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My Baby’s Daddy Chapter 2406

Unbeknownst to the kidnappers, their location was already being locked on. Zacharias motorcade and the cops’ special forces were coming in their direction.

Roy didn’t want Imogen to come along on this mission, but she insisted, and he reluctantly agreed. The satellite footage indicated that the kidnappers remained at their base without any movement.

The plan was simple-send out a search party and thoroughly search the surrounding area for Shirley.

Imogen wore a headset and was orchestrating every move discreetly. Who would suspect her? Not even Zacharias, who unknowingly expressed gratitude for her involvement in the plan.

“The kidnappers are gathered in one location. Our strategy is simple-send a team to encircle them. The rest of you fan out and locate the hostage. Exercise caution; these aren’t ordinary kidnappers. They might be armed with heavy weaponry. If they pose a threat, shoot to kill,” the person in charge said.

She smiled since everything was unfolding just as she had planned.

Meanwhile, Shirley was imprisoned in a room. Her eyes were closed, and she was waiting for someone to rescue her. Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the entrance, accompanied by an audible gulp. The sound repulsed her as she sensed someone attempting to approach her with malicious intent. A fierce anger ignited in her eyes at the thought of impending violation.

Since everyone else was playing poker, this kidnapper said he wanted to take a restroom break, but he actually wanted to violate Shirley. It became apparent that he was driven by his unsavory desires, with Shirley’s flawless physique serving as an irresistible allure. He’d rather give away all his money if it meant he could rail this Eastern woman. “Ah, what a perfect woman. The vice president’s lover is something else, after all,” the man gasped.

She said nothing. Every inch of her body was prepared to fight back once the man tried to make a move.

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. Just want you to make me happy.” The man pulled away the thing covering her head, and he was met with her murderous gaze, but he loved feisty women like her.

Just a moment ago, her head was covered, and she had no idea what kind of surroundings she was dealing with. Now that she had a clear line of sight, she would use anything to escape this situation. Suddenly, she put on a seductive smile, subtly suggesting to the kidnapper that he should release her.

The man’s heart started to race, his thoughts consumed by desire. He quickly untied her, thinking it would make it easier for her to get on her knees and give him fellatio.

Now, she found herself with only her hands and legs restrained, and the binding around her body had loosened. The kidnapper, having only shown up to clean up the coffee shop mess, had missed her previous scuffle. While acknowledging her potential capabilities, he believed they were manageable.

Just when the guy was going to lift Shirley, she swiftly pivoted, circling the kidnapper. Seizing the opportunity, she clasped her hands around the man’s neck, pulling them backward, utilizing the chain of her handcuffs to choke him. The man’s eyes widened, and he tried to grasp her hands for relief. However, she retaliated by driving her foot into his back, causing the kidnapper to arch forward.

The handcuffs cut into the man’s neck, causing blood to spill. Only after dealing with him did she finally release her grip. With a sigh of relief, she knew she had to escape quickly. Her thoughts raced, believing that Zacharias must be en route to rescue her. So, she had to find a way to reach out to him.

Shirley deftly retrieved a small knife from the man’s pocket and promptly unfettered herself from the restraints. Having acquired the skill to free herself when handcuffed, she easily removed the fetters moments later. Without hesitation, she made her exit.

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My Baby’s Daddy Novel (Anastasia and Elliot)

My Baby’s Daddy Novel (Anastasia and Elliot)

Never Too Far Novel (Anastasia and Elliot) – Vanessa. K
Score 9.8
Status: Ongoing Type: Native Language: English

