Pregnant With The Ruthless Billionaire's Heir

l throb in his head a persistent reminder of the chaos of the last twelve hours. He had just given Aaron his instructions. The t

surgery couldn't wait. "I'm on my way," h

n with a soft chime. Chloe Sinclair stepped out, her heels clicking ominously on the polished

me bribe to a night-shift security guard had revealed everything she needed to know:

lair family's private security-flanked her. The

ep. She stirred, a low groan escaping her lips. Every muscle in her body ached.

of the bed wa

t around her like a toga. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for any sign of

the foyer, just as a sharp, imp

in there, and she is unwell. The Sinclair family is a primary shareholder

blood turning to ice

ed, followed by a series of frantic beeps, ec

, her mind racing. Where was he? Where was his phone? T

door cras

, scanned the suite and immediately locked onto Eleanora, who stood frozen in the bedroom doorway

d Chloe's face. She strode forward

pped to the side, and she stumbled, falling to the plush carpet. The corner o

er contempt. "I set you up with a respected director, and you

hispered, her voice tremblin

guards moved in, grabbing her arms

a simple dress and a pair of flat shoes at El

stantly shifting back to a sweet, filial tone. "Mother? Yes, I

hear. It was her mother, Genevieve. "Bring her home immediately. Mr. Ma

A fifty-year-old corporate predator, infamous for his depra

the guards' iron grip. "I'm not going anywhe

h, you poor, stupid girl. Do you really think a man who spends one ni

e cheap dress. They dragged her out of the suite, hal

ld a fleeting promise of safety. Chloe's words echoed in her mind. He used you and l

ung open. The suite was a wreck. The bed was unmade, sheets tangled and twisted, a white duvet crumpled on the mar

y seconds. The suite is empty. The roo

idor, phone still pressed to his

empty. The w

he kind of face that made women turn around in the street. And yet, in all the years Aaron had worked

had vanished before breakfast. Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose. His

one to tell him. But someon