The Billionaire I Hated Is My Baby Daddy
He got me pregnant, stripped me of my virginity, abandoned me and still want me back...
Ten years ago, Nadia Voss’s dreams of becoming an investigative journalist were shattered by a single night of passion and a devastating betrayal. Fired from her job as a maid for the powerful De Montclair family and ghosted by the man she loved, Leandro Cruz, Nadia was left pregnant, alone, and stripped of her Ivy League scholarship. Now, she is a fiercely protective mother to ten-year-old genius twins, working days as a lowly editorial assistant and nights as a masked stripper to fund their future. She has spent a decade hating the untouchable billionaire who ruined her life.
Leandro De Montclair is a tech genius with psychosomatic condition. He has a violent, life-threatening aversion to human touch, triggered by a traumatic mobbing incident ten years ago. Isolated and locked in a bitter succession war with his ruthless half-brother, Julian, Leandro’s only goal is to secure his position as CEO of his late father’s biotechnology empire.
When Julian orchestrates a cruel setup to trigger Leandro’s condition using a masked stripper, the plan backfires spectacularly. The stripper is Nadia. And in a shocking twist of fate, she is the only person in the world whose touch doesn't send Leandro into anaphylactic shock. Desperate to prove his stability to the board, Leandro offers Nadia a marriage of convenience. For Nadia, it’s a chance to secure her sons' futures; for Leandro, it’s a shield against his brother’s sabotage. But as the ink dries on their contract, the bitter enemies are forced to confront the explosive chemistry that never died, the lies that tore them apart, and a secret that will change the De Montclair legacy forever. Leandro is their legitimate father.
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Chapter: Chapter 5 (Pov Leandro)"Where is Nadia?"Those were the only words in my head right now. Not what Tessa had done, or the woman in the sheets, the headache, none of it. Just that one question, turning over and over again on my head."Where is she, Tessa?"Tessa set her coffee cup down and folded her arms. "Leandro, you need to calm down before you… ""Answer my question Tessa." I yelled. "Well, I don't know where your little maid is." She spoke with so much contempt in her voice and she watched my face when she said it, checking for my reaction. "Look Lean, frankly, that's not the conversation we should be having right now. What we should be talking about is…""We are not talking about anything." I picked my phone up off the dresser. The screen had eleven missed calls from my assistant, my cousin Rafael and two unknown numbers. I ignored all of them and wore my shoes."We are done talking." "Leandro." She spoke. "If you walk out of this room and make a scene, the photos from last night will
Last Updated: 2026-05-14
Chapter: Chapter 4(Leandro’s Pov)I woke up around 8:16am. I lay still for three seconds and ran through what I could remember. I couldn't remember a single thing about how I got here.“Where am I?”I was still wondering where I was and then, suddenly I felt it. A manicured finger moving slowly across my chest in the most seductive way.I got up from the bed and looked and I saw a totally naked woman on my bed. I jumped off from the bed, and the room tilted. I had to grab the bedpost with one hand while the headache hit.The lady was lying across the sheets, watching me with her chin propped in her hand and a slow smile on her face. I had never seen her before in my life, with dark hair and an expensive makeup that had partially smeared overnight, wearing nothing but a sheet she was holding loosely at her waist.She looked at me the way someone looks at something they're proud of owning. "Look who is awake” she said slowly. “Good morning sweet dick”"Who are you?" I asked roughly as I looked around t
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Chapter: Chapter 3(Pov Nadia)Three weeks passed and then the nausea came every morning without fail, to a point I started waking up every ten minutes before it hit and just walking to the bathroom and waiting for it on my knees. At first, I told myself it was stress. I had read enough to know that stress could do this and disrupt everything and I told myself that and I believed it because I needed to believe it.Then, on Thursday, the worst happened. I bought the test on a Thursday afternoon after I visited the nearest hospital and I folded the receipt, put it in my pocket and walked home without looking at anyone.I went straight to the bathroom, locked the door and sat on the edge of the bathtub for a long time.“You already know,” a voice in the back of my mind said quietly. “You've known for at least two weeks. You've just been deciding not to know.”I picked it up, my whole world turning right before my eyes. I sat very still on the edge of that bathtub for a long time.I was just twenty years
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Chapter: Chapter 2(Pov Nadia)The bus ride home took forty minutes.I sat in the back row with my duffel between my feet, and my face turned toward the window the whole time. I didn't want anyone to see my eyes. They were swollen already and I knew it. I could feel the thickness in my eyelids, the sting that wouldn't settle no matter how many times I blinked. I held two fingers against my mouth and told myself to breathe slowly and just get home first. Our building was a bungalow walk-up on Dowell’s Street. The paint on the walls had been peeling since I was twelve. The staircase smelled like mildew and the neighbour's cooking. I climbed it with my duffel cutting into my shoulder and my chest still painful from crying, and I stopped outside apartment 2B and stood there for a moment with my key in my hand as I wondered how my mother would react seeing me home. “Just go in. She'll understand. She's your mother.” I said to myself as I turned the key and pushed the door open.My mother was in the kitchen.
Last Updated: 2026-05-14
Chapter: Chapter 1(Pov Nadia)I should have seen it coming.And looking back now, I think I see the signs clearly. The way the other maids stopped talking when I walked into a room. The way Chef Margaret started giving me the worst chores again after months of leaving me alone.The way Mrs. De Montclair's personal assistant, Gloria, looked cruelly at me at breakfast that morning.I saw all of it. I just haven't understood yet what was going on.:At half past nine, They called me into the east drawing room.I remember smoothing my uniform before I knocked, well that's just a habit I'd picked up in this house ever since I started working as a maid, always trying to look neat and trying to be enough.My apron was pressed, my shoes were clean and I'd done everything right.I knocked twice at the door, just the way we were trained to, and waited. Then came her voice. "Come in."Mrs Helena De Montclair, my boss said, as I pushed the door open.She was seated at the head of the long settee, draped in a cream
Last Updated: 2026-05-14
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