Pregnant With The Cold CEO's Heir

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I worked three part-time jobs just to survive, while my adoptive parents drowned our family in endless gambling debts. I thought my NYU acceptance letter was my ticket out, until they sat me down for dinner and announced they had sold me. They had taken a $50,000 deposit from a greasy, middle-aged businessman to force me into marriage. When I begged them to spare me, asking why they didn't offer my sister instead, my adoptive father slapped me to the floor. "She's our real daughter!" my adoptive mother shrieked. "You're just an ungrateful brat we took in!" Locked in my room and waiting to be handed over to loan sharks, I grabbed my acceptance letter, jumped out the second-story window into the freezing rain, and ran for my life. But my desperate escape ended when I stumbled into the street and was hit by a speeding Bentley. I woke up in a VIP hospital ward, only to hear a doctor drop a bombshell that completely shattered my reality. I was four weeks pregnant. I couldn't understand how my life was over before it even started, until the cold, terrifying billionaire whose car had hit me leaned over my bed. "A month ago, at the Elysian club," he whispered, his dark eyes locking onto my terrified face. "Have you really forgotten it all?" The memory of my one reckless, drunken night flooded back, and I realized I hadn't just escaped a nightmare—I had crashed right into a new one.