Pregnant by the Playboy Heir
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.
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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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9.4
As a "wolfless" Omega at the absolute bottom of the pack hierarchy, my only goal was to build a safe, normal life with my fiancé, Dan.
That illusion shattered the day I came home early from work. I found Dan completely naked, tangled in my bedsheets with my cousin, Laura.
The suffocating stench of their betrayal polluted my home. Dan frantically tried to blame Laura, while she shrieked that they had been sleeping together for months. My sanctuary was destroyed. With no family to turn to, I fled into the night. Heartbroken and desperate for oblivion, I ended up in the office of my terrifying boss, Alpha Kane Cain. Fueled by whiskey and grief, I recklessly surrendered to him, signing a note consenting to whatever he wanted just to make the pain stop.
But the next morning, the blinding pleasure was replaced by pure terror. Kane hadn't pulled out. In our brutal world, an unmarked, wolfless Omega carrying an Alpha's child would be cast out and hunted. I panicked, begging him to let me leave, convinced I was just another disposable mistake.
Instead of letting me go, the ruthless Alpha's eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal possessiveness. He pulled out the note I had signed in my drunken haze.
"You gave me this power, little wolf," he growled, ordering his men to move my belongings to his estate. "Don't pretend you can take it back now."
9.0
To save her dying mother, Adaline walked into the Waldorf Astoria to deliver a shirt to her fiancé.
She didn't know her stepsister, June, had swapped her keycard. Adaline stumbled into a pitch-black suite and was brutally assaulted by a stranger in the dark.
The nightmare didn't end there. June paid off the only bone marrow donor for Adaline's mother to flee the city, and stole Adaline's fiancé. Bankrupt and desperate, Adaline was forced to sell herself into a loveless marriage with the ruthless billionaire Ferris Finch just to secure a medical team.
But when Ferris saw the dark, violent bruises covering her body, his eyes filled with absolute disgust.
"You make me sick. Pack up your cheap tricks."
He mocked her, calling her a filthy woman who couldn't even wash her lover's marks off before crawling into his house.
Adaline swallowed her pride and endured his cruel humiliation. When June publicly taunted her about the hotel assault, Adaline finally snapped, ending up handcuffed in a freezing police cell.
She thought she was completely out of moves, waiting to rot in prison while her new husband despised her.
But back at the estate, Ferris had just pulled the hotel's security footage.
Staring at the screen, the arrogant billionaire's face turned completely ashen.
He finally realized that the innocent woman he had destroyed in the dark that night, and the wife he was currently torturing, were the exact same person.
9.6
To escape my sister-in-law selling me off to a local thug, I married a complete stranger I met at City Hall.
My new husband, Drake, claimed to be a broke Uber driver who could barely make rent.
He even made me sign a brutal ten-page prenup just to ensure I wouldn't take his rusted, beat-up Ford sedan if we ever divorced.
I thought I was just sharing a decaying Brooklyn apartment with a struggling man at the bottom of the ladder.
But things quickly stopped making sense.
When that local thug cornered me at a restaurant, my "weak" husband didn't cower.
Instead, he dismantled three massive mobsters in ten seconds with the terrifying, fluid speed of an apex predator.
"I used to be a human punching bag in an underground boxing gym to pay off debts."
I believed his excuse, until his supposedly homeless grandfather showed up at our door in a moth-eaten sweater, begging to sleep on our lumpy sofa.
Before going to sleep, the old man casually pressed a heavy, intricately engraved pocket watch into my hand as a wedding gift.
He claimed it was a cheap flea market find that didn't even keep time.
But the sheer weight of the solid rose gold and the flawless mechanical gears inside screamed otherwise.
Why did a destitute driver have the aura of a man who controlled empires?
And what kind of homeless old man casually hands over a priceless, museum-grade antique?
I had no idea the "broke driver" sleeping on my floor was actually a ruthless billionaire CEO, and I had just walked straight into his trap.
9.3
For years, Gabriela believed the man beside her would be the one she grew old with. They had loved each other since they were young, but in the end, all those years meant nothing beside a younger woman's smile.
Returning from a business trip, she uncovered his betrayal with brutal clarity. Still, she did not cry or beg. She took out her phone, recorded every damning second, and filed for divorce the moment she could.
Afterward, she rebuilt her life into something brighter, richer, and stronger, even marrying a powerful tycoon. As for her ex and his shameless mistress, they could rot together.
9.4
I was the eldest daughter of the powerful Kirk family, sent away to a Swiss sanatorium to recover from my supposed mental illness.
But my stepmother, Johnie, never intended for me to get better. She sent her personal cleaners to drag me onto a plane back to Washington D.C.
In my past life, I didn't know they were assassins. I was forcefully injected with heavy sedatives and locked in a secret torture chamber inside our luxury estate.
My stepmother and cousin skimmed my inheritance while watching me suffer.
They framed me as a crazy addict, and my own father, a sitting Senator, turned a blind eye to protect his political career.
"Her political value is gone, just get rid of her quietly."
That was the last thing I heard my father say before I was brutally slaughtered by my own family.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why they hated me so much.
Why did my father let them force those pills down my throat?
Why was my life worth less than my stepmother's public image?
Opening my eyes again, the freezing sensation of lake water filling my lungs vanished.
I was back in the VIP room of the St. Moritz Sanatorium in 2023.
It was the exact morning before the cleaners walked through my door with uncapped syringes.
This time, I wouldn't just survive. I was going to cut the throat of the Kirk family.
7.7
Jaclyn woke up in the sterile hospital room after falling down the stairs. The nurse delivered the devastating news: she had bled heavily and lost her baby.
But before she could even cry, her trusted cousins, Katelyn and Cherri, locked the door and revealed the horrifying truth.
"It wasn't an accident," Katelyn smirked, pinning Jaclyn's arm down. "The lubricant on the top step was a very deliberate choice."
They needed her broken and unstable. They had forged her signature, draining her massive trust fund to save their uncle's bankrupt business.
What shattered Jaclyn's world was the fresh hickey on Cherri's neck. Her lover, Bradford, had helped plan the entire murder.
When Jaclyn tried to scream, they smothered her with a pillow, framing her as a lunatic having a mental breakdown.
Two weeks later, when she confronted them, Bradford violently shoved her through a second-story glass window to silence her forever.
As she fell to her death, the husband she had spent her life hating—the ruthless billionaire Gaines—burst through the doors.
He threw himself forward, his face filled with pure terror, desperately trying to catch her.
When her body hit the stone patio, Gaines fell to his knees in her blood, weeping and begging her not to close her eyes.
Until her last breath, Jaclyn was consumed by suffocating regret. Why did she trust the monsters who killed her, and hate the only man who truly loved her?
Opening her eyes again, she was back in the penthouse, exactly one month into her marriage with Gaines.