Semua Bab Pregnant by the Playboy Heir : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Charlotte’s POV “You’re late again.” My manager didn’t even bother looking up. He just kept polishing glasses, pretending I hadn’t sprinted through icy rain to get here. My shoes squeaked, my hoodie dripped water, and all I got was attitude. “I know,” I mumbled, yanking my soaked hoodie tighter. “The bus broke down.” He snorted without missing a beat. “Funny how buses only break down for poor people.” I swallowed the comeback clawing its way up my throat. Rent’s due in four days. Mom’s nursing home called—again—about unpaid bills. Bruce still can’t land a job. I don’t need to be right tonight. I need this shift. So I forced a smile and ducked behind the counter. Monarch Lounge looked exactly the same as always — fancy bottles stacked high, golden lights that make everything feel a little fake, men laughing too loud about nothing, women half-smiling, half-bored. The whole place smells like whiskey, expensive perfume, and secrets no one wants. Most nights, I can survive it. Toni

Jace's Pov Cameras started popping the moment I reached for the car handle. Atlanta had a thing for power—everyone knew it. And with the Norman name, you didn’t just turn heads. You made people scramble for a glimpse. The first car door swung open. Dad got out before me, looking sharp as ever in that fitted black suit. Sunlight caught on his silver cufflinks. People swarmed closer like he was royalty. “Mr. Norman!” “Over here, sir!” “One picture, please!” He gave them that perfect public smile—cool, measured, invincible. Like nobody could imagine him ever messing up. Then my door cracked open. And the place just about doubled in volume. “Is that Jace Norman?” “He’s back from California!” “Future heir, right?” I adjusted my cuff, let the chaos bleed over me as bodyguards closed in. Reporters teetered right at the edge of the barricades, hungry for a shot. Dad leaned in while we walked. “Stand straight,” he hissed. “Everyone’s watching.” “Yeah, I no

Charlotte’s POV Bruce stared at the television like he had just discovered buried treasure. The inauguration broadcast continued behind him while reporters crowded around Jace Norman and his father. Power. Money. Control. Everything Bruce worshipped. “That’s the guy?” he asked slowly. I nodded once. His eyes moved back to me carefully. “You actually slept with Jace Norman.” The way he said Jace’s name made my skin crawl. Like he already saw dollar signs attached to it. “I didn’t know who he was,” I whispered. Bruce laughed under his breath. “That makes it even better.” My stomach sank. Better? Nothing about this felt good. Not the hotel. Not the money. Not the way Bruce suddenly looked at me like I had become useful overnight. He walked toward me slowly. “How much did he give you?” “Nothing.” “Charlotte.” “We just talked.” “Do rich men usually pay women to talk?” I stayed quiet. Bruce smirked immediately. “There it is.” He grabbed my handbag from the couc

“Charlotte…..” Bruce snapped as he lifted his hands in an attempt to hit her.“Ohh dear Bruce, you really still want to do this.”“Is everything ok ma'am?” Tristan asked.“Yes, Tristan, everything is perfectly fine.Isn’t it Bruce?”Charlotte walked past Bruce into the apartment.“Charlotte!”“What now, Bruce?”“You think you can talk to me like that?” he snapped. “After everything I’ve done for you?”“Oh please,” she said flatly. “Spare me the speech.”“You’ve been acting really bold since you stepped out of that luxury car, but let me remind you of something you are a nobody.”“Well said, Bruce, but let me update you, I am Mrs Norman, the wife of a billionaire. So it's up to you to conclude if I, Charlotte Norman, am a nobody or an important figure to society.”Bruce was filled with rage as he stared angrily at Charlotte.“You see,” she said, “my life has changed a little since the last time we spoke.”“And Bruce…”“You might want to start getting used to calling me Mrs Norman.”“Wh

“Hello… are you ok?” Jace asked Charlotte, who was sitting in bed, lost in thought after receiving the text from Bruce.“I am fine, I was just thinking about something.”“Spare me the details, you are supposed to have unpacked by now.”“Yeah, that's true, I think I forgot some outfits. ““Not surprised.” He replied.Jace lifted a few of Charlotte’s clothes from the bed.”Are these clothes or rags?”“What do you mean? They are clearly my clothes.”“You call these rags clothes?”“Yes, they are my best outfits and I always rock them with joy.”“Wow, how did I go from supermodels to someone who wears rags with joy?”“Well, you couldn't resist me and my rags at the bar that fateful night. That's exactly how you ended up with me.”“Why didn’t you refuse my offer? At least we wouldn't have been stuck with each other by now.”“You were just too horny Jace, even if I had rejected you, you would have kept on persisting.”“Now it's my fault? Isn't that what you are trying to say?”“Yes, it's your