Carrying The Ruthless Tycoon's Secret Heir

Chapter 7

Word Count: 878 | Released on: 30/06/2026

She didn't have the energy to move to the bedroom, so she cu

drea

ied Dale. She was at a summer camp in the Catskills, a place her mother had sent her to g

han her, with intense, quiet eyes, who always sat by

'd let her sit with him. They became friends, a silent alliance against the loud, cruel world of adolescence. He never said much, but wh

r of light in her ble

into her hand-a bracelet he'd woven from blades of grass. It was clum

Her cheeks were wet with tears. She instinctively reached for her wri

't on the sofa. She was in the be

htened in her stomach.

ntic rhythm against her ribs. The apartment wa

e her mother used to read. The orange glow of a lit cigarillo flare

caught in

e find her? Ho

aucer on the end table. He stood up

nsive suit was wrinkled, his tie was gone, and his eyes were shadowed

iberate. He stopped a few feet away, his gaz

voice was rough, and for a split second,

back to her senses. She wrapped her ar

ur business. How d

sounded genuinely baffled, as if her quiet departure was a puzzle he coul

she shot back, her voice cold. "

His eyes fell to the floor, noticing her shatt

appened

the satisfaction of seeing how pathetic her life truly w

s," she said, trying to push past him,

ut just as inescapable. He backed her against the wall, caging

his voice a low, intense demand. "Was it

ying to fit her actions into a narrative he u

man who had owned her for three years, and the face of the quiet, protective boy from her drea

s sharp, laced with a sudden, defensive edge. Only Judah called him that-a relic of a past he'd buried deep. Hearing it from her lips, in that

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“For three years, Chloe Beaumont played the perfect contract companion to billionaire Julian Sinclair, enduring his coldness just to pay her sick mother's astronomical medical bills. Then, a positive pregnancy test shattered her fragile reality. When she carefully asked him about the future, Julian's eyes were merciless. He coldly stated that any "accidents" outside their contract would be immediately terminated. Before she could even hide the truth, a photo of her used pregnancy test was leaked on the company's internal chat during a high-society gala. Assuming she was using the baby to force a marriage proposal, Julian brutally severed their agreement. He kicked her out of his penthouse and his company, leaving her with absolutely nothing. Fleeing back to her shabby childhood apartment, her nightmare only deepened. Her abusive stepfather learned of the pregnancy and tried to extort her. After Julian's security team ruthlessly chased the man away just to protect the corporate image, the desperate stepfather retaliated in the worst way possible. He sent Chloe a horrific video of a bribed nurse unplugging her mother's life-saving oxygen tube. "Twenty-four hours. One million dollars. Or her next breath is up to you." Her doctor had just warned her that an abortion would leave her permanently infertile. She was carrying her only chance at a family, while her mother was suffocating on camera. Why did three years of absolute obedience and sacrifice only lead her to this suffocating dead end? Staring at the glittering city skyline, Chloe gently placed a hand on her flat stomach. She had to get that million dollars, even if it meant making a deal with the devil.”