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My Baby’s Daddy Chapter 2524

Alas, Harmony was far from pleasantly surprised right now. Instead, the surprise was so massive that it had turned into pure shock.

“You would never have guessed it,” Harmony sounded like she was going mad.

“Tell me. I don’t have time to play guessing games.”

“It’s me! He bought all that stuff today for me. The address he gave to the shops is mine. He’s giving me everything he bought! Sera, I don’t know what to do.” Harmony was starting to sound less and less coherent.

“What? You lucky girl! You truly have lucked out!” Sera was happy for her.

However, Harmony felt like crying. “Who am I to even accept so many gifts from him? People always say you shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds you. I’m too scared to accept this. I’m going to send it all back to him. I’m scared that I won’t be able to repay this favor in the future.”

There was a very timid look on Harmony’s face as she spoke.

“Silly girl, what nonsense are you spewing? Can’t you see that even if he wants you to pay him back, the payment wouldn’t be money? It would be you! Anyway, if you really think about it, being able to sleep with him is also a form of pleasure.”

“Sera, you…” Harmony felt faint upon hearing that.

Nevertheless, that was just how conversations between the two of them went. There would occasionally be playful jests tossed about as Sera was a 39-year-old woman who liked to make sexual jokes. There was a chance that Sera was doing it on purpose because of how Harmony would react every single time she cracked a joke like that, not because the woman would admit it to Harmony’s face.

“Oh, please. Don’t tell me for a second that you don’t want him!” Sera instantly hit the nail on the head.

Harmony was internally screaming her agreement. Ever since she had gotten to know Ezekiel, she lost track of what self-restraint was. Instead, she would spend all day long thinking of him and lusting after him while acting like a proper lady on the surface. Just then, her phone rang. She had gotten another call. “Sera, I have to get off the phone right now. I have an incoming call.”

Harmony answered the call. Her current greatest fear was confirmed as it was from couriers, who were waiting at her door. Since these were personally delivered by these sales associates, the parcels had to be full of expensive luxury goods that could not afford to be damaged in any way.

After she was done accepting the parcels, she received another call in less than 10 minutes. There was yet another batch of parcels for her to sign for. In the end, her nap was interrupted as she had to sign off on the delivery slips from 5.00PM to 6.00PM. Ezekiel had specifically instructed the shops to deliver his purchases during this hour.

Finally, once the watches and jewelry were delivered to her doorstep, she was certain that everything that he had bought earlier that day had been delivered. The shops even gave her over a dozen samples and gifts that were priceless by themselves.

When she looked at the mountain of goods in her tiny living room, she could feel her jaw hanging. Although they were all costly, their current condition was a little ridiculous. Since it had been an hour, her shock subsided by a smidge as amusement crept in.

As Ezekiel was still in a meeting, she did not dare disturb him. Nonetheless, there were far too many things cluttered around her living room. What was she meant to do with them?

Well, there was the set of jewelry she did not have time to properly admire in the shops. Now, she could take her sweet time to admire them to her heart’s delight.

As for the watch… Considering the fact that it was a model that Arielle was begging for and still failed to get her hands on, Harmony definitely had to properly apprise it in the comfort of her own home. Now, that very watch was strapped on her wrist. It was exquisite, a true masterpiece.

She sighed as her mind ran wild. When it was almost 7.00PM, she finally mustered up the courage to call Ezekiel.

“Hey,” he answered.

“Are you done with your meeting? Can we talk now?” she blurted urgently.

He chuckled upon hearing the pleading tone in her voice. “I’m done. We can talk.”

“I don’t know what to do with all the things you’re giving me. If I had known the gifts were for me, I wouldn’t have tried on so many outfits,” she sincerely confessed.

She was completely at a loss for what to do.

“You don’t need to feel weighed down by this. Just accept them. If you want to pay me back, you can invite me over for a few more meals.”

“My cooking’s mediocre at best. I know for a fact that it’s not that delicious,” she rebuked. Her cooking was not worth a lot. Judging from his background, he probably had 5-star meals daily.

“I’m happy when I’m with you. That joy is priceless,” he replied.

Her heart violently skipped a beat. Was that true? Was he really that happy when he was with her?

“I don’t have space for all the gifts you’ve given me, though! Why don’t I return some for you? You can give them to someone else,” she suggested.

“I don’t have any other young women I’m close to. Plus, those gifts were chosen just for you. If you don’t have space for them, I’ll just give you a villa.” The way he spoke made it sound like he was just discussing what to eat for his next meal.

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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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