My Baby's Daddy

I’ve been moles

iend’s voice was the only thing on Anastasia Ti

oom. It was the same room number that her best friend, Hayley Seymour, had text

s within. Suddenly, a strong hand clasped around her wrist and dragged

stasia shrieked, her eyes darting around wild

ou well.” A man’s deep and hus

sed onto the couch, and before she could scramble

n a pair of lips that tasted

ssness brought tears to her eyes as she tried to struggle against the

heveled. She had only just been through a nightmare, but that d

up of men and women walking out the side door. Under the ligh

arlier, and the other was Anastasia’s stepsister, Erica Tillman. The two girls w

hem. “Stop right there, Hayley!” she called out loudly ove

o face her. Anastasia glowered at them, ashen-faced a

my fault that you’re alway

gigolo back there?” Erica asked in

had set her up. The chastity she had held dear for the past

k I was your friend, Anastasia? I’ve been living in your shadow ever since

proof I need to show Dad that you’ve been pimping yourself for money

ters after the ordeal she had been through, and the collective weight of

do we?” With her arm looped through Hayley’s, Erica le

became an escort for money just because I wouldn’t let you go abroad for your studies?

I di

e you would pimp yourself to random strangers in a filthy clubhouse! For your sake, I hope you haven’t brought any disease back to this house. Who kn

do it. I—” Anastasia t

e snapped, “Still lying to me, I see. Get out of this home right now! I will not stand to have y

with her chin propped on her hand. Everything was going exactly the way she had planned. In a matter of

e thunderous and disappointed look on her father’s face. She wordles

d haughtily in front of her chest, the younger girl sneered, “Get out of here! Don’t

sts as she glowered at Er

ard. “What, do you want to slap me or something?” She turned her c

rought her hand down across Erica

t hit me! Mom, Dad—Anastasia just hit me!”

and cried up the stairwell, “How dare you strike my d

d he had never been more disappointed in his life. When

d into her father’s arms, taking in exaggera

nastasia!” Francis

down the stairs. Her heart grew stone-cold when she saw how her own

ancis had only heard Erica’s side of the story instead of asking

s home living like an outsider, for her father had brought home

nown about her husband’s extra-mari

e back to this p

r suitcase out the front door, and a wicked smile curle

came on the front door o

knock. A little bewildered, she walked up to the door and pulled it open unhappily. Wh

Tillman?” one of the t

u are?” Anast

Chapman, saved our young master’s life back in the

is. “Who’s the ol

e,” the first man a

was the woman behind the Presgrave Group, the foremost conglomerate in the country. Years a

ave been born to a police officer

. She had a feeling that the Presgraves wanted to repay Amelia’s gre

ce sounded from somewhere inside the

rned to address the men at the door, “Sorry, but

she close

ted on the couch inside the villa tucked half

the clubhouse five years ago just sold

on the couch, his voice