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Maybe I had to fix that soon. When she left, he continued talking, "The first term is your payment for carrying this child. You will receive one million dollars after delivering the child. But you won't have any parental rights, as this child will be mine after birth." The thought of not having parental rights felt weird to me but I didn't oppose. I knew the baby would be biologically mine even if I had no parental rights. I just hoped I wouldn't end up getting attached to the baby. It was possible. How could I not get attached? I pushed the thought away and realized I had to answer him.

A five year marriage, no children, and no interference in his private life in exchange for fifty million dollars. I hadn’t slept the night before. I’d lain awake in the small guest room at home, staring at the ceiling, trying to count reasons not to come here. But each one fell apart when I remembered my father’s shallow breathing… the unpaid hospital bills… the creditors circling like vultures around our dying company and I couldn’t just watch them die. Not while there was still hope. “This… This isn’t exactly something I dreamed about growing up,” I said, my voice thinner than I wanted it to be.

He mumbled in a trance, “Help me! Send me to the hospital… I’ll pay you 10 million…” She was stunned. 10 million? Did I save the world’s richest man by chance? At the payment window, the cashier asked, "What's your name?" "My name is Hayes—” She was about to give her name when the cashier interrupted, "Oh, you're the daughter of our hospital director, Tessa Darwin, right?" Tessa Darwin was her identical twin sister. Their faces and heights were like carbon copies of each other. But... their fates were entirely different.

I hissed in pain but he didn’t care. "That's enough," he said, finally stopping in anger. Without warning, he bent down and hoisted me onto his shoulder. My helpless screams echoed throughout the house, but there was no one to come to my help. I was weak and alone in this cruel world. They pushed me into the arms of the only heir of the Harrison family and a ruthless billionaire, who hated me, wanted me to die. And I was sure today was the last night of my life. A week ago:-

Book 2 introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining the Billionaire's secret Baby series A one-night stand with a billionaire left me an unexpected gift—a baby he didn’t know he had. Six years later, he storms back into my life. As my boss and fake husband. Alex is a walking distress signal. He is domineering and always in a grumpy mood. An irritatingly hot AF billionaire married to his restaurants. Reuniting with him has thrown me into a whirlwind of trouble.

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

It was messy and loud in a way that filled the space with life again. But even as she cracked eggs into a bowl and helped Julian stir, her thoughts were miles away. Praying Damian came back alive. *** End of Chapter 55 --- Let me know when you’re ready for **Chapter 56**! We can ramp up Damian and Ava’s confrontation or add twists at the safe house.

Hazel retaliated without batting an eye Anabelle's expression was disbelieving, she could not believe what she was hearing. An idea suddenly flew into her head, years ago, he had given her a blank cheque, to fill in any amount she wanted after he had sex with her, she didn't use it then but it could be useful now. She rushed to where she had kept it together with other things, she brought it out and scribbled ten million dollars on it and took it to him "Here is the ten million dollars," she said as she gave it to him

I knew the numbers by heart, even if I pretended they didn’t exist. Seventy percent. Charles Montgomery. Annabelle’s grandfather. It was his. All of it. Every brick, every cent, every ounce of power I’d killed myself to hold on to—it was never mine. My father hadn’t been a visionary. He’d been a thief in a suit, carving his fortune out of someone else’s flesh. And now, I was his son, the inheritor of bloodstained spoils. If Annabelle ever knew—if she even touched those papers—everything would collapse.

But God, I didn't want to stop. I fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, frustration curling hot in my chest. Not just frustration at the interruption—though that was real enough. Frustration at the situation. At the impossibility of it. At the way my heart refused to listen to logic. He was Malachi Kane. Billionaire. My employer. A man with secrets and enemies and a daughter who needed stability. I was Nina Manalo. Orphan. Survivor. The help. We didn't make sense.