Pregnant With The Ruthless Billionaire's Secret

Aubree Hamilton was the top-tier executive assistant to Wall Street's most ruthless titan, Beck Franco. A month ago, she made a catastrophic mistake and spent the night in his bed. Thinking she had erased the mistake with a morning-after pill, she panicked upon his return and lied about being engaged to push him away. But Beck, a man who despised disloyalty above all else, immediately suspended her and ordered her escorted out of the building. Her nightmare only escalated when her toxic ex-boyfriend attacked her on the street, tearing her purse open and exposing the empty morning-after pill box to the public—and to Beck, who was watching from his penthouse. After having his security rescue her, Beck trapped her in his car, ruthlessly tearing apart her fake engagement. Later in her apartment, the suffocating tension between them almost ignited into a kiss, but a violent wave of nausea suddenly hit Aubree. She shoved him away with all her strength and violently threw up in the bathroom. Beck took it as the ultimate physical disgust. He walked out, deeply humiliated and dangerously obsessed, unleashing his resources to investigate her every move. Left alone and trembling, Aubree finally checked the crushed white box. The pill she took had expired a month ago. Staring at the two bright pink lines on the pregnancy test, she made a desperate vow: Beck Franco could never know she was carrying his child, and she had to disappear before he found out.

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Chapter 7

Aubree ran.

She didn't stop until her lungs burned and her side ached, putting several blocks between herself and the black Maybach. Leaning against the brick wall of a bookstore, she gasped for air, her body trembling.

A fresh wave of nausea rolled through her, a product of pregnancy, panic, and adrenaline.

She was finally alone. Finally safe. All she wanted was the sanctuary of her small apartment.

Her building was a few blocks away, a pre-war brownstone that was old but well-kept. She walked the rest of the way, her legs feeling like lead. As she reached the front steps, a shadow detached itself from the darkness of the entryway.

It was Jordyn.

He had been waiting for her. Stalking her.

His eyes were bloodshot, his expression a terrifying mix of obsession and fury. "You think you can just run away?" he snarled, blocking her path. "Who was that guy? The one in the Maybach!"

He must have seen Alex, seen the car.

"Jordyn, calm down," she said, her voice shaking as she backed away. "He's just my boss."

"Boss?" He let out a crazed, bitter laugh. "A boss sends his goon to beat me up for you? You're a liar!"

He lunged, grabbing her and slamming her back against the rough brick wall of the building. The impact knocked the wind out of her, and black spots danced in her vision.

"You're going to tell me everything," he hissed, one hand closing around her throat. The pressure wasn't enough to choke her, but it was a clear, brutal threat. "Or else-"

A sudden, blinding glare of headlights washed over them, freezing the scene like a photograph.

The black Maybach had appeared at the curb, as silent and menacing as a shark.

The passenger door opened, and Beck Franco emerged. He had taken off his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, revealing strong, corded forearms. He didn't look like a CEO. He looked like something far more dangerous.

Jordyn froze for a second, then his bravado returned. "So, you're the one," he sneered.

Beck ignored him. His entire focus was on Jordyn's hand on Aubree's throat. He closed the distance in three long, purposeful strides.

He seized Jordyn's wrist and twisted.

The crack of bone was sickeningly loud, followed by Jordyn's high-pitched scream of agony. His hand flew open, releasing Aubree.

Beck pulled her behind him, shielding her with his body. Then, with a cold, efficient fury, he drove his fist into Jordyn's face.

Jordyn crumpled to the ground, blood pouring from his nose.

Beck stood over him, his chest heaving slightly. "I will say this one last time," he said, his voice a low, chilling whisper. "Stay away from her."

He crouched down, grabbing a fistful of Jordyn's shirt and hauling him close. His next words were for Jordyn's ears alone, a venomous, possessive promise.

"She works for me. You touch one of my employees again, you are making an enemy of me. And I will make you disappear from this city."

The raw menace in his voice, the murderous look in his eyes, did what the punch couldn't. It broke Jordyn completely. He scrambled backward, crab-walking away before getting to his feet and running off into the night like a terrified animal.

The immediate danger was gone. Beck stood, turning to face Aubree. She was still pressed against the wall, her eyes wide with shock.

He looked down at his own hand. The knuckles on his right hand were split and bleeding.

He met her stunned gaze, his expression unreadable. "I need ice," he stated, his voice back to its usual, commanding tone. "And a bandage. We're going upstairs."

It wasn't a request. It was an order, wrapped in an undeniable reason. He had gotten hurt defending her. And with that perfect, unimpeachable excuse, he followed her into the building, into her home, into her life.

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