All Chapters of Impregnated By The Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Disclaimer: This book contains content that may be triggering or sensitive to some readers. Please be aware that it addresses topics such as violence, sexual assault, mental health struggles. Reader discretion is advised.* * *The glittering rays of the sun sneaked through the flimsy curtains and fell on the beautiful face of Noémie Rochester. Her closed eyes fluttered at the harsh intrusion of the warm light while an uncomfortable sensation crawled up her stomach, making her wince slightly in her sleep and turn to the other side.She rubbed her temples as a soft ache began to pound in her head, and a pungent smell of alcohol assaulted her nostrils.Noémie tried to breathe through the thick musky scent enveloping the air around her, but something felt oddly amiss. Something felt… wrong.Not to mention, she was freezing. The air conditioning in the room had dropped the temperature far too low for her comfort, sending a shiver down her spine.Tugging the warm sheets closer to her body,

Later that day, when Noémie arrived at her apartment, she had just managed to unlock the door when she heard a door slam down the hallway.“Hey, Rochester!” a guy’s voice called out from behind her, snapping her out of her daze. “Well, well, look who it is. Speaking of which—is it true? Does your boss think ‘day off’ is a myth, or are you just his favorite workaholic experiment?”Noémie fought back a smile as she turned to face Gaël Marchant. He was a good-looking pilot who lived on the same floor and owned the most stunning car in the entire building. He was quite proud of it, even though he could easily afford a much fancier place. At first, Noémie had tried to understand his reasoning, but with so much happening in her own life, she eventually gave up."If I say yes, will that make you feel better?" she replied with a smile, brushing her hair back and discreetly tucking the file she was carrying behind her back. For some reason, she didn’t want him to see it. Maybe she was afraid h

Ajax barely caught a glimpse of contrasting colors—white and black—before he propped himself up on one elbow, his bleary eyes fixing on the door.He blinked several times, attempting to clear his vision, but the harder he tried to focus, the more the pounding in his head intensified. How much had he consumed last night? He couldn’t recall. Every muscle in his body ached as though he’d spent the entire night running a marathon.Swinging his legs off the bed, he winced as the icy cold tiles stung his bare feet. The room felt like a freezer, and the chill sent an involuntary shiver down his spine.Suddenly, the door burst open.“What the hell did you do?” Vincent’s voice thundered, raw with anger. “I just saw Noémie storming out of the mansion. What the hell went down?”Ajax didn’t bother addressing his brother’s explosive entrance. Instead, he gritted his teeth and buried his face in his hands. “Calm the hell down,” he growled, his hangover making the pounding in his head unbearable. “J