Destined by One Night The CEOs Pursuit

The CEO's Regret: Chasing My Runaway Doctor

Ola Wilde

Vivian was eight weeks pregnant, holding the warm ultrasound picture, ready to share the fragile secret with her billionaire husband, Sterling. But before she could speak, he tossed a thick document onto the marble table: DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE. "Kara's back," he stated coldly, referring to his childhood sweetheart. "I'm giving her the place she deserves." He demanded she vacate the penthouse immediately, leaving with absolutely nothing. She didn't cry or beg. She signed the papers, touched her flat stomach where his secret child grew, and walked out in her old trench coat. She blocked his number, vanished from New York, and spent the next four years building a new life in Geneva as a top-tier surgeon, raising their twin boys entirely alone. She thought she had finally escaped her past, until Sterling's bodyguards suddenly broke down her apartment door in the middle of the night. He had used his immense wealth and power to force the "genius Dr. Vivian" to treat Kara's ruined uterus. He was completely unaware that the masked, heavily accented doctor he was threatening was his discarded wife, or that his own flesh and blood were sleeping just down the hall. Watching him desperately lavish a manipulative liar with the tenderness he had always denied her, the last thread of Vivian's lingering pain simply vanished. She sent a single, encrypted text to a trusted friend. "The boys are safe. I'm ready to start Phase Two." She was done hiding. It was time to show him how a real war was fought.

Romance Doctor Hidden Identities Billionaire Revenge Pregnancy

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At the Fiesta Hotel.

"Yes, it's Room 503. He's gonna meet you there."

"Got it." Hanging up the phone, Marilyn swept the room card and went in.

She was sent here by her sister Sandra to deliver some urgent papers to Mr. Hamilton, a critical partner of her family business.

Just as Marilyn was about to turn on the light, a sharp knock came from the corridor.

She opened the door without hesitation.

"Good after..." Marilyn barely finished her greetings when she got roughly pushed back abruptly.

"I need your help," the man said bluntly between ragged breathing.

"S-Sure... But are...y-you Mr. H-Ham...?" Marilyn asked in a shaking voice out of fear. She wasn't prepared for something like this.

"Just follow my instructions. I won't hurt you." Ignoring her question, the man approached closer until Marilyn's back was squashed up against the wall.

In the dark room, Marilyn couldn't see the face of the man. She could only hear her heart thumping.

Intimidated by the aggressive aura exuding from the man, she dared not to utter one more word.

With his body pressed closely against hers, Marilyn could feel the huff of his breath against her cheek.

As the man ran his hands up her sides and back at her hips, Marilyn found her legs so weak that she could hardly stand.

"Damn it! I shouldn't have drunk the stupid wine," Marilyn cursed.

She was at a banquet held in her villa before coming here. Now she felt both dizzy and sleepy, her mind in a complete mess.

She wanted to push the man off her, but her body wanted more of his touches.

Marilyn even felt a jolt when the man pinched her already-stiffening tits, which electrified her blood and skin. The tiny hair on her arms stood on end.

Just as she was immersed in a trance, a clear sound pierced through the quiet room.

"Ahhhh!!!!" Marilyn screamed in shock as the upper part of her body was exposed to the cold air.

The man had tore her dress apart rudely!

Before Marilyn figured out what was going on, she found herself clasped by the waist by the man, her feet in the air.

The next minute, she was thrown onto the bed and the man crawled above her, running his mouth from her juicy lips, to her delicate neck, to her lush breasts, and all the way down to her belly button.

Marilyn finally lost the last bit of strength to resist. Actually, she kind of enjoyed all these touches and intimacy from this masculinity.

After sucking, biting and licking her nipples for like a century, the man's mouth left suddenly, leaving Marilyn feeling empty inside.

Just as she was about to ask for more, the man filled her emptiness with his hardness.

"Ahhhh!!! It hurts! It hurts so much!" Marilyn cired in discomfort.

"It'll be fine in a while. Hang in there." A man's voice came near her ear. It was low and with somewhat suppressed pain.

He thrust in and out slowly at first and then stepped up the pace gradually. After a long while, the man finally stopped and let out a deep breath, and Marilyn had fainted under him.

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