Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire

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first pale silver of dawn pierced through the curtains. It wasn't 'tomorrow' a

, mirroring the dullness on my body. It f

weighted. "Maybe everything would change and

r did little to wash away the chill in my soul, not the dread in my

pping myself in a fluffy towel. Just then, a knock

sked, clutching th

ss'. In a few hours, that title will be changed to a dreadful one. She w

her voice devoid of warmth, as if this was me

hat they wanted. The transaction went as far as hiring a designer f

, my voice ba

ic smile entered inside, carrying sever

lp you out." I stared at her, not uttering a word. My father. Of course it would be hi

enly hoarse. I slowly sat down on a chair be

with practiced efficiency. She powered my face, blended sh

stricken features into something vaguely bridal. My tho

ection. This wasn't me. It was a carefully construct

e. Noah stood behind me, rubbing sleep from his eyes,

he said, his words unclear but

only he knew his life would change from

the elegant, bold, white gown that was laid out

and Xander entered inside. The momen

tionless state. He looked at me, his face

racking. "You're going through with th

him. He tucked his hands in his p

th it? I mean you told me your parents didn't a

tion for me. I tried but... it wouldn't have chang

Noah's life is important. He needs to be happ

something was wrong. I went closer to him, brushing

kay, Xande

aint smile crossing his

answer though I couldn't qui

dy to go? Let me

o need to bother wi

on't be going there. They've got an imp

ey planned it, yet they won't show up at all. It was al

my former fiancé. They only ever showed up for my

" he asked, sc

or in the empty room playi

t going. You can't

g at my reflecti

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on that towered in the streets. The golden gat

to the passenger's side and opened the door for me to

in?" I asked, when he s

est, Amelia." He said and zoomed off. I stood t

de the gates. I gripped my son's hand tightly as I slowly

be changed. A knot was tied in my stomach and

as like a long walk up the mountains. I final

he door, awaiting a response. Seconds later, the door cre

I said, my voice firm yet low. She n

pped aside, gesturing f

igure standing in the middle of the living room, his back

ze, my breath ca

d Pie

he hospital. His piercing gaze locked onto m