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Fired By The Father Of My Child

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 634    |    Released on: 21/04/2026

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wn of the kindergarten's private outdoor area. She

ved across the canvas. The heavy black lines from yesterday

sharpen a colored pencil. The air betwee

oup of older boys in custo

avy-set boy whose father

a chubby finger at the canvas and laughed loudly.

hand gripped the paintbrush so

le's shoulder hard. "Hey, mute! My dad says

t Cole like

elf off the grass like a missile, slammi

rolling in the dirt. The other

scrambled to her feet and lunged forward,

suit, rushed in. He didn't care who Breanna was. He

ay bordering the grass. The skin on her right palm rip

blood on Br

took over. He grabbed the heavy wooden ea

teacher scre

oar of heavy engines drowne

alt on the edge of the grass. The doors flew open simultaneously. A

icle opened. A long leg stepped

he grass. The air pressure

eir breath. They parted like the Red Sea as

at his son's messy hair and the dirt on h

liot's voice was a low, lethal rum

hand to her chest. She heard that voice. The cold,

old. She slowly

imposing figure standing over

o Breanna and threw his arms around her le

eo and the bodyguard. "They hurt h

owed his son's fin

iot's pupils contracted violently. The musc

ngry woman into the gutter. And now, she had someho

s deafening. The tension w

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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.”