The Billionaire's Price For My Baby

Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 842 | Released on: 19/01/2026

and slammed the door. The sound echoed like a

the wall. He was close, too close. She could smell the co

with suppressed rage. "The champagne? The hotel? Was

stung her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She couldn't tell him about her mother. If he

voice hollow. "And you need an h

disgust. "So it is a transaction. Fine. I prefer it that way. Don't expect me to pl

and," she

e suit she had bought on sale at Macy's. It was ill-fitting and wrinkled. She h

ped out. He was wearing a black suit, sharp and im

idn't look at her. He jus

s were holding hands, giggling, kissing. Adrian stood with his hands in his pockets, checking e

he clerk

ge. The ceremony was shor

n Conway, take

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said. Her vo

the jud

et box. He opened it to reveal a diamond the size of

. For a second, just a second, she felt a spark of e

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said, not looking at he

ind a pillar, a photographer i

brushed his cheek against hers, a stiff, awkwa

ke eye contact. He shoved his hands deep into his trouser

p forming in her throat.

a set of keys. "Your lease in Queens has been terminated.

gasped. "But I

t in, nodding at his driver. "I hav

e door. The car sped off, leaving his

ead and a gentle face, opened the door of

e. She looked down at the ring, the diamond cat

hospital. Funds received. Treatmen

t was worth it. The humiliation, the c

building in Queens. "I'll just grab a

e familiar smell of stale curry and dust gree

ed a beat. She

lled out, clothes scattered. Sitting on her wor

is eyes bloodshot and predator

revealing yellowed teeth. "My

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The Billionaire's Price For My Baby

REGINA SIMONDS Romance

“I had been Adrian Conway's executive assistant for five years, serving as the perfect, invisible shadow to the coldest billionaire in Manhattan. But a single night of weakness after a high-stakes charity gala left me staring at a positive pregnancy test in the office restroom, my heart hammering with a fear I couldn't escape. I tried to keep the secret and maintain my professionalism, but a freak accident in the lobby sent the test sliding across the marble floor-straight to the feet of Adrian's mother. The terrifying matriarch didn't offer a hand; she offered a cold, calculated ultimatum that turned my life into a high-stakes business transaction. Adrian didn't even look at me when he heard the news, his voice cutting like a scalpel as he called our night a "mistake" and an "irrelevancy." Within days, I was forced into a hollow marriage at City Hall, wearing a diamond that felt like a shackle and moving into a penthouse where I was treated like an unwanted intruder. The nightmare deepened when they slid a new contract across the table: I would carry the child to term, hand it over to the Conway family immediately after birth, and sign away all parental rights for five million dollars. "Don't expect me to play the loving husband. You are an employee who got a promotion," Adrian sneered, his eyes filled with pure loathing. He believed I had trapped him for his fortune, and his sister publicly branded me a "gold-digging parasite" while trying to force a DNA test. When I hesitated to sign the paper giving up my baby, Adrian leaned in with a terrifying calm, threatening to stop the life-saving medical payments for my dying mother. I was surrounded by unimaginable wealth but had never felt more impoverished, realizing that to the Conways, I was nothing more than a vessel for an heir. I couldn't understand how a man I had respected for years could be so monstrously cruel, holding my mother's life hostage just to steal my child. As I looked at the cold, clinical man who was now my husband, the desperation in my chest turned into a hard, freezing resolve. I picked up the pen and scrawled my name on the contract to save my mother, but I made a silent promise to the tiny life inside me. I had nine months to find a loophole, nine months to gather their secrets, and nine months to make Adrian Conway regret the day he ever thought he could own me.”