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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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#GETTINGBACKTOGETHER

Chapter Twenty-three

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

ROXANNE'S POV

The strong gasoline smell filled my nostrils and heart with peppery fear. What did they plan on doing to me?

My taped mouth was trying to break loose to shout for help, but it was all to no avail. I was to die today, and there was nothing much I could do. 

Painful tears flowed down my eyes. Why did the orphanage overseer have to save me from the chilly night air outside the orphanage walls that fateful night? Of what use was it? I should've been left to die then, rather than suffer all these years and still die at a young age.

I tried desperately to breathe in fresh and less polluted air but met with little success. The cold hands of death were caressing my face, sending frightening shivers to all the parts of my body. The hands were quite chilly. And for a moment, I found it comforting.