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My Baby’s Daddy Chapter 2522

“No way. It’s not safe.” Ezekiel immediately rejected the idea.

“It’ll be fine. It’s very safe,” Harmony said with a wink.

“I’m still worried,” Ezekiel simply replied. Harmony felt a pang of warmth in her heart. Nonetheless, she quickly composed herself as she didn’t want to overthink things and make a fool out of herself.

He had a woman he liked. Every word he said to her only came out of the concern he felt for a friend. She could not allow herself to misinterpret it for something else.

“Okay. Thank you.” She nodded.

She followed Ezekiel to the underground car park and got into the car. He immediately drove straight toward her home. Once she was in the car, she could not help but ask in curiosity, “Mr. Weiss, does the woman you like live in Averna?”

Her question caught him off guard, causing him to momentarily freeze in surprise. Then, he smiled and nodded. “Yes. She’s here.”

“She has to be a very beautiful and graceful woman.” She could not resist wanting to know more.

“Yes. She’s an elegant beauty with a great figure. Everything about her is perfect,” he answered. Meanwhile, Harmony was already envisioning a beautiful and generous rich young woman. After all, only a woman with those looks and status deserved a man like him.

If given the chance, she truly wanted to see just what the woman he adored looked like, Her home was not far away. So, they soon arrived after a little over 10 minutes. Once she got out of the car, she waved at him. “Bye. Drive safely.”

“Bye.” Then, he asked, “Your phone is not on silent mode, is it?”

“It’s not. What is it?”

“It’s nothing. I just want to make sure you’ll answer calls later.”

She was stunned. Was he planning to call her later tonight? Nevertheless, she smiled and said, “Okay. I’ll keep an ear out for my phone. Take care.”

It was only then that Ezekiel turned around and drove away. She heaved a small sigh of relief. It had been a great day. Plus, the fact that Ezekiel had helped her deal with Arielle was very satisfying.

Sera called Harmony to ask about her relationship with Ezekiel as soon as she stepped into her home. In a burst of impulsivity, Harmony told her about Ezekiel’s big splurge

“It has got to be over three million. Just those 10 sets of accessories plus a watch worth over 400 thousand would equal around two million. I didn’t keep track of everything since he bought clothes as well. Regardless, he really went all out.”

“Does this mean Mr. Weiss does have someone he likes? He just hasn’t won her over yet, right?” Sera asked.

“That’s right! I wonder what kind of girl would be so hard for him to win over.” Harmony was dying to know more about this mystery woman.

“Oh, and here I thought you stood a chance.”

“Sera, that’s nonsense. How could I possibly be with him? I’m self-aware enough to know that he’s way out of my league. So, I’m being sincere when I say that I wish for him to be able to marry the woman he loves,” Harmony honestly stated.

Harmony curled up on the couch in exhaustion after chatting with Sera about work. However, she could not resist the flicker of joy welling in her heart when she recalled that Ezekiel had dined in her home earlier today. Unfortunately, she had no right to express her happiness, nor did she dare to do so.

That was because he had a woman he liked. Judging from his expenditure today, there was no doubt that he loved her a great deal. Therefore, any feelings she felt for him were doomed to be unrequited. Thus, she had to discreetly work through this alone before misunderstandings occurred and caused him unnecessary trouble.

She shifted into a comfortable sleeping position on the couch, planning to take a nice nap. No-work days were days when she could catch up on her sleep. That was because once filming started, she would have to lead a hectic life where day was night and night was day.

Her mind had taken on a rather fuzzy quality, and she was more than ready to drift off to Lala Land when her phone started ringing, jerking her awake.

Her eyes snapped open as she grabbed her phone to look at the cruel interloper that had interrupted her soon-to-be slumber. When she saw that it was an unknown number, she cautiously answered it, saying, “Hello? Who’s this?”

“Miss Mayo, are you home?”

“Who are you?”

“I’m the courier here to deliver your purchases from our store earlier today. We’re at your door. Could you sign for the parcels?”

Harmony froze. Did she buy something today? Was there anything she had bought online that had yet to arrive? She could not think of anything. Just then, she heard her doorbell ring. Thus, she said into the phone, “Give me a moment. I’ll be right there.”

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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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