Read My Baby’s Daddy Novel (Anastasia and Elliot)! Summary

Stabbed in the back by her stepsister and her best friend, Anastasia Tillman was robbed of her innocence by a mysterious man one fateful night and was later kicked out from the place she called home. Fast forward five years later, now a successful jewelry designer, Anastasia gets the surprise of her life when a handsome man barges into her life and offers to take her hand in marriage and raise her son for her. This offer may seem like every woman's dream come true, but not for Anastasia! She has the looks, a successful career, an adorable son... so what more does she need? Definitely not a man to mess things up for her, no siree! But what will she do when the man is absolutely taken by the little boy who is a carbon copy of him? Will she accept him and give in to his offer of raising her—oops, their son?
  Chapter 1 A Night of Absurdities "Anastasia, help! I've been molested at the club!" The desperate and helpless sound of her best friend's voice was the only thing on Anastasia Tillman's mind as she rushed over to the clubhouse. Room 808. Anastasia looked up at the number plaque on the door of the private room. It was the same room number that her best friend, Hayley Seymour, had texted her. Without another thought, she barged through the door to save her friend. When the door swung open under her hand, she was greeted by the darkness within. Suddenly, a strong hand clasped around her wrist and dragged her into the dark room, followed by a loud thud as the door slammed shut. "Hey—who are you, and what do you want?!" Anastasia shrieked, her eyes darting around wildly as she tried to make out her surroundings. "Settle down, and I'll treat you well." A man's deep and husky voice spoke close to her ear. The next second, Anastasia was unceremoniously tossed onto the couch, and before she could scramble to her feet, a lean and strong body pinned her down. She let out a muffled cry when a pair of lips that tasted like peppermint captured hers. The man on top of her felt burning hot to the touch. A sense of hopelessness brought tears to her eyes as she tried to struggle against the man, but in the end, she could do nothing but endure the man's ferocity. An hour later, Anastasia staggered out of the room, looking disheveled. She had only just been through a nightmare, but that didn't distract her from worrying about her best friend's safety. She was just about to call Hayley's number when she saw a group of men and women walking out the side door. Under the lights, she instantly recognized the two of the women in the group. One happened to be Hayley, her best friend who had cried for help on the phone earlier, and the other was Anastasia's stepsister, Erica Tillman. The two girls walked side by side with their arms linked, as if they were the closest of friends. Shock and rage colored Anastasia's features when she saw them. "Stop right there, Hayley!" she called out loudly over the distance as her fists clenched tightly at her sides. Upon hearing this, Hayley and Erica swiveled around to face her. Anastasia glowered at them, ashen-faced as she demanded of Hayley, "Why would you lie to me?!" Hayley smirked. "It's not my fault that you're always so gullible, Anastasia." "Did you have a good time with that gigolo back there?" Erica asked in a sing-song voice, smiling wickedly. It was only then that Anastasia realized that both of them had set her up. The chastity she had held dear for the past nineteen years was now sacrificed for their despicable glee. Presently, Hayley's eyes were frosty as she seethed, "Did you actually think I was your friend, Anastasia? I've been living in your shadow ever since we met! I hate you, and I want nothing more than to ruin that face of yours!" Erica, on the other hand, swiftly interjected by mocking, "I have the proof I need to show Dad that you've been pimping yourself for money at the club. It won't be long until you're thrown out of the house!" "You two—" Anastasia was so furious that she swayed. Her body was in tatters after the ordeal she had been through, and the collective weight of her friend's betrayal and her sister's cruelty nearly knocked her down. "Let's go, Hayley! We don't want to be seen with trash, do we?" With her arm looped through Hayley's, Erica led her toward the sports car she had parked by the curb. Three days later, at the Tillman Residence, a low male voice yelled out in rage, "You became an escort for money just because I wouldn't let you go abroad for your studies? How can I, Francis Tillman, be capable of having such a shameless daughter like you?" "Dad, I didn't—" "You didn't? But you did, Anastasia! How could you go to such shameless lengths? Did we starve you, or did we deprive you of anything? I can't believe 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 knows what my daughter and I could have caught from you," the woman who was dressed in jewels and fine clothes sneered from where she sat on the couch. "Dad, I really didn't do it. I—" Anastasia