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THE CLIFFSIDE
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2026-05-21 05:14:23
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Pregnant by the Playboy Heir Chapter 27
Make it make sense. Seriously, I need somebody to explain to me how this is real life, because my brain was completely short-circuiting. I’m standing in a freezing cold, hyper-luxurious master bedroom, staring at Viktor’s bruised, bloody knuckles, while he casually explains that my own stepmother is on a mafia payroll. Not just any payroll. Marcus Rossi’s payroll. The guy who ordered a sniper to shoot up a charity gala. The guy who actively wants my husband—fake husband, whatever—dead. And Beatrice took his money. Look, I always knew Beatrice was garbage. Like, literal, bottom-of-the-barrel human trash. When my dad got sick, this woman practically forced me to sleep on a broken metal cot in our cramped laundry room just so she could turn my actual childhood bedroom into a walk-in closet for her counterfeit designer bags. I knew she was greedy. I knew she was toxic. Hell, I already knew she sold me off to Alexander in a marriage contract just to clear her own gambling debts. That
Pregnant by the Playboy Heir Shattered Truths
Jace’s POV“Why?”I practically roared across the apartment.Zena flinched back against the wall, but I didn’t care. My head felt like it might explode. I still had the original DNA results balled up in my hands.“The child is mine.” My voice was cold. I stared straight at her. “Why would you do this?”She opened her mouth, measuring her words. “Jace—”“No.” I jabbed a finger at her. “No more lies.”She sucked in a shaky breath. “I can explain.”“Then explain!”The words just flew out of me, way louder than I meant. She flinched, stepping back.Everything ran through my head again. Charlotte, sobbing in that hospital room. My father shoving her out the door. Me just standing there—useless—as she pleaded with me.And all along, Zena knew.“You stood there and let them tear her apart,” I said. My voice sounded rough now. Hollow.“You let everyone call her a liar.”“It wasn’t supposed to go this far,” she cut in fast, almost desperate.I let out a sharp, humorless laugh.“Not supposed t
Pregnant by the Playboy Heir The Original Result
Jace’s POV The second Zena whispered in my ear, my mind just—blinked out. Empty. Gone.“I’m ready now, Jace.”I turned to her, slow, still catching up. “Ready for what?”She slid her fingers slowly across my chest, then stepped around until she was right in front of me.“Ready to stop pretending.”The way she looked at me made the room feel like it had shrunk. Everything warmed up. Or maybe it got more dangerous. It's hard to tell.For weeks, everything between us built up, quiet but insistent. All those long talks. The late-night calls that always went on too long. She listened, really listened, especially when nobody else bothered. She always seemed to know just what to say—or when not to say anything at all.And after everything that happened with Charlotte… Mallory vanishing like she never existed… my dad turning into someone I barely recognized… Honestly, I was just wiped out. Bone-deep tired.Zena stepped closer and set her hand against my jaw. “You’re overthinking again.”I ga
Pregnant by the Playboy Heir Ghosts That Stayed
Jace’s POVThe garden felt colder than usual.I stood there, staring at my father, waiting for him to crack. Just say it’s crazy, I thought. Admit this is all nuts.He didn’t. Instead, Mr. Norman poured himself another drink, as smooth as ever.“There is no Mallory,” he said again, almost bored.I laughed, but it came out rough. “I dated her for years.”He just shrugged. “You entertained a distraction for years.”“That’s not the same thing.”He looked so relaxed. My head was splitting in two.“She was pregnant.”“So she claimed.”“I saw the DNA results.”He didn’t even blink. “Documents can be created.”I couldn’t help staring at him.“You think somebody faked an entire pregnancy?”He stayed calm. “I think emotional people believe whatever they want to believe.”That answer hit something raw in me. God, I hated how calm he sounded. Like he always knew more than me.I stepped in, voice dropping. “What did you do to her?”He met my eyes and smiled. Not friendly, just faintly amused.“Ja
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 Chapter Five
Bruce turned slowly toward the television.Jace’s inauguration speech was being broadcast live“That’s who?” Bruce asked.“The guy from last night.”Bruce stared at her and looked at the TV, then back at her.“You slept with him?” he asked.She didn’t answer.Bruce's expression changed. He looked a
Pregnant by the Playboy Heir Chapter Four
Charlotte fell on the floor hitting her head on the wall.He slammed the door behind her.“You filthy slut!”Bruce's voice was loud and aggressive; one would think he was under the influence of alcohol.Charlotte held her face looking at him.“What—”“You didn’t come home!” he roared.“You didn’t c
Pregnant by the Playboy Heir Chapter Three
The Inauguration The entire office arrived at the inauguration ground together.The first car door opened.Out stepped Mr Norman.His presence always sent shivers, because he had built an empire that seemed unbreakable.“Mr Norman!”“Sir, this way!”He lifted a hand, smiling the fake and practiced
Pregnant by the Playboy Heir Chapter Two
Ro y a l C r e s t H o t e l Aftermath—Room fifty-five 6:30 AM It was daybreak already and Jace's phone was buzzing with messages from the company, his father and his girlfriend “Malory” all wanting to know where he was.He woke up and tried getting up when he realised Charlotte had her hands wra
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