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 3
The entire office arrived at the inauguration ground together.
The first car door opened.
Out stepped Mr Norman.
His presence always sent shivers, because he had built an empire that seemed unbreakable.
"Mr Norman!"
"Sir, this way!"
He lifted a hand, smiling the fake and practiced smile he put on for cameras. He had built empires and buried scandals.
Then the second door opened.
Jace stepped out.
The reaction shifted.
Upon stepping out of his car,
"That's the son."
"The future CEO."
"He rarely attends public events."
Jace was immediately greeted with flashlights, paparazzi, and journalists. Everyone wanted a glimpse of Jace, the heir to his father's empire who had just returned from California.
"Stand straight," Edward, "His father" murmured low enough that only Jace could hear. "They're watching."
Jace didn't look at him.
"I'm aware."
Bodyguards and armed security personnel immediately stepped in to escort them through the entrance, where a large glass door opened slowly in front of them.
The mayor of Atlanta approached first,
"Mr Norman, this is extraordinary. The city hasn't seen development like this in decades. You really outdid yourself this time around."
"It's only the beginning, I have my eyes set on something bigger, something that would send shock waves round the nation." Mr Norman replied with a smile on his face.
Another investor turned to Jace.
"Mr Jace Norman, we're honoured you could represent the next generation."
"I am here to support the vision and together with my father send the nation into a frenzy."
Please everyone settle down, as we welcome on stage Mr Jace Norman.
The room was filled with applause and more importantly. The investors were watching. The press was watching. The board was watching. It was the first time he would appear in a public event, so everyone was full of excitement and curiosity.
"Good morning," he began smoothly. "Today isn't just about the opening of this big infrastructure. It's about legacy, it's about bringing development and expansion to Atlanta, development unlike any other in the whole nation."
Jace had started pretty well, receiving nods of acknowledgement from the mayor and senators present.
He continued, "The Sovereign Galleria represents strength and Stability. A symbol of where Norman Enterprises and Atlanta, Georgia is headed-"
"Mr Norman!"
The interruption from the crowd, A female reporter.
"Yes?" Jace replied evenly.
"Before we discuss expansion," she said sweetly, "would you care to address concerns regarding your past leadership performance?"
A murmur rippled through the crowd.
Edward's facial expression tightened.
Jace replied. "I'm not sure what you're referring to."
Another reporter stood up.
"The university raping scandal, Mr Norman."
A third reporter's voice followed.
"The cocaine possession investigation during your second year at California University?"
More murmurs round the crowd.
Cameras shifted attention, zooming in on Jace's face.
The mood in the room changed instantly.
From celebration, to instant doubt.
Jace kept his voice level. "Those allegations were addressed years ago."
"Were they?" a male reporter pressed. "You were named in a list of students under review for distribution of heroin and other unlicensed drugs."
"That list was never proven," Jace replied.
"But your name was on it."
"And cleared," Jace shot back.
The first reporter stepped forward slightly.
"How can investors trust your discipline when you failed to lead your university football team to nationals? Records show you skipped mandatory practices."
Jace inhaled slowly. "University mistakes don't define executive capability."
"Oh?" another voice called out. "Then perhaps you can clarify where you were last night, Mr Norman?"
Jace's hand tightened and his facial expression was scared. around the podium.
"That's irrelevant."
"Is it?" the reporter asked, raising a tablet.
The screen lit up.
Photos, clear and undeniable.
Jace is exiting a bar, Late and Alone.
"The supposed heir has returned," the reporter continued, "but it seems his habits returned with him. Can a man who spends his nights in bars truly manage an empire?"
"I mean this is an empire where the Atlanta government is a major shareholder, and needs to be handed over to someone disciplined and hardworking, not a spoilt billionaire's son." The reporter continued.
"You're confusing an inaugural event with professional incompetence."
"Were you alone last night, Mr Norman?" the reporter pushed.
"That will be enough," Edward said, voice low but commanding. "This is an inauguration, not a trial."
But the damage was done. And no one knew this better than Mr Norman.
The narrative had shifted, Investors weren't clapping anymore. They were questioning the future of Norman Enterprises.
