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Fired By The Father Of My Child

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 749    |    Released on: 21/04/2026

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nch Luxury Hotel in Manhattan. She pulled the faded gray housekeeping unif

her eyes. She took a slow, deep breat

g at the foot of her hospital bed six years ago, his

ly trying to dislodge the memory. She grabbed the handle of

stepped into the hallway. Her heel

ff looked at her. Maria grabbed a gold-rimmed work

lculated edge. Ever since Breanna had accidentally spotted Maria skimming from the housekeeping tip poo

limits to regular staff. But if she refused, Maria would doc

nodded s

o the service elevator and hi

instantly swallowed the sound of the cart's whe

doors. The heavy click sent a jolt of pure terror straight i

he cart into the massive, sunlit living r

brass incense burner sat. A thin ribbon

. She moved to the wet bar and spr

er, her lungs s

ral heat bloomed in the center of her chest and spread

ad coated the ins

ady herself. Her fingers slipped. Her elbow k

he floor, hitting the th

tric lock on the front door bee

ight from Tokyo. His suit jacket was slung over his shoulder

dead in h

air. The sweet, heavy aroma of a chemic

ong strides into the center of the room. He saw th

turned her head. Her glazed, unfocuse

of drugged, terrifying familiarity slammed into her. Part of her screamed to run, flashing back to the brutal heat of that night six years ago

he toe of her cheap shoe caught the

in. He reached out and ca

urning body crash

a drowning woman grabbing a lifeline, her lips parti

l face pressed against his chest. The tempe

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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.”