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Fired By The Father Of My Child

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 635    |    Released on: 21/04/2026

ressed flat against the co

id upward, her fingers curling around his waist, desperately try

went rigid. His mus

ple shampoo mixed with the sicke

ontrol. The disgusting feeling of being chemically manipulated six years

fingers clamped down on Brean

ody with brutal force a

kward, her knees slamming hard into th

cut through the fog in her brain for a split second. She ga

up, dazed a

looked at her as if she were a rott

t a pristine white handkerchief. He began wiping his hands, drag

o speak. Her throat was bo

The sound was like a serrated bl

a lethal whisper. "You think spraying some cheap aphrodis

g cart. "Your acting is pathetic. You b

's face. A wave of intense, suffoc

herself up. But the drug was still in her system. Her le

He turned his back, walked to the floor-to-

speed dial

y suite," he ordered. He

st open. Two massive hotel securit

room. He pointed a finger ov

mpits. They hauled her up roughly, h

ast thread of composure. Tears of pure

hting against the guards' grip. "I wa

idn't move an inch. H

y. The heavy double doors slammed shut wit

e walked over to the coffee table, picked up a glass of ice

e hissed

trange, violent annoyance twisted in his

e corridors and threw her out the back exit. She landed hard on th

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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.”