Pregnant And Hunted By The Billionaire

Chapter 6

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, the formidable machinery of the

of former special forces operators, assembled at a private airfield in New Jer

e, grainy DMV photo of Chloe Carlisle. In the picture, she looked young, her eye

s screen with his thumb. A flicker of some unre

over the intercom. "No attention. Once you locate

d, sir," M

urpose narrowed to a single poin

e estate in Greenwich was one

orter from a prestigious business magazine. He spoke of legacy,

uit, sat beside him. She was the very p

s. "Mr. Carlisle, if I may, there have been some

nned for. Richard's face fell in

d sorrow. "We gave her everything. But I'm afraid her upbringing... it left its mark.

head, a single, perfect tear tracing a path down her cheek

only daughter," Margaret said firmly, h

, cementing Chloe's reputation as a backwater grifter and so

ll, triumphant smile played on Seraphi

eporter had left, Seraphina's f

k. He presented her with a velvet box. Inside lay a stun

ry. She was a Carlisle. Soon, she would be a Donov

Donovan clan, was at that very moment turning the world u

, West Virginia-nearly twenty-f

, rolled silently to a stop down the st

hrough night-vision goggles. After a few minutes of observa

ntry and a struggle. Neighbors report a disturbance around midday yeste

d for a second. He turned and walked

h his Tokyo office. He saw Mark's expression, rais

face unmoving. But as Mark finished, a storm g

. "Find her. Expand the search grid. And I want to kn

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“After eighteen years in an abusive foster home, Chloe was finally brought back to her wealthy biological family, the Carlisles. But her dream of a real family was shattered when her fake sister drugged her and locked her in a hotel room with a stranger to ruin her reputation. The very next day, she was publicly disowned, tossed a few hundred dollars, and dumped right back at her abusive foster parents' decaying doorstep. Realizing she was now penniless, her foster parents immediately conspired to sell her to a notoriously violent, rich old drunk in town for a quick payout. "Yeah, the face is still good. Cletus will like it." She had to smash a rusted window and flee into the dark night, carrying nothing but a mysterious black card left by the stranger from that horrific night. She had done absolutely nothing wrong, yet her biological family threw her away like trash, and her foster parents treated her like livestock. To make matters worse, she soon discovered she was pregnant with the stranger's child. Desperate and completely alone, she was forced to swipe the black card to pay for her dying professor's life-saving surgery, knowing the transaction would instantly expose her location. Just as she stood in the hospital hallway, clutching an abortion pamphlet and deciding she couldn't go through with it, she crashed into a solid wall of muscle. She looked up in terror into a pair of familiar, ice-gray eyes. "I'm here to collect what's mine," the stranger whispered coldly.”