
Pregnant by the Playboy Heir
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After the one-night stand with a man who refused to tell her his name, Charlotte would figure out on TV that the man she had s*x with the previous night was the heir to a billionaire empire.
At the same time, Jace Norman-the infamous playboy heir-faces a public scandal that threatens his inheritance. To protect the family empire, his ruthless father forces him into an immediate contract marriage.
And just like that Charlotte would get married to the spoiled, reckless son of the most powerful billionaire in the city.
That One night, Room 55 and Five thousand dollars she desperately needed would change her life forever.
Weeks later, Charlotte discovers she's pregnant.
But before she can process the truth, her manipulative boyfriend claims the child is his and begins blackmailing her.
As their fake marriage becomes dangerously possessive, secrets begin to spiral. An ex-boyfriend demanding money. Jace's jealous college lover is determined to destroy Charlotte. Charlotte's sister is hiding betrayal behind sweet smiles. And a billionaire father who will eliminate anyone to protect the Norman name.
When a forged DNA test claims the baby isn't Jace's, the empire turns on Charlotte.
But the truth is far darker than any of them realize.
Because someone has been orchestrating every lie from the beginning.
And when Jace finally discovers the baby is his...
He will have to choose between his father's empire-
Or the woman carrying his heir.
Pregnant by the Playboy Heir Chapter 1
It was a dark, busy cold evening,
When Jace walked into the "Monarch Lounge" a luxury underground bar where billionaires alike, come to chat, chill and discuss business deals.
Jace had just returned from California earlier that day, and upon arriving home, he was introduced by his father to several business partners. They were all full of questions, wanting to know about his college life.
Jace, feeling tired and bored in the evening, decided to go out for a drink.
When he got to the bar he sat at the counter, everything going on in the bar at the moment seemed useless to him, he had come in to ease stress and not chit chat. On the other side of the counter was Charlotte, the gorgeous-looking bartender.
Charlotte poured him a shot of tequila, and he kept requesting more. On drinking his 7th shot, he thought to himself "What better way to ease stress than a good sex?" Jace would kick-start a conversation with Charlotte the bartender.
Jace POV
You look like you don't belong here," I said,
She smiled and replied "Neither do you"
What time do you close?" I asked.
She hesitated for a second. "Midnight."
I checked my watch. 11:17pm.
Good," I said calmly. "Room fifty-five. The Royal Crest Hotel. It's down the street."
Before she could speak, I added " Five thousand dollars, for your time."
She stared at me quietly for a while.
"I don't-" she started.
"You don't?" I asked softly.
"Need it? Want it? Or don't believe me?
"Yes actually–" she replied.
" Five thousand dollars is a lot of money, I would need to work extra shifts for four months to earn that much."
I pulled out two thousand dollars cash from my wallet and slid it on the counter towards her " Upfront payment, see you by 12, room fifty-five, don't keep me waiting."
"You don't even know my name" she said
"Why don't you tell me in the hotel room, see you by midnight."
Charlotte – The Knock (Room 55)
The hotel dazzled at night, with calm music, quiet atmosphere and too expensive for someone like her.
Charlotte stood in the hallway with a thought on her head "Five thousand dollars is a huge sum of money, it would cover the rent, her mom's nursing home bills and calmly be able to support Bruce, her "boyfriend" after all it was just for one night.
Charlotte was lost in thought, when a hotel staff member approached her "Good-day madam her you by any means lost or are you trying to meet up with someone?"
"Yes actually–" she answered
"I am trying to get to room fifty-five"
ohh that's a vip room, alright it's on the 3rd floor, you can either use the stairs or make use of the elevator.
"Thanks so much, I should get going."
On reaching room fifty-five, she stared at the door for a minute while she took a deep breath and finally knocked on the door.
The door opened slowly, and there he was.
"I knew you would come, the only problem is you are five minutes late, but I will let it slide."
"I don't stay long," she replied.
"I get to decide when you leave, come in."
He took off his robe, wearing only boxers.
Walking towards the bathroom, he said softly "Take your clothes off and join me, be fast."
She had no choice but to do as requested and upon walking into the bathroom, she stood quietly at the door.
"Common do I have to tell you everything, and by the way why are your panties still on? Take them off and come into the bathtub."
"Can I please have a moment to process all this? By the way, you entered the bathroom with your boxers on" she said
He stood up just for her to realise he was naked and his cock was already hard.
"Ohh myy–" she reacted with her mouth wide open.
"Never seen a cock this big? This must be your lucky day, now get in, you are wasting too much time."
Charlotte slowly loosens her bra and gently takes off her panties.
"Nice boobs and clits," he said with a straight face.
She stepped into the bathtub and they both sat on opposite sides looking each other straight in the eye.
"Now what next?" She asked
"Now is the time I get to know your name," he replied.
"I am Charlotte, what about you?"
"That's not important, you do yourself good by not knowing who I am" he said
"Huhhh–" she started
"Am I understood? And also I ask the questions you don't"
"Understood" she replied
"Good girl, now suck my dick" he ordered.
Charlotte's POV
I moved closer, grabbing his cock and teasing it with my tongue.
I attempted to put the whole thing in my mouth but it was too big to fit.
"I kept throbbing his cock in my mouth"
His groan echoed all over the room "ahhh such a good girl," while his fingers were teasing my nipples.
I tried telling myself this was just for the money. Just a moment. Just something to get through. But my hands trembled anyway and my p***y gave in.
I was feeling soaked already just by the sound of his deep groan and his fingers on my pussy.
He stood up and lifted me, while I wrapped my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist.
He threw me on the hotel bed, I grabbed his neck tightly and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him to myself on the bed. He fell heavily on the bed breathing hard.
He pressed his lips on mine hungrily,
I moved closer to him reciprocating the kiss, enjoying the moment of his rough passionate kiss, he hovered above me without breaking the kiss. I gently opened my legs, his cock rubbing against my p***y.
He groaned as the kiss became intense. As he licked and sucked all over my body.
He would grab the duvet and pull it over our heads.
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Pregnant by the Playboy Heir of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.9
For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises.
Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body.
Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union."
Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family."
Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless.
But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place.
Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms.
When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route.
What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected.
He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years.
And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely.

