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One Last Night With My Son's Daddy

One Last Night With My Son's Daddy

After working several end jobs. A taxi driver, Naomi was desperate and finally found a job that could pay for her mother's hospital bills. As an escort for a high-profile successful billionaire, Salah. And not to her expectations, she not only ends up falling in love with him. But gets pregnant with his child. Giving birth while in hiding to his child and hiding the child away from him. Five years later. The unlucky, Naomi, finds out she doesn't have a lot of time to live. This is the story of Naomi's planned one last night with her son's daddy bringing to light what neither Salah nor Naomi ever thought happened and would happen in their lives. *** “Is it because I was once an escort? Someone who sold her body for money could never be trusted. Right? After all, I saved you while working as an escort. ” Salah averts his gaze. “From the very start. The first day you lay your eyes on me. You never gave me the benefit of the doubt. You already made up your mind about me. “I was not someone you could trust in anything. I was a liar and still am in your eyes. That is the sole reason you were hiding me and our relationship. For a whole year that it lasted. “You hid me from everyone like I was a sort of contagious disease. I could not talk to anyone about our relationship. I could never get pregnant because the baby out of wedlock could never be yours. “Explain to me why. Why was my worth for loving you measured by who I was and the amount of what I owned? “Explain to me why I am a bad mother.” “Why did you keep him from me? Why did you give birth to him without telling me?” “What was the use of telling you when you never wanted me to have your child? What is the use of telling you if he was going to be treated the way you treated me? “The child is mine. He has nothing to do with you. Mine alone, I chose to have him. I chose to keep him. It was up to me to keep him in my womb, and it was up to me to raise him.
The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Ballet Comeback

The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Ballet Comeback

Helena endured two years of a sterile, loveless marriage to billionaire CEO Dante Velasquez, playing the role of the perfect, invisible wife. The fragile illusion shattered when she found microscopic holes systematically poked through her entire box of condoms. When she confronted Dante, he coldly accused her of trying to trap him with a baby, then immediately abandoned her to comfort his ex-girlfriend. But the truth was far more twisted. At the hospital, Helena overheard her mother-in-law's horrifying plan. "She has to get pregnant. We need the stem cells to save Julian." They didn't want an heir. They needed Helena to be a walking incubator to harvest spare parts for Dante's sickly younger brother. When Helena tried to fund her escape, Dante dragged her back, froze all her accounts, and forced a humiliating blood test to prove she wasn't scheming. "You're nothing without me," he sneered, locking her inside their penthouse. Sitting in her gilded cage, watching the media parade Dante and his ex as society's "golden couple," Helena felt her heartbreak completely evaporate. She had sacrificed her prestigious ballet career for a family that viewed her as literal livestock. The tears stopped, leaving behind only a cold, razor-sharp resolve. She printed out her divorce papers, marched straight into the crowded headquarters of Velasquez Corp, and prepared to burn his empire to the ground.
The Surgeon's Secret: Hunted By My Ex

The Surgeon's Secret: Hunted By My Ex

For three years, I was the perfect trophy wife to billionaire Hunt Brennan, a silent fixture in his mahogany-rowed estate. I traded my medical career for a designer wardrobe and the hope that he might one day see me as more than a contract. But on our third anniversary, the dream died. Hunt came home reeking of scotch and threw grainy photos of a charity gala handshake in my face, calling me a gold-digging parasite. He didn't just accuse me; he broke me. He shattered glass against the wall, bruised my jaw with his grip, and dragged me upstairs to "punish" me, all while whispering his ex-girlfriend’s name in the dark. By morning, his mother had called to evict me to the guest cottage because his true love, Chasity, was back and needed the master suite. I left with nothing but a dusty suitcase and a secret: two pink lines on a pregnancy test. When my Uber broke down in a freezing downpour, Hunt drove past me in his Maybach, rolling down the window just to tell me to enjoy the rain. He left me stranded, never knowing he was leaving his own child behind. I didn't understand how a man could be so cruel to the woman who gave up everything for him. Did he really think I was just a doll he could discard the moment his "angel" returned? Four years later, the "submissive" Mrs. Brennan was dead. In her place stood Dr. Dianna Campbell, the top cardiothoracic surgeon in Europe. I stepped off the helicopter at Mount Sinai to save his sister’s life, and Hunt was there, desperate and broken. "Dianna?" He whispered my name like a prayer, but I didn't even blink. "Dr. Campbell. Refrain from touching the staff, Mr. Brennan." He thought he could shred our divorce papers to keep me trapped, but he was about to learn that the woman he abandoned in the rain didn't need his permission to exist—and she certainly didn't need him.