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 4
Charlotte fell on the floor hitting her head on the wall.
He slammed the door behind her.
"You filthy slut!"
Bruce's voice was loud and aggressive; one would think he was under the influence of alcohol.
Charlotte held her face looking at him.
"What-"
"You didn't come home!" he roared.
"You didn't call!" he continued.
"You didn't call me either," Charlotte replied.
His face darkened.
"Why the hell would I call you?" he snapped. "You're the one who left."
She stared at him.
"You could've texted," she said, sobbing quietly.
"Texted? I had to cook for myself," he said. "Do you know that? I had to cook."
Charlotte stared at him confused, as she had just misheard him.
"You're angry because you had to cook?"
He stepped closer.
"Where were you?" he demanded.
"At work."
"You closed by midnight."
Her throat tightened.
"Where were you, Charlotte?" he repeated, his voice sounding more dangerous.
She looked away.
That was all the confirmation he needed.
"WHO IS HE?" Bruce shouted.
"There is no he," she snapped back
Bruce laughed.
"You really think I'm stupid?"
"Seriously Charlotte you take me for a big fool."
He lifted her up, moving closer.
His hand gripped her chin harshly, forcing her to look at him as he pinned her to the wall.
"You think you can embarrass me?"
Tears burned her eyes
"You smell different."
"Me–"
"Who did you sleep with?" he asked.
She pushed him away. "Get off me."
"You didn't even check on me," she said crying uncontrollably. "You didn't call. You didn't text."
"You're lucky I even keep you here," he muttered.
"Well, that's because I work hard to pay the rent, while all you do is drink, gamble and lay your filthy hands on me." She followed up screaming.
Bruce picked up the TV remote and turned up the volume so the neighbours wouldn't hear, loosening his belt as he said, ..."I am going to deal with you and leave a scar on your body you will regret ever opening your mouth to speak."
"Bruce please I am sorry, I don't know what came over me, it was a slip of the tongue." She said crying and begging Bruce for forgiveness.
whether it was a slip of the tongue or not. I am going to leave a scar on your body, so that next time I confront you, you keep your filthy mouth shut."
"Bruce please–, I promise this won't repeat itself again. Please Bruce, I am begging you, I will be your slave, I will do anything you ask of me, but please spare me, I am already too stressed to carry a scar." Charlotte wept as she kept on begging Bruce for mercy.
"I am going to ask three more times and if you don't open your mouth and tell me who f**ked you last night, I am going to be your worst nightmare and you will regret ever crossing paths with me," Bruce said.
She closed her eyes as he started.
"Who is he?"
"Who is he?" He said for the second time.
Jace walked into his room furious, he was still thinking about his father requesting that he get married when his phone rang.
It was Malory calling.
He stared at the call before he finally answered.
"What?!" he said.
What was that, Jace? Do you have any idea what you looked like up there? They tore you apart."
"Is this why you called?" He replied clearly not in the mood.
"I had to watch you get dragged across national television," she snapped. "Cocaine? Distribution of heroin? Failing football captain? Do you enjoy humiliating me?"
"I didn't invite the press circus," he said. "Someone paid them."
"Oh, don't start with conspiracy theories," Malory cut in. "You clearly gave them leverage."
"My father wants me married."
There was a pause.
"Married to who?" she asked.
"To someone suitable," he replied. "Within a week."
"You're joking."
"No."
"You're actually serious," she whispered.
"He thinks it'll stabilize the company. Rebuild the brand. 'Responsible heir.'" He made air quotes she couldn't see. "Apparently a wife photographs well."
"And what about me?" she demanded.
"You'll still be you," he said.
"That's not an answer."
"It's the only one that matters."
"You expect me to do what? Clap while you marry somebody?"
"It won't be real."
"That's not the point!"
"It is," he said calmly. "That's entirely the point."
"This is strategic and temporary. The board and investors need reassurance. My father needs obedience."
"And what do I need?" Malory shot back.
"You need to trust me."
"Trust you while you slide a ring on another woman's finger?"
"It won't mean anything."
"It will mean a lot to her."
"Then she shouldn't mistake the contract for affection."
"And this girl," she said carefully. "She knows what she's signing up for?"
"She'll know enough."
Malory. "So you're buying compliance."
"I'm buying my spot as the heir."
"And if she falls for you?"
"She won't."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because I won't give her anything to fall for."
"You would make her miserable," she said.
"Yes."
"I'm not replacing you," he said.
"Good," she replied quickly. "Because I'm not disappearing."
"And if she questions it?" Malory added.
"She won't."
"And if she does?"
His voice dropped, "She'll regret it."
"That's the Jace I know."
"She'll get the ring. The house and the media appearances," he said. "You get everything else."
"And you won't fall for her?" Malory asked.
"I don't fall," he said.
"Good," she murmured. "Because if I have to watch you kiss another woman in public, I need to know she means nothing."
"She won't," he said again.
"And this marriage? For the media, for your father, for the empire, and for us?" she pressed.
"For control," he finally said.
"Then give her hell."
"Oh, I intend to."
"You won't let her get comfortable?"
"No."
"You won't let her think she's replacing me?"
"Never."
"Good," she whispered. "Because I won't share you."
"You won't have to."
And for the last time, Bruce lifted the belt above his head "Who is he?!"
And just before the belt landed, she opened her eyes and the sound of applause echoed from the television.
Charlotte's eyes shifted past his shoulder as she spotted Jace on the TV. She pointed.
"That's him!"
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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.