"Enjoy the evening," Jace said coolly before walking off stage.
The drive home was silent.
"You embarrassed this family," Edward said.
"They exposed you." and you gave them leverage.
"You think shareholders invest in potential? No. They invest in stability. Discipline."
"I can handle the company," Jace said.
"You can't even handle a podium without looking like a coward."
Inside the house, Jace barely made it to his room before Edward spoke again.
"You will be married within the week."
Jace blinked.
"What?"
"You heard me."
"That's absurd."
Edward poured himself a drink. "Public perception must change. Immediately."
"I'm not marrying someone to fix a headline."
"You will marry to prove responsibility."
Jace laughed. "You don't seriously expect me to-"
"You will," Edward cut in. "Or you will forfeit your position as successor."
"You'd strip me of the company?"
"I would protect my empire."
Edward stepped closer.
"You want to inherit Norman Enterprises?" he asked calmly. "Then you will demonstrate maturity."
"I don't love anyone," Jace said.
"This is not about love."
"It's about control."
"You have one week," Edward continued. "Find a suitable wife. Sign the papers and she must be from this town, to present stability."
"And if I refuse?"
"Then you will no longer be my heir," Edward said as he walked away.
Charlotte had gone to the bank to deposit $10,000 Jace had given her.
Because she didn't want her boyfriend "Bruce" to get his hands on the money knowing very well that he would squander the money on gambling.
Charlotte went to her apartment straight from the bank.
The second she pushed the door open, she was immediately greeted with a slap to the face from her boyfriend.
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8.9
I sold myself into a loveless marriage for $500,000 just to afford my little niece's life-saving surgery.
But my new husband, Kash, despised me, completely convinced I was a shameless gold-digger after his assets.
At 2:00 AM, he called to demand I fulfill my end of our twisted bargain: giving him an heir.
He forced me to sign a supplementary agreement surrendering all custody rights before I was even pregnant, treating me like a rented womb he bought at auction.
When my niece's condition suddenly worsened and I desperately begged him for a $50,000 advance, he hurled a black credit card directly at my face, leaving a stinging red welt.
"Take the money and get out," he sneered, his eyes filled with absolute disgust.
He immediately set up real-time transaction alerts to track my every purchase, waiting to catch me on a selfish shopping spree.
He thought I was a parasite, completely unaware that every single penny went straight to the pediatric intensive care unit.
Even my abusive former guardians cornered me at the fertility clinic, loudly mocking me for selling my body while my niece was dying.
I endured the degrading contracts, the cold IVF appointments, and Kash's relentless contempt, suffocating under the weight of his cruel assumptions.
Why did he have to strip away my dignity when he already owned my life on paper?
But as I clutched the hospital receipt that finally secured my niece's surgery, the fear inside me died.
With a new career starting tomorrow and a high-powered lawyer suddenly stepping in to audit my stolen inheritance, I was done playing the helpless victim.
I was going to show my arrogant husband exactly what happens when you push a desperate woman too far.
7.2
I am a resident surgeon, secretly married to Dr. Barrett Walters, the Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery. It was a transactional marriage; he paid my mother's mounting medical bills, and I was his secret, obedient wife in the dark.
But at the hospital, he was a cold-blooded tyrant who deliberately made my life a living hell. During a major medical conference, he viciously tore apart my successful surgical repair, looking me dead in the eye as he called me incompetent in front of all my colleagues.
The humiliation didn't stop there. With his tacit approval, the senior residents bullied me, assigning me every brutal night shift. When his beautiful, wealthy heiress "girlfriend" visited the ward, he publicly mocked my background to make her smile.
"Some people get in through the back door. They're not fit for the front lines."
Even when I was forced to work as a secret banquet waitress to cover the medical copays he ignored, he found me, ruined the job out of pure possessive jealousy, and then fined my meager resident salary the very next morning just to show his absolute control.
I endured his punishing kisses and cruel rebukes, sacrificing my dignity just to keep my mother alive. But I couldn't understand why he had to destroy every shred of my peace. If he wanted the perfect heiress, why did he refuse to let me go?
Staring at his cold, controlling eyes in the stairwell, my exhaustion finally overpowered my fear. I was done being his victim, and it was time to tear up this contract.
