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 5
Bruce turned slowly toward the television.
Jace's inauguration speech was being broadcast live
"That's who?" Bruce asked.
"The guy from last night."
Bruce stared at her and looked at the TV, then back at her.
"You slept with him?" he asked.
She didn't answer.
Bruce's expression changed. He looked at the television once again, this time closely paying attention to the billionaires on screen who rule the city.
"Norman," he repeated.
"I didn't know who he was," she whispered.
Bruce's eyes met hers.
"How much did he give you?"
Her expression changed.
"What?"
"Don't lie to me," he said.
"Nothing, we just talked." She said as her mind flashed back to her making a ten-thousand-dollar deposit into the bank.
"What do you take me for Charlotte? Men like that don't just talk."
"You're telling me you spent the night with a billionaire heir... and came home empty?"
"Oh, Charlotte," he said. "You really don't think."
She stood up quickly. "Don't start."
"Start?" he smirked. "You just handed us a goldmine."
"Us?"
He stepped closer to whisper.
"You think a man like that wants headlines about some bartender he slept with?"
"I didn't sleep with him." She followed up.
"And you are not saying anything."
"Oh, I'm saying everything."
Charlotte shook her head. "No."
"You think he wants the public knowing he picked up some broke girl at a bar the night before an inauguration?"
Bruce grabbed her bag suddenly.
She gasped. "What are you doing?"
He opened it.
And found the bank receipt of the deposit she made.
His eyes widened.
"Oh," he whispered. This must be from Mr Norman."
"Ten thousand?"
She nodded.
"You're going back," he said.
"No."
"Yes."
"I'm not."
He grabbed her face again.
"You're going back," he repeated. "And this time, you would come back with more than ten thousand dollars."
"Are you seriously asking me to steal?" She asked.
"Yes, that's exactly what I am asking you to do."
"Well, I won't." She shot back.
"You don't get to decide. Now quit being useless and go prepare something for me to eat," Bruce said as he sat back on the couch, already calculating how to capitalize on this situation.
He would pick up his phone and send an anonymous message to The Norman Enterprise.
To Mr Edward Norman.
Your son wasn't alone the night he arrived in the city.
Room 55. The Royal Crest Hotel.
He spent the night with a bartender.
I have proof.
If you want this buried before the press gets it, contact me.
Mr Norman was in his office when his phone vibrated.
He opened the message and immediately his expression changed.
"Wtf, a bartender," he muttered.
"Find out everything about my son's movements the night he returned," he said to his head of security. "Every transaction.
All camera footage. Every person he was with."
Within an hour, the confirmation came.
Jace had checked into the Royal Crest Hotel.
Room fifty-five.
And there was footage of a woman entering his room late that night.
Edward stared at the image of Charlotte on the security monitor. Her simple dress and cheap heels.
Edward leaned back in his leather chair.
"If the public wants responsibility," he muttered, "I will give them responsibility."
Jace was halfway through a glass of whiskey when his father walked into his penthouse without knocking.
"I'm not in the mood for another lecture," Jace said, not turning around.
"This isn't a lecture," Edward replied. "It's a solution."
Jace glanced at him over his shoulder. "To what? My college mistakes? Or the board being on your neck?"
"To everything."
Edward tossed a file onto the glass table in front of him.
Jace opened it.
Inside was a printed image from hotel surveillance.
Charlotte Walking into Room 55.
He was shocked.
"Where did you get this?" He asked.
"You're not as careful as you think," Edward said. "And unfortunately for you, someone else noticed."
Jace slammed the file on the table. "What do you mean?"
Edward walked closer.
"I received a message this evening, from an anonymous person threatening to expose your... activities."
Jace stood.
"So pay them off."
"It won't stop there. Whoever it was would surely come back."
Edward's voice lowered.
"You are getting married."
"I am already aware of that," Jace said.
"No you are not, "You're getting married tomorrow. Noon. My office."
"You've lost your mind."
"You have already lost control of your image," Edward snapped. "You will not lose control of this company."
Jace stepped closer to him. "And who exactly am I supposed to marry? Some socialite you picked from a catalogue?"
"No."
He tapped the file.
"Her."
Jace stared at Charlotte's picture again.
"The bartender?" he scoffed. "You want me to marry a stranger from a bar?"
"I want you to marry the only person who can destroy you right now."
"You don't even know her."
"I know enough," Edward replied. "Poor background, no influence or power and more importantly easy to control."
"You're turning this into a business deal," Jace responded to his father.
"That's exactly what it is."
Edward adjusted his cuffs.
"You will marry her. The press will frame it as a pre-marriage romance."
"And if I refuse?"
"Then I release the information myself before your blackmailer does. And you can watch the empire slip slowly away from your hands because of your pride."
Jace exhaled slowly.
"You're ruthless."
"I am prepared," Edward replied as he walked away.
THE Day OF THE M A R R I A G E
Charlotte was sitting in Mr Norman's private office, when Jace walked in.
" He said quietly. "You're the girl from Room 55."
"And you're the man who didn't even say goodbye."
"This isn't about personal feelings." Edward interrupted.
Charlotte looked at him.
"You want me to marry your son."
"You will be compensated generously. Housing. Security. Financial stability for life."
Charlotte almost laughed.
"You think this is about money?"
"Then what is it about?" Jace shot back.
She looked at him properly now.
"You left me without a word. And now you're sitting here like this is a board meeting."
"You think I asked for this?" Jace said.
"Then why agree to it?"
"Because I have no choice." He said.
"And what happens after we sign this contract?"
Edward answered, "You will play the role of devoted wife. Public appearances. Charity events. No scandals."
"How long?"
"One year," Edward replied. "With the possibility of extension if necessary."
"And if I say no?"
Jace leaned closer, lowering his voice so only she could hear.
"Then whoever's threatening my father releases what they have. And you become the woman who slept with the scandal-ridden heir the night he arrived."
"So this is blackmail."
"No," he said.
"It's survival."
"You want me to risk my life, my name, everything... to protect yours?"
Edward slid an envelope towards her, inside was her mother's nursing home bills and her sister's tuition fees both fully paid.
"Now are you going to do as we say?" He asked.
"Yes."
The Norman family lawyer walked into the office with the contract details at hand, alongside the company's COO.
When the lawyer brought out the marriage documents, the COO noticed Charlotte rubbing her stomach looking dizzy, so he said.
"You look pale and stressed."
Charlotte immediately removed her hands from her stomach.
"I'm fine." She said,
"You're pale. And you're shaking," the COO said.
"My wife looked like that before we found out she was pregnant."
"I just need rest, that's all."
Jace signed first.
And as Charlotte was about to sign the documents, she kept shaking and the pen slipped from her fingers.
Both Charlotte and Jace bent down to pick up the pen, Jace held her hand and whispered.
"You are shaking."
"I'm fine."
Jace released her hand.
"If there's anything you're hiding," he murmured, "I always find out."
Charlotte signed the document and she looked up at him.
"So now what?"
Jace's eyes darkened.
"You haven't seen what marriage to me looks like."
Charlotte wrapped her hand around her stomach again.
"You should get a pregnancy test." the COO said,
The entire office became curious as they looked closely at Charlotte.
"I said I am fine, it's probably just food poisoning."
"Yeah that's true, just get yourself checked up," Edward said as he dismissed the office.
Jace stood.
"And understand something, Charlotte..."
His voice lowered.
"If you think this is the worst part of your life-"
He leaned closer.
"From today, your life is no longer yours."
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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.