tried to explain herself. However, Francis did not want to hear another word from her. He glowered at her maliciously as he snapped, "Still lying to me, I see. Get out of this home right now! I will not stand to have you under my roof. No daughter of mine could be so shameless. From now on, you are not my child!" Meanwhile, on the staircase landing, Erica watched this scene play out as she leaned against the banister with her chin propped on her hand. Everything was going exactly the way she had planned. In a matter of minutes, Anastasia was going to be cast out of the house and wander around like some pathetic stray mutt. Downstairs in the living room, Anastasia fell silent when she saw the thunderous and disappointed look on her father's face. She wordlessly rose from her seat and walked up the stairs to pack up her things. She had only just rounded the landing when Erica barricaded her. With her arms crossed haughtily in front of her chest, the younger girl sneered, "Get out of here! Don't linger around like an eyesore. This house will never have a place for you ever again!" Anastasia clenched her fists as she glowered at Erica's pleased expression. Seeing the hatred and anger in Anastasia's eyes, Erica leaned forward. "What, do you want to slap me or something?" She turned her cheek toward the fuming girl and said smugly, "Go right ahead, then!" Without holding back, Anastasia brought her hand down across Erica's face, resulting in a hard slap. "Ah!" Erica let out a shrill cry. "You just hit me! Mom, Dad—Anastasia just hit me!" She howled as she bolted down the stairs. Naomi Lowell quickly pulled her daughter into her arms and cried up the stairwell, "How dare you strike my daughter, Anastasia! What the hell are you playing at?!" Francis glanced at the red imprints on Erica's cheek, and he had never been more disappointed in his life. When did my oldest daughter become so infuriatingly rebellious? "Dad, it hurts..." Erica sobbed as she burrowed into her father's arms, taking in exaggerated deep breaths like she was in great pain. "Get out of here, Anastasia!" Francis roared up the stairs. Having packed up her things, Anastasia grabbed her passport and went down the stairs. Her heart grew stone-cold when she saw how her own father was holding Erica in his arms like she was something precious. Anastasia knew then that she indeed had no place in his heart. Francis had only heard Erica's side of the story instead of asking Anastasia about the horrific incident she had endured last night. Ever since her mother had passed, she had spent her years in this home living like an outsider, for her father had brought home his mistress and his illegitimate daughter to form a new family. Anastasia's poor mother had never known about her husband's extra-marital affairs, not even in her death. I will never come back to this place ever again. Inside the house, Erica watched as Anastasia dragged her suitcase out the front door, and a wicked smile curled on her lips. I finally got rid of that useless eyesore! … Five years later, a knock came on the front door of an apartment in Dansbury. The woman living in the apartment had been poring over her designs when she heard the knock. A little bewildered, she walked up to the door and pulled it open unhappily. When she saw the two Asian men in suits, she asked in Chinese, "Who are you looking for?" "Are you Miss Anastasia Tillman?" one of the two men asked in English. "I am. And you are?" Anastasia pressed. "We were asked to look for you. Your mother, Amelia Chapman, saved our young master's life back in the day. The old madam whom we serve wishes to see you." She frowned at this. "Who's the old madam you serve?" "Old Madam Presgrave," the first man answered respectfully. Upon hearing this, Anastasia understood what had brought these men here. Old Madam Presgrave was the woman behind the Presgrave Group, the foremost conglomerate in the country. Years ago, Anastasia's mother had sacrificed her life to save Old Madam Presgrave's oldest grandson. It gave Anastasia great pride to have been born to a police officer as capable and righteous as Amelia. "I'm sorry, but I don't intend to see her," Anastasia said decidedly. She had a feeling that the Presgraves wanted to repay Amelia's great deed, but she had no plans of accepting their gesture whatsoever. Just then, a childish and curious voice sounded from somewhere inside the apartment, asking, "Mommy, who is it?" "No one," Anastasia replied hastily. Then, she turned to address the men at the door, "Sorry, but I'm really not in a mood for guests at the moment." With that, she closed the door. Meanwhile, back in the country, a man was seated on the couch inside the villa tucked halfway up the hill. "Have you tracked her down?" "Yes, Young Master Elliot. The girl from the clubhouse five years ago just sold off your watch at the second-hand market." "Find her," said the man on the couch, his voice deep and authoritative. "Yes, sir!"

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