8.5
Synopsis
It still feels so unreal being dumped by my boyfriend at the courtyard on the day of our wedding.
David didn't show up and when I called him to know the reason why.
He told me right to my face that he had found love with another woman who happened to be my best friend.
My heart was shattered into a million tiny pieces.
I was wallowing in self-pity when I overheard Lucas talking on the phone about needing a replacement for the woman who has collected a part-payment to be his wife.
I agreed to be his wife without thinking twice wanting to get back at my Ex.
What would happen when two strangers' hearts intertwined?
And what started as an arrangement became a bedrock for something real?
Read to find out.
7.2
Azura Briggs was just a broke college student working freezing valet shifts to pay her adoptive mother's crushing medical debt.
Her desperate life shattered the night a bulletproof Maybach violently cornered her in an alley, and a ruthless billionaire kidnapped her by mistake.
After a harrowing escape, Azura was forced to take a humiliating "plus-one" gig at a high-end gala just to survive. But her date turned out to be the billionaire's arrogant nephew, who promptly abandoned her to the wolves. Cornered by a sleazy executive and his psychotic wife, Azura was publicly slapped, her dress torn, and left bleeding on the floor while hundreds of elites watched in disgust.
Just as she prepared to fight to the death, the crowd violently parted. Hunter Mcintosh, the terrifying man who had kidnapped her days ago, dropped to his knees in the broken glass and wrapped his bespoke jacket around her trembling shoulders.
Azura was completely paralyzed. Why was the monster who threatened her life now destroying billionaires just to protect her?
But the illusion of safety didn't last. Trapped in his Maybach hours later, Hunter threw a draconian employment contract at her feet.
"Sign it, and her care is covered. Forever."
He knew exactly how to break her. He was offering to pay off her mother's debt, but only if she signed her life away to become his personal assistant. With no other way out, Azura picked up the heavy pen.
7.6
I am the illegitimate, mute daughter of the wealthy Owen family, kept hidden in the attic like a shameful secret.
To save his failing company, my father decided to sell me off to a repulsive, predatory investor named Grossman.
At the family dinner, Grossman's sweaty hands roamed my bare legs while my half-sister Kaleigh intentionally spilled red wine on my dress, laughing as she watched me suffer.
When I grabbed a steak knife to defend myself, my father slammed his fist on the table.
"Sit down, or I will cut off the maintenance payments for your mother's grave."
My stepmother and sister sneered, treating me like a piece of meat meant to be sacrificed for their luxury. I was starved, locked away, and treated worse than a stray dog, all while my family paraded their high-society status to the world.
I couldn't understand why they hated me so deeply, or who really ordered the hit that killed my mother twenty years ago. The police reports were buried, and I was entirely powerless, trapped in a house of monsters.
But they didn't know that the night before, I had accidentally stumbled into the secret life of Burleigh Livingston—the ruthless, supposedly paralyzed billionaire who was faking his madness.
When Burleigh suddenly crashed our family dinner and threw a limitless Black Card on the table to outbid Grossman and buy me for the night, I didn't hesitate.
I grabbed the handles of his wheelchair, accepted his twisted deal, and prepared to use the devil himself to tear my family apart.
9.5
For nine years, I poured my soul into proving I was worthy of my wealthy boyfriend, Clayton Wright. I endured his endless, humiliating "tests," sacrificing everything for a place in his world.
But at our engagement party, the final test was revealed. He stood by as his ex-girlfriend, Anjelica, framed me for shattering a priceless family heirloom.
"You manipulative bitch!" he snarled, slapping me across the face. He then ordered his bodyguard to force me to my knees, grinding them into the sharp, broken fragments of the watch.
As I bled on the floor, he pulled out his phone and gave a single command: demolish my childhood home, the last piece I had of my deceased father.
He destroyed my past and my dignity, yet minutes later, my phone buzzed with a message from him.
"The engagement is just for show. I'll still marry you. You're my destiny."
That night, clutching the last of my father's life insurance, I booked a one-way ticket and vanished. He thought he had finally broken his little project, but he had just unleashed a woman with nothing left to lose.