Contract, Baby, And Billionaire

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e up, smirked from the profile picture. The post itself was a photo of me, a candid shot from a few

a little fuller these days. Heard she's been cozying up to some very rich men. Wonder i

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ng through it. Julian. The thought of him made my stomach churn. It was a one-time mistake

grip the side of my worn-out sofa. This wasn

w notification popped up. A major news outlet had published

m the Sterling

notoriously reclusive Liam Sterling. I knew him from college, or at least, I knew of hi

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erling confirms that he is the father of her unborn child. He will take full responsibilit

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d never even spoken to

it. I barely made it to the bathroom before I was sick. Leaning against

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I had taken a test last week, the two pink lin

ntle but firm, talking about surgery costs, ongoing care, and numbers that made my head spin. My scholarship had run out, my par

arismatic, predatory art dealer who had shown a pa

private man. He has a specific... request. He's willing to pay a lot for one night of

tured my grandmother's smile, and how much I wanted to kee

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ght. He was silent, almost detached. It was quick, clinical. The money was wired to my account

sickness started. And now this. Liam Sterling, the tech mogul, claiming t

lient? Julian's mysterious, we

larger, more terrifying reality. My quiet, desperate life had just collided with a