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