Pregnant And Hunted By The Billionaire

Chapter 8

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ise and fall of her chest, timed to the soft hiss of the ventilator.

omeone about a crowdfunding website. "Even a few dollars helps," she pl

ath. The air tasted o

et the kindest person she had ever known fade a

t a choi

he surgery," she said, her voice

n a mixture of confusion and pity. "Chloe, tha

ainty in her own voice scared her. She walked out of

The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sickl

terror. She knew what this meant. The moment this card was

m for money? Accuse her of being a gold digger? Or wors

, toward the ICU. The image of Professo

ll her hesitati

reached into the secret pocket of her jeans and pulled out the card. It was so

There were no numbers, no name, no chip. Just a magnetic strip on the back. Sh

ath. Her palms wer

ened. Then, the machine beeped softly and

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izzy washed over her. She felt as if all t

rs clumsy. As she turned to leave, she nearl

g first at the receipt in Chloe

that kind of money?" she sta

ruth was impossible. She neede

sting like ash in her mouth. "When they sent me away, t

d to believe it. She knew Chloe's history was complicated. This e

er, tears of gratitude streaming down her f

chest. She had saved her professor, yes. But she had a terrifying feeling

. Immediately, the process of arranging

littering expanse of Manhattan, Adrian Donovan rec

fication for the account

: $50,

arleston Gen

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gnificant-not a casual purchase, but a me

n't matter at this moment. What mattered

ght ignited in his ice

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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.”