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THE BILLIONAIRE'S BABY MAMA

"Please come back to me," the tears flowed freely down his cheeks, falling tiredly on his tuxedo as he knelt in the sun close to his Lamborghini Sian, ignoring the passersby who couldn't cease to stare at the romantically diminishing sight. Tears gathered in her eyes, mirroring his feelings. "I want to, but I can't!" The words ceremoniously led to the outpour of more tears, some lucky ones falling straight into her mouth. "If only you had come earlier," the painful thought cut through her chest, tearing down the arteries that guarded her heart against romantic entanglement "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. Keeping your hearts safe in my hands will be a duty I'll swear to carry on till eternity," 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 the job comes with other tasking responsibilities, that keep her forever on her toes; 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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CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT

AUTHOR'S POV

Selena and Mary turned in unison, fear written all over their face. Was there a ghost in the house? Or did little Michael say something else and their ear had interpreted it differently? But their eyes saw something different. Michael was the only soul at the dining area. It was either the ghost was speaking through him? Or they had misheard him. Either way, their heart raced in harmony. They could almost hear the musical rhythm.

"What did you just say?" Selena stood up from the couch leaving a dazed Mary to fend for herself.

Michael looked down at the phone, pretending someone had not said anything to him.

"Michael! I'm talking to you. What did you just say" Selena yelled, taking her hands to feel the newly sprout hair on her head.