LOGINAfter the one-night stand with a man who refused to tell her his name, Charlotte would figure out on TV that the man she had s*x with the previous night was the heir to a billionaire empire. At the same time, Jace Norman—the infamous Playboy heir—faces a public scandal that threatens his inheritance. To protect the family empire, his ruthless father forces him into an immediate contract marriage. And just like that Charlotte would get married to the spoiled, reckless son of the most powerful billionaire in the city. That one night, Room 55 and five thousand dollars she desperately needed would change her life forever. Weeks later, Charlotte discovers she’s pregnant. But before she can process the truth, her manipulative boyfriend claims the child is his and begins blackmailing her. As their fake marriage becomes dangerously possessive, secrets begin to spiral. An ex-boyfriend demanding money. Jace's jealous college lover is determined to destroy Charlotte. Charlotte's sister is hiding betrayal behind sweet smiles. And a billionaire father who will eliminate anyone to protect the Norman name. When a forged DNA test claims the baby isn’t Jace’s, the empire turns on Charlotte. But the truth is far darker than any of them realises. Because someone has been orchestrating every lie from the beginning. And when Jace finally discovers the baby is his… He will have to choose between his father’s empire— Or the woman carrying his heir.
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It was a dark, busy cold evening, When Jace walked into the “Monarch Lounge” a luxury underground bar where billionaires alike, come to chat, chill and discuss business deals. Jace had just returned from California earlier that day, and upon arriving home, he was introduced by his father to several business partners. They were all full of questions, wanting to know about his college life. Jace, feeling tired and bored in the evening, decided to go out for a drink. When he got to the bar he sat at the counter, everything going on in the bar at the moment seemed useless to him, he had come in to ease stress and not chit chat. On the other side of the counter was Charlotte, the gorgeous-looking bartender. Charlotte poured him a shot of tequila, and he kept requesting more. On drinking his 7th shot, he thought to himself “What better way to ease stress than a good sex?” Jace would kick-start a conversation with Charlotte the bartender. Jace POV You look like you don’t belong here,” I said, She smiled and replied “Neither do you” What time do you close?” I asked. She hesitated for a second. “Midnight.” I checked my watch. 11:17pm. Good,” I said calmly. “Room fifty-five. The Royal Crest Hotel. It’s down the street.” Before she could speak, I added “ Five thousand dollars, for your time.” She stared at me quietly for a while. “I don’t—” she started. “You don’t?” I asked softly. “Need it? Want it? Or don’t believe me? “Yes actually–” she replied. “ Five thousand dollars is a lot of money, I would need to work extra shifts for four months to earn that much.” I pulled out two thousand dollars cash from my wallet and slid it on the counter towards her “ Upfront payment, see you by 12, room fifty-five, don't keep me waiting.” “You don't even know my name” she said “Why don't you tell me in the hotel room, see you by midnight.” Charlotte – The Knock (Room 55) The hotel dazzled at night, with calm music, quiet atmosphere and too expensive for someone like her. Charlotte stood in the hallway with a thought on her head “Five thousand dollars is a huge sum of money, it would cover the rent, her mom's nursing home bills and calmly be able to support Bruce, her “boyfriend” after all it was just for one night. Charlotte was lost in thought, when a hotel staff member approached her “Good-day madam her you by any means lost or are you trying to meet up with someone?” “Yes actually–” she answered “I am trying to get to room fifty-five” ohh that's a vip room, alright it's on the 3rd floor, you can either use the stairs or make use of the elevator. “Thanks so much, I should get going.” On reaching room fifty-five, she stared at the door for a minute while she took a deep breath and finally knocked on the door. The door opened slowly, and there he was. “I knew you would come, the only problem is you are five minutes late, but I will let it slide.” “I don’t stay long,” she replied. “I get to decide when you leave, come in.” He took off his robe, wearing only boxers. Walking towards the bathroom, he said softly “Take your clothes off and join me, be fast.” She had no choice but to do as requested and upon walking into the bathroom, she stood quietly at the door. “Common do I have to tell you everything, and by the way why are your panties still on? Take them off and come into the bathtub.” “Can I please have a moment to process all this? By the way, you entered the bathroom with your boxers on” she said He stood up just for her to realise he was naked and his cock was already hard. “Ohh myy–” she reacted with her mouth wide open. “Never seen a cock this big? This must be your lucky day, now get in, you are wasting too much time.” Charlotte slowly loosens her bra and gently takes off her panties. “Nice boobs and clits,” he said with a straight face. She stepped into the bathtub and they both sat on opposite sides looking each other straight in the eye. “Now what next?” She asked “Now is