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Accidentally Pregnant With The Billionaire Heir
One lab error. Two betrayals. And a billionaire who doesn't believe in accidents. Emily Vance thought she was carrying a miracle. After her fiancé, Julian, ended up in a coma following a horrific car crash, she underwent IVF to keep his legacy alive. It was supposed to be her anchor. Instead, a clinical mix-up reveals that the child in her womb isn't Julian's at all. It belongs to Alistair Wolfe, a man whose name is synonymous with ruthless power and a heart made of ice. The nightmare doesn't stop at the doctor's office. When Julian finally wakes up, he doesn't call for Emily. He calls for her stepsister, Chloe, revealing a secret affair that turns Emily's years of loyalty into a joke. Backed into a corner by a family ready to sell her to a predatory debt collector to save their failing business, Emily is left with a devastating choice. Her doctors warn her that this is her last chance at motherhood. To keep her baby and escape her family's reach, she has to make a deal with the wolf at the door. Alistair Wolfe wants his heir. Emily wants protection. No love. No strings. Just a temporary union until the child is born. But as Emily moves into Alistair's world, she quickly learns that playing the wife of a man like Alistair is a high-stakes game where the heart is the first thing you lose.It was late at night.
A bolt of fierce lightning flashed and lit up the whole sky.
The storm that had been brewing for the last 24 hours had finally ripped open the skies and a torrential rain lashed down, forming the backdrop for Charlotte Shao's curses.
"You bastard!
I hope you have a torturous death!"
"Remember, the name is Oliver Shen!" said the man in front of her arrogantly.
"Oliver Shen!"
Charlotte Shao was stunned momentarily. His name kept flashing in her mind like a siren. She took an oath to destroy his life.
At the police station...
The two policemen on duty were idly chatting with each other.
The door opened with a click.
They looked in the direction of the door and saw a young girl walking in shakily. She looked as delicate as a porcelain doll, but her hair and clothes were messed up as if she had been in a scuffle.
The two policemen exchanged a look with each other. Before they could inquire why she was there, she announced,
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