LOGINMeet Blake Parker, a billionaire and Mafia Don who rules New York City with an iron fist. He's known for his ruthless demeanour, arrogance, and cold-hearted nature. Despite being the wealthiest man in the city, he has no respect for anyone, especially women, whom he detests. However, despite his disdain for them, women are drawn to him like moths to a flame, willing to do anything for his attention. Blake has strict rules when it comes to relationships: he doesn't do them, he doesn't kiss, and he certainly doesn't share his bed with any woman. These rules must be followed by any lucky woman who catches his eye. On the other side of the spectrum is Bexley, a talented and beautiful tomboy who's passionate about dance and studying computer science in college. Despite being an orphan, she's cherished by her male best friends from school. Bexley's focus is solely on her career and she has no interest in dating or marriage. Her ambition drives her towards her goals. will they find common ground amidst their contrasting lifestyles? Dive into the story to uncover the intriguing dynamics between these two characters
View MoreBexley’s POV “Both tests were positive,” I told Justin when he answered my call two mornings later. He went quiet, and I pressed my fingers into the edge of the mattress while I waited. “I have an appointment this morning,” I added. “I wanted to ask you something.” “Have you been able to tell Blake?” “No. I still can’t reach him.” “Are you okay?” “I think so. I don’t know.” I looked toward the bathroom, where I kept checking the tests even though the results never changed. “The baby is his, Justin.” “I know, Bexley. What do you need?” “Would you come with me?” “Tell me what time.” I was relieved enough to cry when we ended the call. Justin cared about me, and I knew hearing this couldn’t be easy for him. Still, he asked what I needed and agreed to help. I hoped I could thank him properly when my thoughts stopped jumping from one worry to another. By the time he arrived, I was dressed in jeans and a loose blue shirt. I tied my hair back, took it down again, then put it into
Israel’s POV The hospital doors opened before the driver brought the car to a complete stop. I helped the staff move Blake onto the waiting stretcher. A nurse asked what happened while another cut through his shirt. I answered as quickly as I could, keeping one hand against him until someone told me to move. “We’ll take over from here.” I followed them inside anyway. When we reached another set of doors, a doctor stepped in front of me. “You need to wait here.” “He stopped answering me in the car,” I said. “He hit his head too.” “We’re checking everything. Please let us work.” I let go of the stretcher. Getting him to the hospital was the only thing I could think about in the car. Now he was here, and I had to stand outside while strangers tried to keep him alive. A nurse led me to a desk and asked for his details. I gave her his name, his date of birth, and the information I knew about his health. Blake listed me as an emergency contact years ago, though I never expected to
Blake’s POV Earlier that same day, Italy Ali’s office still had his jacket hanging behind the door. I stopped beside it on my way out. Someone cleared the papers from his desk, but his reading glasses remained beside the keyboard. I remembered him taking them off during our last video call and rubbing his eyes while he complained about an inventory report. I should have asked him to leave when Lorenzo started making threats. Israel waited in the doorway while I looked at the glasses, then cleared his throat. “The men are ready.” “Has his family been taken care of?” “The arrangements are in place.” I nodded, though there was nothing satisfying about the answer. Money wouldn’t make that phone call easier for the people who loved him. Outside the office, the warehouse was running with a smaller crew. Repairs were underway, and the surviving men watched every person who came through the entrance. I spoke to the supervisor before leaving, then checked the message Christine sent abo
Chapter 53 Bexley's POV When the timer sounded, I let it ring for a few seconds before I reached for my phone. Then I stood and looked down at the test. There were two lines. I picked up the instructions, though I already knew what they said. I checked the picture beside the positive result, looked at the test again, and pressed my free hand over my mouth. I was pregnant. For a moment, all I could hear was the bathroom fan. I sat down because my legs felt unsteady, holding the test carefully between my fingers. I was going to have Blake’s baby. I looked toward my bedroom, almost expecting someone to be there. The room was empty, my graduation gown still lying across the chair, my diploma folder on the desk. Nothing changed while I waited for the result, but I couldn’t imagine walking back into that room and thinking about my life the same way. I used the second test because I needed to see the answer again. When it showed the same result, I put them beside each other on the cou
Bexley's POV Blake was supposed to be on his way to Italy. I was shocked to see him attend the Galla. What is happening? Did he change his mind or what? "Oh my God. Blake is here. How lucky can I get". A stupid bimbo screamed behind us and I tilted my head to the back to glare at her. Stupid woman.
Blake's POV After I listen to Bex. I was ecstatic. I wanted to be wrong about it. She is the only woman that has this much effect on me. Yet, I couldn't trust her because of a stupid picture. I got up immediately and walked to her. I took her hands in mine and pulled her up and cupped her face. She
It was fast and sudden. But it was also filled with emotions. As soon as he was satisfied. He drew away from her. His hands were still on her to steady her before he finally let her be. "You can sit down Bex". He said nonchalantly as if he hadn't just kissed her seconds ago. They both sat down acro
Bexley's POV I met my four maids down the foyer as I came out of the elevator. They welcomed me with a beautiful and charming smile which I returned. They were wearing a new maid uniform. And it looks nice on them. But if only they knew that they would not be wearing that thing again. I already or


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