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Fired By The Father Of My Child

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 760    |    Released on: 21/04/2026

Manhattan headquarters boardroom shat

The temperature in

k at them. He walked straight to the head of the long mahogany table and p

ick stack of manila folders onto the center of the table. Th

d the security footage from the Waldor

eyes. They were dead, holl

ld force a merger are done," Elliot said. His voice lacked any human

he end of the table slammed

is is a dictatorship! We built

t even turn his head. He just

dark suits walked in. They grabbed the screaming executive by the ar

lat on the table. He prep

the floo

of his vision turned black. The residual neuro-toxins from the dr

e collapsed forward, his head hitting the poli

ed, lunging forward. The bo

onths

window of a hidden underground clinic in Qu

eezing delivery bed. Her hospital

etal side rails. Her kn

ight nine months ago. She remembered the cheap pharmacy bathroom, the two pink lines on the plastic stick, and the crushing despair that had nearly swallowed her whole. She had wanted to erase the nightmare, but then she felt it-a tiny,

e end of the bed chewed

wasting time," the nu

He checked his cheap watch, dragging hard on a

through Breanna's body. She ar

ewborn baby sliced throu

rapidly. Hot, physiological tears streamed down her cheeks,

cord. He wiped the blood off the screaming baby

ed her right hand.

ered, her throat ra

d her back to the bed and walked stra

p, but a massive wave of dizziness and blood loss f

door pushed open

his niece, who was bleeding and crying. He

nd walked out, disappeari

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Fired By The Father Of My Child
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“Six years ago, Breanna was shoved into a pitch-black hotel suite by her own uncle. She was forced to endure a brutal night with a drugged stranger just to keep her grandmother's ventilator running. Nine months later, she gave birth in a cold underground clinic. But her uncle immediately snatched the crying newborn from her trembling hands, coldly announcing the baby had died. For six years, Breanna lived in agonizing grief, working as a lowly hotel cleaner just to survive. But a cruel setup threw her directly into the path of Elliot Finch, the arrogant billionaire from that dark night. He did not recognize the woman whose life he had completely ruined. Instead, he looked at her like she was rotting garbage, had his guards drag her into a wet alley, and mercilessly got her fired. "If I ever see your face again, I will make sure you cannot get a job cleaning toilets." Breanna was suffocating from the injustice, stripped of her dignity and her family's only lifeline. Yet, when she instinctively protected a traumatized little boy from bullies, she discovered he was Elliot's son. The boy clung to her neck, crying and desperately begging his father to let her stay. But Elliot just threw a massive check at her chest, violently accusing her of brainwashing a sick child for a meal ticket. Looking at the toxic disgust in his eyes, something inside Breanna finally broke. She picked up the check, ripped the millions into tiny shreds, and let them rain down on his expensive shoes. "Keep your dirty money." She turned her back on the crying boy and the stunned billionaire, deciding she would no longer be their victim.”