all-" Timothy shrugged and nibbled on her nape for a second before meeting her eyes, -"Bella's old enough to take care of two younger ones." "What!!?"

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CHAPTER 89... RESURFACED

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"So," Annabelle said, placing both hands on the table and pushing herself up to her feet. "I believe we have come to a very considerable conclusion."

"I will update my boss and this development and we will get back to you on our final decisions." She added, piling up her things. "Pardon me, but I will have to leave now as I have something to attend to." She said and left.

Once she entered into her office, Annabelle slumped on the couch, tired and sleepy. Those men had drained the life our of her with their arguments. 

Why would they want to partner with a body like them? For heaven's sake, they were not united amongst themselves, arguing over nothing like bunch of kids.

She hissed, feeling hungry and pushing herself out of the chair to go out to the cafeteria. She should just eat so that her aggression does not get transferred on someone else's head.

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Evening...