Dzazmie_D_Fountain

[Book One]
[WARNING!!!]
 R-18
Smut Scenes will come in so, parental guidance is advised.

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Barely a month of being a classroom teacher, Selena Scott's life will change. When she encounters Bella Reese Lancaster, a four year old who would do anything to have her as her mother, and Timothy Reese Lancaster, a father with a daughter complex, one who would ruin the world so his daughter can be happy, she is taken on a roller coaster ride. One she will love for the rest of her life.

But, when the tides start to change and the seas get stormy, would she be able to hold onto that which binds them together? Even if she lets go, she wouldn't be losing anything. Or would she?

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"You're crazy," Selena mumbled, shaking her head.

"Yea," Timothy didn't disagree. "For you,"

"You know," He continued, trailing kisses from her face down to her neck. 

"Getting you pregnant wouldn't be bad. After all-" Timothy shrugged and nibbled on her nape for a second before meeting her eyes, -"Bella's old enough to take care of two younger ones."

"What!!?"

Bed Of Roses: The Billionaire's Wife

CHAPTER 46… YOU CANNOT BE SO SURE

That evening, Selena sat down at the foot of the bed in silence. She was staring at the blank side of the wall when the door opened and Timothy came in. She was so lost in thoughts that she did not know that he had come in and even sat beside him…

"What can we do now?" She asked, not turning to look at him. "Bella's still a child and she must be freaking out now."

Timothy crossed his legs and leaned back on the bed. His eyes were trained on the white ceiling.

"We have no lead." He said casually, making sure his voice did not sound weak. He was hurting but for his wife's sake, he would be strong.

Selena finally turned to face him. Her eyes were red and swollen and it was obvious she had been crying. There were lines, made by dried tears on her cheeks.

"What are you trying to say?" She asked. "Are you saying we wait until something happens to her?" Her lips were quivering.