TO LOVE HIM AGAIN:THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET CHILD

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his ears. "Tell mommy what

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wen walk through. He takes one look at both of u

was an emergency, I di

nto Owen's arms. He immediately

He hates me,

Owen replies. "You're

w about bad days?

days even in the womb...at least

pering in the croo

wer, Sera. You

to make a girl

ises

I have to submit this article t

digital clock on my desk. "It's alrea

. I gave him food, he said he wasn't hurti

Owen cuts in. "He'

th the collar of Owen's shirt,

ugh his thick dar

Ezra's shirt and I si

for always coming when I need you. Now, I

my lapto

at me. "We'

. My reflection catches in the mirror when I

led mess, and cheeks flushed. I look lik

heets in a pool on the floor. The relief dis

, Sera. N

desk and stare at the bla

d. No word, no topic...

e has been tasking. I'm grateful for the job,

ears burn at the back of my eyes, and t

sob. Ezra's giggle filters into

d, drained.

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drags my eyes awa

er be goss

to take a much needed show

oughts are now finally free to roam, an

u need to

l him. "Let me just

yboard, eyes scanning th

h a full-stop, and I smile, sending t

sed, I hope

d head over to Owen. Ezra's playi

I plop down

. "Someone on our team go

ore, but he

ther. "Are you going to tell

ant to show it to you. Rem

wen. We've heard a lot o

"The Adrian Cross rumor. He's

. "W-what? Wh-

At least not

wo days

lse pound in my ears, bloo

aged?" I whisper,

a ghost." Owen frowns at me, brow

bs. "C-can

our office platform, the information is th

y. The rumors have been confirmed that this engagement will be

breathe,

my tears at bay, my lips w

. "All the ladies who are obsesse

efinitely one wo

y lip harder until I can't hold the tears anymore.

ged. He's proposi

? Why do I even f

years. Four y

wen blinks at me

my cheeks but th

ug, and I sob like a b

ng on, love

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ong? Are you upset tha

t that,"

what

eals, climbing ou

t me, lips pouting. He climbs

p my legs, settling in my lap.

baby." I k

turns to me with raised

gulp, sniffling. "

open, eyes wide.

e tragedies of my past rel

y. Why is she calling? Did she r

and. "Pick up t

haky breath l

o, We

need you to publish the article on Mr. Cros

nd, and the father of my son's p

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throat. "No

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ne goe