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 6
Just as Charlotte was about to leave the office, Mr Edward called after her.
"Charlotte..."
"Yes sir."
"Hold on."
"You will move into the Norman mansion tonight," Mr Edward said. "The news of your marriage will be broadcast across the city as soon as possible.
Before that, however, you may return to your apartment and collect whatever belongings you need."
"Okay." She replied.
"And lastly, go get yourself checked up, the marriage ceremony is going to take place as early as tomorrow and you need to appear in a perfect condition."
"Alright sir, I will take my leave."
On getting to the last floor of the company,
Charlotte was stopped by a family guard.
"Good afternoon Mrs Norman." He greeted her.
Charlotte was shocked and didn't know how to react to being addressed as Mrs Norman.
"Mrs Norman? Are you talking to me?"
"Yes, Mrs Norman, I am talking to you."
"Good afternoon, and who exactly are you?"
"My name is Tristan and I am your personal assistant."
"I... have a personal assistant?"
"Yes, you are the wife of Mr Norman and that comes with a lot of benefits. I will serve as your personal driver and bodyguard. My role is to make your life easier."
"Wow."
"Is there an issue ma'am?"
"No, not at all, it's just that I am very much new to all this."
"Ohh, if that's the issue, you will adapt and my role is to make sure of that."
"Okay, that's nice I guess."
"Are you heading out ma'am?"
"Yes, I want to go pick up some belongings from my apartment."
"OK, wait here while I go bring the car."
Charlotte was starstruck when she saw her personal assistant pull up to the entrance of the company in a Rolls-Royce.
"Whose car is this?"
"It's yours, ma'am."
"If I am not mistaken this is a Rolls-Royce right?"
"Yes ma'am, it is a Rolls-Royce and it's your personal car."
"Is this a dream?"
"It's not ma'am, like I said earlier, being married into the Norman family comes with a lot of benefits."
"I understand, I wasn't just expecting this much luxury."
He smiled and asked "So are you ready to head out?"
"Yes."
On their way to her apartment, she kept thinking of how suddenly the trajectory of her life had changed.
From just an ordinary bartender six hours ago to now being addressed as Mrs Norman.
Charlotte cleared her throat
"Um... excuse me?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Could you... " Turn on the radio?" she asked. "I just need something to distract my mind."
"Of course, ma'am."
A cheerful voice burst through the speakers.
"And in today's biggest business headline-Atlanta's most eligible billionaire bachelor is officially off the market!"
Charlotte froze.
The radio host continued enthusiastically.
"Earlier today, Jace Norman, heir to the Norman Group empire, shocked the public by announcing his sudden marriage to an unknown woman during a private ceremony at city hall."
The announcer laughed.
"Sources say the mysterious bride is Charlotte Hayes, a bartender with no known connection to the Norman family. Social media is already exploding with speculation about how the two met."
Another voice joined the broadcast.
"A bartender marrying a billionaire heir overnight? That sounds like something straight out of a romance novel."
The car suddenly felt smaller.
"...Do you think this marriage will last?" the co-host asked jokingly.
"Well," the first host replied, "history tells us billionaire impulsive marriages rarely end well."
Charlotte reached forward quickly.
"Turn it off."
The assistant immediately pressed a button.
The car immediately went silent.
Charlotte stared out the window, wondering if she had made the right choice and if she was ready for this.
"Could you stop at a pharmacy?"
"Yes, ma'am. There's one a few blocks ahead."
"Is everything alright, ma'am?"
"Yes."
"Just do as I tell you."
"Of course, ma'am."
The Rolls-Royce slowed down as the driver pulled over to the entrance of the pharmacy.
The driver stepped out of the car to get the door for Charlotte.
"Would you like me to come with you, ma'am?"
"No."
"I'll only take a minute."
Upon entering the pharmacy she was greeted by the pharmacist.
"Good day, madam, how may I be of help to you?"
"I want to get a pregnancy test."
"OK ma'am, hold on a minute."
"Here's the pregnancy test you asked for ma'am."
"Ohh, Thanks."
Charlotte stepped out of the pharmacy heading straight to the car.
"Where's your next stop ma'am?"
"Just go straight to my apartment."
The driver slowed the car down.
"Is this the address, ma'am?"
"Yes."
The Rolls-Royce came to a stop in front of the three-story apartment building where Charlotte had lived and called home for years.
For a moment, no one in the apartment moved.
Until the driver opened the door and Charlotte stepped out.
Mrs Delgado from the ground-floor unit froze in the middle of watering her plants. Two teenagers sitting on the steps stopped talking. A man who had been fixing his motorcycle slowly looked in Charlotte's direction.
Their eyes moved from Charlotte...
...to the long, to the sleek Rolls-Royce behind her.
"Is that... Charlotte?"
"Where did that car come from?"
"That thing probably costs more than this whole building."
"Ma'am," the assistant said, "would you like me to escort you upstairs?"
"No. That won't be necessary."
One of the teenagers in the apartment said.
"Did she seriously just get out of that billionaire car?"
Mrs Delgado called out curiously, "Charlotte, honey... is that your ride?"
"Yes Mrs Delgado, it's mine."
Upon getting to the door of her apartment,
The door opened and standing in front of her was Bruce who stood there clapping as he started.
"Well, well, who do I have here? Isn't it Charlotte Hayes, or should I say Mrs Norman?
"Shut up Bruce and get out of my way."
"It seems you may have forgotten the manner in which you are allowed to speak to me."
"You seem not to be aware how much of a f**k is don't give."
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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.