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Jasmine's life takes an unexpected turn after a one-night stand with a mysterious stranger leaves her pregnant. As a freshman in college, she's now carrying the child of billionaire Francesco Scordìa, but there's more to her baby's fath...
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Francesco stared out the window, lost in his thoughts as the SUV rolled through the city streets. Shit, he thought. The whole situation was unbelievable. Sure, he had slept with Jasmine multiple times that night, but the idea that she was actually pregnant? No. He couldn't accept that. Not yet. There was no way. He needed a paternity test, and until then, he wouldn't allow himself to believe he could be the father.
The thought of having a kid unsettled him. At 27, he wasn't ready for that kind of responsibility—hell, he didn't even like kids. They were noisy, messy, and way too much to handle. Francesco knew he wasn't built for it. His life was already complicated enough, with enemies constantly lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike. Being a billionaire came with power, but it also came with risks—risks that didn't leave room for children or vulnerabilities. He had long accepted that.
His business was dangerous. He had seen enough betrayal and bloodshed to know that having a child would only make him more of a target. He couldn't afford to have anyone use a kid against him, especially considering his enemies would kill or manipulate without hesitation. But if they try it... He clenched his fist at the thought, knowing he wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone who dared threaten him or his business. He didn't kill women himself—that was his rule—but there were always others willing to do his dirty work. There were no limits to how far he would go to protect his empire.
And yet... why did he pursue Jasmine that night? Why did he have to single her out in the club? She was beautiful, sure. She had caught his eye, and something about her just stood out—like she didn't quite belong but still commanded his attention. And she looked good now, sitting beside him in the car. His gaze drifted over her figure, noting the slight changes in her body. She looked a bit different than before, her thighs thicker, her breasts fuller. Even her ass seemed to have filled out. He felt a stir of desire rising within him despite the tension between them, his body betraying his mind.
Jasmine shifted uncomfortably, catching him staring at her. "Could you stop looking at me like that?" she muttered, clearly unnerved.
Francesco should've apologized, should've said something to ease her discomfort. But instead, he smirked and replied coldly, "Then get your ass out and walk if you don't like how I stare at you."
His tone was sharp, dismissive, as the SUV pulled up to the clinic. He saw the hurt in Jasmine's eyes but didn't let it affect him. She was just a girl. A complication.
When they got out, he instinctively moved to put his hand on her back to guide her inside. Jasmine flinched before he could touch her, stepping out of his reach. Francesco paused, watching her closely. Was she afraid of him? He frowned but didn't say anything, his mind whirling with thoughts of what had happened between them. He hated how uncertain everything felt right now.