8.1
Elinor's frail daughter, Cece, died in a sterile hospital room while waiting for her father to take her to Disney World.
But her billionaire husband, Derick, never showed up. At the exact moment Cece's heart monitor flatlined, the hospital TV broadcasted Derick affectionately holding the hand of his mistress and he has booked a clearance of the entire Disneyland to celebrate mistress's daughter's birthday!.
When Elinor confronted Derick with their daughter's ashes, he sneered and accused her of hiding the child just to get his attention. Elinor's heart was torn to shreds. How could a father be so blind and ruthless? Did Kamryn use his power to steal the very kidney that belonged to Cece? Why did her innocent baby have to die for their sick affair?
The suffocating grief inside Elinor finally crystallized into a sharp blade. She wiped the blood from her lips, canceled the simple divorce, and began her ruthless revenge.

7.7
BAD REPUTATION
7.7
It was her hair that fascinated him. The reddish-brown mass was parted high to one side, windswept almost. And then there was her make-up, neutral save for the liner around her eyes and the bold lip colour... was that purple?
His gaze narrowed over it and she must have sensed his attention, her eyes flickering in his direction. "You know, it's rude to stare."
Her voice was husky, a crisp edge that rasped along his spine and sealed her appeal. Derek was hooked. Her eyes were back on the doors, her lack of interest obvious.
He should've taken it as a sign, but since when had he backed off from anything he fancied?

8.6
"What do you think people would say if they found out you don't have a dick?" Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. "Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you've been hiding so well?"
A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Which do you think they'd call you?" he murmured, eyes gleaming. "A boy with tits... or a dickless little fraud?"
I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me.
"The term you're looking for is 'girl,'" came Xavier's smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. "So tell me, little girl... what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?"
Christian's smirk widened. "She wants to be devoured by boys like us." His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. "And I'll be more than happy to give her a taste."

7.6
The heavy prison gates clanged shut, ending three years. I scanned the empty lot for Julian, my fiancé. Deserted.
Biting December wind my only welcome. Calls to Julian, father, mother: unanswered/disconnected.
Shivering, Julian's tracker showed an unfamiliar Long Island estate. A freezing cab left me penniless; I walked through the blizzard. Through a mansion window, I saw Julian, my stepsister Clara, a small boy—a perfect family. Julian, who hated children, doted on him, and Clara wore *my* engagement ring.
I overheard Julian's call: he, my father, conspired to frame me for Clara’s medical error, saving their company and future. My family hadn't just abandoned me; they plotted my destruction.
A delayed text from Julian popped up, lying about a "cross-border meeting," promising to pick me up tomorrow. Despair vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. Typing "Understood," I turned from their stolen life, walking into the blizzard, fueled by burning rage.

7.5
On the morning of our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, I found a cream-colored document tucked inside my husband's suit pocket.
It was a twenty-million-dollar asset transfer for his former receptionist, Carmen. But what made my blood run cold was the contingent beneficiary: Leo, my newborn son who the hospital claimed was kidnapped twenty-three years ago.
When I confronted Devonte, he didn't even try to explain. He handed me a fake Cartier watch, canceled all my credit cards, and publicly called me delusional.
The next day, he moved Carmen into our mansion and emptied all our joint accounts into offshore trusts.
"If you don't sign these papers and walk away, I will have you committed," he threatened, his mother nodding in agreement.
They had orchestrated the kidnapping of my baby, hiding him with the mistress while I spent half my life sedated and screaming in grief. Now, to keep his secret, Devonte was going to lock me in a psychiatric ward and bury me in debt.
I didn't understand how the man I loved could be such a monster. Why did he steal my child? What else was hidden in that confidential adoption file?
Pushed to the absolute brink, I refused to be his victim.
When his goons came to my temporary apartment to drag me away, I turned to the rugged union electrician who had just fixed my lights.
"If you need a husband to keep you out of a psych ward, I'll marry you," he said, offering himself as my legal shield.
I took his hand. It was time to tear my husband's perfect life apart.








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