the time I get to know your name,” he replied. “I am Charlotte, what about you?” “That's not important, you do yourself good by not knowing who I am” he said “Huhhh–” she started “Am I understood? And also I ask the questions you don’t” “Understood” she replied “Good girl, now suck my dick” he ordered. Charlotte’s POV I moved closer, grabbing his cock and teasing it with my tongue. I attempted to put the whole thing in my mouth but it was too big to fit. “I kept throbbing his cock in my mouth” His groan echoed all over the room “ahhh such a good girl,” while his fingers were teasing my nipples. I tried telling myself this was just for the money. Just a moment. Just something to get through. But my hands trembled anyway and my p***y gave in. I was feeling soaked already just by the sound of his deep groan and his fingers on my pussy. He stood up and lifted me, while I wrapped my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist. He threw me on the hotel bed, I grabbed his neck tightly and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him to myself on the bed. He fell heavily on the bed breathing hard. He pressed his lips on mine hungrily, I moved closer to him reciprocating the kiss, enjoying the moment of his rough passionate kiss, he hovered above me without breaking the kiss. I gently opened my legs, his cock rubbing against my p***y. He groaned as the kiss became intense. As he licked and sucked all over my body. He would grab the duvet and pull it over our heads.Bruce didn’t sleep that night.He just sat at his kitchen table, staring at the photo.It showed him leaving his apartment. From that very day. He never saw who took it, but whoever it was had come close enough to touch him. Under the photo, they’d scribbled four words: We told you to stop.He sat there, watching the sun come up, and didn’t stop. He kept digging.If someone was sending threats, it meant he was on to something important. That scared him. But mostly, it made him curious.By eight, he was walking into the city archives. The old clerk barely bothered to look up.“What do you need?”Bruce slid a note across the counter. “I’m looking for historical records.”The clerk’s tone was tired. “What kind?”“Death records.”She let out a sigh. “Name?”He hesitated—just a beat—then said it. “Robert Green.”She froze. Only for a split second. Most people would have missed it, but Bruce caught it. Then she went back to business, started typing. A few minutes later, she handed him a nea
Bruce stayed through the dark hours. Long after midnight, stillness weighed on his chest like a held breath.Beneath the hum of passing traffic, a bulky envelope pressed against his leg. The pavement blurred beneath spinning wheels."Robert Green."That word held on tight. Unlike the rest, it refused to disappear.He appeared in none of the papers now, not even once.Word spread through breakfast readers that he was gone.Strange how they didn’t consider he could’ve survived.Yet there it was - his name again, buried in the newest files.Recent accounts.Recent records.Recent money transfers.Beneath his palms, the leather of the wheel grew taut. Pressure built without sound. Each finger dug in, slow and sure. Tension rode up his arms. The road ahead stayed quiet. Grip tightened like it had something to prove."If Robert Green is alive, then everything we've been told is a lie."A tightness rose in his gut at the mere thought.Out of all the hints so far, this one didn’t fit at all.
Her eyes stayed fixed on the dark monitor.Thump thump, her heart hadn’t slowed yet. Still racing, like it forgot how to stop.Still clear, that caution stayed with her.Each person who looked into this before you ended up dead.You will be next.A voice showed up from nothing at all. It sat there, sudden, without warning.No login screen.No files.No desktop.Just those words.The lights on the display died suddenly.Bruce moved first.With a quick move, he took hold of the mouse then gave it a shake.Nothing.A finger tapped one key after another without pause.The screen flickered.Back came the desktop, gradual at first.Her arms crossed tight as she stood there."Tell me that's an old message."Bruce stayed quiet for a moment.Frozen on the display, his gaze didn’t waver. The screen held him without a blink.After that, the system menu appeared on screen when he tapped it."What are you doing?" Charlotte asked."Checking the activity log.""For what?""For whoever left that mess
Charlotte stared at Bruce across the dusty records office.Between them sat the open folder. It did not close.Old bank statements.Old signatures.Old names.A single phrase kept circling back, stuck deep inside her thoughts.The Inner Circle.She looked up."Who are they?"Bruce exhaled slowly.Years seemed to have settled on his skin overnight.More tired.More cautious."The Inner Circle wasn't supposed to exist anymore."Charlotte frowned."Stop talking in riddles."Bruce nodded."Twenty-five years ago, some of Atlanta's most powerful men created a private network.""What kind of network?""The kind nobody talks about."Folding her arms was what Charlotte did."Explain."Over there, Bruce aimed his finger at the papers."Politicians."His finger moved."Judges."Another name."Police commissioners."Another."Businessmen."Another."Bankers."Her eyes moved down the paper slowly.Familiar faces popped up in the list of names.Some weren't.Bruce






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