Kicked Out: Marrying The Secret Billionaire

I placed the 12-week ultrasound report on the coffee table, hoping for a shred of support from my family.

Instead, my mother snatched my wallet, stole my last hundred dollars, and kicked me out into a freezing thunderstorm.

"There's no place for you or your bastard child here. Get out!"

With nowhere to go, I tracked down the baby's father—a hotel concierge named Christopher. To my shock, he proposed a cold, seven-month marriage of convenience to get his family off his back. I signed the contract, trading my freedom for a safe roof over my baby's head. But the nightmare didn't end. My mother tracked down my new workplace, extorted my entire life savings, and caused a massive public scene.

When Christopher found out, his eyes turned to ice. He didn't offer comfort. Instead, he delivered a devastating ultimatum.

"If you cannot demonstrate that you are capable of protecting this child from your family, I will seek sole custody."

I was stripped of everything, terrified, and suffocating. Why was my own mother a bloodsucking monster? And how could I fight a cold, calculating stranger who had the power to take my baby away from me in an instant?

Looking at my tear-streaked face in the mirror, I wiped my eyes. I was done being a weak, frightened girl. For my baby, I was going to become a fortress.