All Chapters of A BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE'S LIE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Vals POV"FUCK YOU, RICHARD. I QUIT."The words explode out of me before my brain catches up, and for one suspended second, the entire twenty second floor of Holloway Enterprises goes so silent I can hear the air conditioning humming.Twelve faces all staring at me and nobody breathing.Richard Holloway sits at the head of the conference table with my forty page event proposal in his manicured hand, and the expression on his face, that slow, incredulous smirk creeping up one side of his mouth makes me want to flip the entire table into his lap."Excuse me?" he says."You heard me." My voice doesn't shake. After everything, after three years of this man treating me like cheap furniture, and background noise with good typing speed, i end all of that today "I quit. Effective right now. Effective thirty seconds ago, actually."I yank my lanyard over my head and drop my badge on the table. It makes a small, sharp sound, like a period at the end of a very long sentence.Here's the thing ab

Val’s povThe suite door slams so hard the frame rattles.My back hits the wall before I can even catch my breath. Ivan’s body crashes into mine, all hard muscle and burning heat. His mouth finds mine instantly, deep and filthy, tongue sliding against mine like he’s claiming territory. The kiss is messy, desperate, whiskey, rage and pure need. I kiss him back just as hard, biting his lower lip, sucking on his tongue, moaning into his mouth like I’ve lost my fucking mind.His hands shove my skirt up my thighs, yanking my panties aside. His fingers drag through my soaked folds and I jerk, gasping into the kiss.“Fuck… you’re dripping,” he growls against my lips, voice low and wrecked. That rough timbre vibrates straight to my clit.I reach down, palming the thick bulge in his pants, squeezing the heavy, throbbing length. He’s huge. He spins me around, pressing my front to the cool wall. His mouth attacks my neck again, sucking hard and his teeth grazing. One hand palms my ass while the

Val’s POVIt’s been two weeks of hell.I had no job, no money, no plans. Just endless applications, instant noodles, and the constant knot in my stomach that won’t go away. I’ve sent out thirty seven emails in the last seven days, begging for interviews, begging for anything. But its either i get ghosted or i get a message that starts “unfortunenatly” Let's just say the event planning industry is deeply committed to Harrison Cole's version of events. Two people warned me actually, Two separate people in two separate corners of this industry called me privately, kindly, apologetically to tell me my name is making rounds in a way that isn't flattering.He did that. He made those calls. A man worth sixty million dollars picked up his phone and personally blacklisted a twenty three year old woman with a portfolio he stole because she told the truth in front of witnesses.My savings are almost gone. Rent is due in nine days. Every morning I wake up and tell myself today will be different.