Pregnant With The Cold CEO's Heir

Chapter 4

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ar as Gavin slammed on the brakes. The Bentley hydroplaned fo

of the driver's seat. He righted himself, his jaw tight. "

ering wheel. "Sir," he stammered, his voice t

red through the rain-lashed windshield. A small, crumpled fi

ee," he c

bled out of the car, the pouring rain ins

hm on the leather armrest. This was an unforeseen complication. A

Soaked to the skin, her face as white as paper, her dark hai

e. He found one, faint but steady. "Sir! She's alive!" h

lack umbrella snapping open above him as he stepped int

front of the ca

over her face, washing away the grime of the city stre

saw her fa

hroat. His heart gave a hard,

ili

te, it was like a physical blow. He k

. He needed a closer look. He reached out, his gloved fingers hesitating fo

n was b

he could feel the intense heat radiatin

mbulance," Gavin said,

his voice suddenly

it jacket-a Tom Ford creation worth more than Gavin's m

thing that made

, the man who wouldn't even shake hands without gloves, sc

e was impossibly light, like a bird, but

. This was impossible. This wa

distance. He opened the door and carefully laid her down on the pristine

his voice tight with an urgency that borde

into the driver's seat, and peeled away from

stared at the girl's face. The familiarity was a persistent hum

e was a man who controlled everything-his business, his emotions, his life. But th

, unconscious face make his perfectly regulate

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“I worked three part-time jobs just to survive, while my adoptive parents drowned our family in endless gambling debts. I thought my NYU acceptance letter was my ticket out, until they sat me down for dinner and announced they had sold me. They had taken a $50,000 deposit from a greasy, middle-aged businessman to force me into marriage. When I begged them to spare me, asking why they didn't offer my sister instead, my adoptive father slapped me to the floor. "She's our real daughter!" my adoptive mother shrieked. "You're just an ungrateful brat we took in!" Locked in my room and waiting to be handed over to loan sharks, I grabbed my acceptance letter, jumped out the second-story window into the freezing rain, and ran for my life. But my desperate escape ended when I stumbled into the street and was hit by a speeding Bentley. I woke up in a VIP hospital ward, only to hear a doctor drop a bombshell that completely shattered my reality. I was four weeks pregnant. I couldn't understand how my life was over before it even started, until the cold, terrifying billionaire whose car had hit me leaned over my bed. "A month ago, at the Elysian club," he whispered, his dark eyes locking onto my terrified face. "Have you really forgotten it all?" The memory of my one reckless, drunken night flooded back, and I realized I hadn't just escaped a nightmare-I had crashed right into a new one.”