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She heard the policeman sigh. "These cases are always difficult, but yes, he did. He told us that he needed his daughter to marry your fiancé in order to save his family. I guess they are broke and he was hoping that her marriage to Brooks would save them. When he found out that Brooks was engaged, he thought up the plan to kill you off. Then he was going to send in his daughter to comfort Brooks and get in good with him."

Cambry almost laughed out loud. She couldn't believe how outrageous Peter's motive was. There were tons of other ways that he could have made money, besides marrying his daughter off to Brooks! When she told him what the officer had told her, he did laugh out loud. "I would never have married Ashley. Your death would ruin me."

She smiled. "I can't wait to start our lives together."

Placing his hand on her stomach, Brooks said, "And bring this one in the world together." He pressed his lips against hers and she happily wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling her love for Brooks sweep across her body.



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THE END





The Billionaire’s Secret Love Child: Nia’s Story

A BWWM Secret Baby Billionaire Romance



I knew there was the possibility that I would have to manage personal matters for Mr. Ellis, but this was becoming a daily chore of which I had no interest.

“Ahem…” I coughed.

This woman was pretty, a tall leggy blonde with gorgeous skin. Her full figure was sprawled out over the rich silk bedspread, and I couldn’t help but compare her likeness to the girl from the previous night. Mr. Ellis seemed to have a thing for tall blondes. But, then again, there was the redhead last week that stayed for the weekend.

The girl in the bed stirred and snapped awake after noticing me at the end of the bed.

“It’s 10:30 am and Mr. Ellis has left for business. Breakfast is available whenever you’d like it and a car is ready to take you wherever you need to go,” I said.

“Thank you, but I think I’ll stay here until he returns,” she responded condescendingly.

I picked up a few of her things from the floor and tossed them to the bed.

“Unfortunately, that won’t be possible as Mr. Ellis will be busy the remainder of the day. We have your number should he fancy your company again.”

I couldn’t help but feel disdainful of the woman lying comfortably on the bed. She probably hadn’t done much with her life outside of looking attractive. It seemed that she wasn’t enjoying my ogling.

“Give me a minute to get dressed, and keep your tongue in your mouth. I only prefer men … most of the time.” She said while biting her lip.

The idea of sleeping with a woman like that seemed reprehensible.

“Whatever the case, I have business that needs attending. I’ll take my leave.”

She gave me a snarl while picking up her things. I paid her no mind and left the room.

The rich marble walls reflected the light passing through the skylight in the main lobby and illuminated the vast entry space. Brent, my driver for the day, stood by the front door with his crisp black suit and driving gloves at the ready.

I can’t say that I’m incredibly used to being driven around just yet, but it’s something I could grow to enjoy.

I snatched my briefcase from the entryway table, and Brent threw open the front doors for my exit.

“Thank you,” I muttered.

He ushered me into the black sedan, and I took a moment to look at today’s schedule on my phone. I was running a little late and was hoping that Mr. Ellis wouldn’t be too upset over my tardiness.

Brent was a safe driver and quite quick as well. Before long. we had left the grand estate of Mr. Ellis’ and were downtown. Perhaps I wouldn’t be late after all.

We arrived at a new dig site that was to be christened today. It was a notably large site in the downtown area and currently a parking lot. However, the location was excellent for what he was planning to build.

After exiting the car, I walked with purpose to meet with my newest employer. He stood beside a reasonably large stage where several members of the media were setting up for today’s announcement. I could tell he wasn’t nervous in the slightest and actually looked more excited than anything else.

If only people knew what his nightlife was like.

“Good Morning, Mr. Ellis,” I said as I approached.

He waved and continued to talk on his phone. I couldn’t tell incredibly well, but it sounded like he was speaking Italian. He held up a hand for silence as I approached and I waited for a moment taking the small amount of time I had to look over the day’s schedule.

I couldn’t help but look up from the schedule a couple times to admire the man who gave me such an auspicious position. He was quite handsome, if you’re into tall, clean shaven men. His short, cropped hairstyle eschewed his professional businessman persona, but his slightly unkempt tie and unbuttoned white dress shirt belayed what little professionalism he tried to exude. His dark brown eyes were piercing when he looked at me as I looked at him. And, as I distracted him he finished his call, and I produced a portfolio with some particulars he needed to look over.