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"Why can't you come back? My heart beats only for you. Your sight alone quenches my thirst and hunger. Come back to me and I'll accommodate both you and your daughter," he broke into a weak sob "Come back to me, lest I die," he breathed heavily, holding his chest as he voiced the words 
"Oh, Edward!" Her rehearsed self-control slipped from its firm stand "I want nothing more but to stand in your arms forever," she sighed, "But I'm no more the girl you used to love, I'm a Prostitute."


Orphaned Roxanne, manages to land a job as a cleaner in a very prestigious company after four years of waiting helplessly. 
But this job comes with many tasking responsibilities that keep her forever on her toes. One of them being the fact that she has to keep herself from drowning in the grumpy CEO's lusty bed
However, withholding herself from falling into lusty temptation isn't the only struggle she has to face, as she is doomed to find out that the secret of her birth family has been lying beneath her nose, that her moral self-control against lust has slipped out of place and given way to a seed that has zero chance of knowing a father and that there is a concentratedly dangerous killer who would not rest until she has been reduced to ashes.

THE BILLIONAIRE'S BABY MAMA

CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE

Roxanne cursed deeply. It wasn't possible to escape NattCom was it? Wherever she went she was bound to meet someone with a connection to it. Of course, she knew Dera, even too well. She knew that if she didn't act properly, Dera would pounce on her and tear her into pieces.

"You're married to Dera?" She managed to ask, trying very hard to stop herself from yelling curse words at him. If only he knew how much damage Dera had caused.

"I was. We got a divorce two years ago" he said, taking out a kerchief to wipe his wet face.

Roxanne stood still, positively out of words to say. She didn't know if she should cry or laugh or run. What could her tears do? Nothing! It would only turn her into a willing lab rat for scientific investigation.

Finding nothing to say, she made to walk away.