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Starting Over
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2026-06-19 23:34:57
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Pregnant by the Playboy Heir Who Is Mallory?
Jace’s POVI went back to the café.Same building. Same tables. That never-changing jazz still trickling out of the speakers.The waitress from last week glanced at me without recognition—like I was just another customer.“I’m looking for someone,” I said. “Mallory Kane. Blonde. Sits by the window.”She frowned, polite but blank. “Sorry, sir. I don’t know the name.”I just stared.“She was here with me.”She gave me that uncomfortable, customer-service smile. “A lot of people come here.”I yanked out my phone. Opened my texts.Nothing.Every message Mallory ever sent—gone. The whole conversation just wiped out, like it’d never happened.Pressure squeezed my chest.I checked my calls. Nothing there, either.And that’s when panic set in—not dramatic, more like this steady, crawling dread that gets inside your head and starts pulling out questions you don’t want to ask.I left and drove straight to Mallory’s apartment building.The elevator dragged upward, way too slow. My nerves burned
Pregnant by the Playboy Heir INVISIBLE
Zena’s POVI hated Mallory.Not because she was smarter than me. I could handle that.I hated her because she was slipping out of reach.I watched from inside a parking garage, arms folded, as one of my men tucked a weapon into the back of a shiny black SUV.“You know the plan?” I asked.He gave a curt nod. “We grab her after the spa. In and out.”“And her guards?”“We handle them.”He sounded sure. Too sure. That should’ve set off alarms for me.I stood there, arms tight around myself, eyes glued to the garage across from us.Three days.I’d spent three days tracking Mallory everywhere she went.Morning appointments. Lunch meetings. Shopping. Always somewhere fancy. Two spa visits a week.She moved all over Atlanta like she owned the city.And she never went alone anymore.At first, I thought Mr. Norman was paranoid. Then I found out Jace assigned those security details himself.For whatever reason, that stung. Jace still went out of his way to protect Mallory, even if he sounded hal
Pregnant by the Playboy Heir TOO MUCH
Zena’s POV Something about Mallory just got under my skin.It wasn’t the way she’d fill a room with noise or start drama over basically nothing. That part was almost predictable. What bothered me was how hard it had become to figure her out.So there I was, hovering at the dining table well past midnight—laptop open, hunting through years of articles, Instagram posts, snapped photos nobody should’ve kept, and even trashy gossip blogs. Anything tied to Mallory and Jace, I wanted it. I expected to catch a mistake. Something in the timeline. Maybe another man. A secret Mallory hoped nobody’d notice.Instead, I kept running into the same damn thing: history. Photo after photo. Mallory and Jace glowing at charity events, on yachts, wrapped around each other on a balcony in Miami, laughing like they could never break. I swear every search just brought up more of them, tangled together—breakups, makeups, constant drama that rich people like to call love.I leaned back in my chair and sighed
Pregnant by the Playboy Heir The Next Heir
Jace’s POVMallory’s message showed up just after lunch.Can we meet? It’s important.I stared at the screen for long, honestly.This last month, everything’s felt out of place. The mansion’s colder without Charlotte. Dad acts like nothing ever happened—business as usual, dinners, fake smiles, all of it.Life keeps moving.But I don’t.And I hate that.Charlotte Hayes should’ve been nothing more than a memory by now.Except, she’s everywhere. In stupid, random ways.The dark hush of the library at midnight.Her habit of drinking cold coffee because she couldn’t remember where she set it down.The way she looked at me in the hospital, right before security dragged her out.Like I’d broken something in her.I rubbed my jaw and forced myself to type back.Location?Mallory answered instantly.Lennox Café.Of course. Out of all places. We used to love it years ago.I almost bailed.But I tossed my keys in my pocket and left.---Mallory’s POVI looked perfect. I had to. Guys like Jace not
Pregnant by the Playboy Heir Starting Over
Charlotte’s POVScotland’s chill was nothing like Atlanta’s. It didn’t bite right away—it just seeped in. After a while, you stopped noticing how the wet stuck to everything or how the drizzle hung around long after the sun came up.I hated it at first.But now I liked the quiet. No one in Edinburgh recognized me or cared who Charlotte Hayes was. No sympathy stares, no whispers about fake pregnancies, no one knowing I used to live in a house that needed a map.Here, I blended in. Just another woman trying to get by.Honestly? That felt better than being Mrs. Jace Norman ever did.I slipped my key into the lock just after seven, glancing at the sign above the door. Charlotte Beauty Lounge. It's still weird to see my name up there.Mine.Actually, mine.No Norman money propping it up. No contracts. No twisted deals. No billionaires lurking in the background.Just me.The smell of shampoo and hair products always hit me first—clean, reliable, safe. The place wasn’t much: three chairs, tw
Pregnant by the Playboy Heir The Result
Zena’s POVWhen I pulled into the hospital parking lot, it was packed. Perfect. Crowds make you invisible if you know how to use them.I sat in my car for a moment, watching the Norman family head inside through the private entrance. Jace stuck close to Mr. Norman, jaw tight, body tense. Charlotte trailed behind looking exhausted and sick, her hand pressed against her stomach.Guilt tried to flicker to life, just for a second.I snuffed it out. Guilt’s useless when you’re trying to survive.I grabbed the nurse uniform from the passenger seat and put it on fast. Hair tucked away, face mask up, ID badge clipped. The thing about hospitals—once you look the part, nobody questions you.That’s authority: If folks think you belong, they just stop looking.I walked the halls like I worked there, head down, ears open.Room 402—prenatal genetics. That’s what I needed.When I passed the waiting room, the whole Norman family was inside. Charlotte looked half-alive. Jace was turned away, arms fold
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