The Billionaire Alpha's Secret Baby

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eps brough

consciousness and sub consciousness, the sound of a distan

eeping from my forehead down to my eyes w

ry hit and blow I took started to hurt like hell. It felt as though, every inch of m

of my car, neither were they after my phone or

be or whose orders they were carrying

enough to consciousness till I can get help for myself and my drive

figure that approached me from the other side of the road didn’t s

d, the unidentified figure that approache

she was carrying an object like a phone and was trying to make a call, so I instinc

‘No ambulance’ but it seemed like she didn’t unders

into jerking back so impulsively, aggravating the sharp ache on my arms a

ter side, the act made her no

ling if I could hear or see her, then talked abo

laimed in

ldn’t think about it now, nevertheless, I had to stop

ouldn’t let her, no, I would never let her call an ambul

anyone in my entire life but I felt safe with someone whos

yed the

the wrenching pains crushing every part of my senses t

l. So I ignored the numbing sensation in my head and tried ma

ong-willed. I had no idea who she was, but it felt go

ho I was, and I would reall

hospital would be more dangerous for me and she

eally a lie

, but, they were going to attend to me faster than him when they re

while, she muttered something inaudible un

to manage, because, well… we have

my fragile grip on consciousness. The last thing I sa

ot really a stranger with the way her lip

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he last thing I saw came fl

couldn’t catch. The

about to drive me nuts before letting my ey

probabl

t was all a dream. But I knew it wasn’t a dream or imagination of some sort, at

was talking about? I wondered with confusion a

ctually was. It was extremely tidied, for a small apartment, and smelled nice. A tall closet equally

emely observant whenever

e to her home? How on

to save mine. She might not un

ed my eyes tightly, praying to whomever w

d keep asking questions no

ds leaning into the fluffy bed, so soft that my bod

utt, tentatively testing my limbs to check if anywhere was broken, then rai

ine, however, I could still feel a severe discomfort at my ribs. The ached like hell. My head wasn’t an exception. It

ers had a fie

open unexpectedly, jostling me

ory of the last time I heard the voice came flooding into my

into view. She stood in front of me, a pair of stunning china-blue

who came to my rescue. She was standing be

s. She was on a simple house wear- an extra-large round neck polo and shorts, but that didn’t de

raising her voice a few decibels, dra

orporate, then it dawned on me that I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t

s poor and poor people could be unrepentantly greedy and I had no idea w

t safe in her presence. I couldn’t explain it, I h

uch sentimental thoughts

previous questions, ran towards the door which led to another door without st

appearance. She stood up as though she wanted to stop me but I br

de the building. I was running on bare foot at this time of the day like a

ictures had they taken?

owed myself to admit, hailing a taxi coming from down the road. I rushed

g the urgency at whic

s fine and that no article of the

eathlessly to myself, wincing at the