Chapter 8

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Nick I watch closely from the balcony as she tries to run far from my mansion. If only she knew she was just wasting her time. Declaring her as my future baby mama is certainly not a debate. I gently dip my hands inside my pockets, exhaling my cigarette into the air like the boss I am. My cellphone buzzing but yet something about that woman makes me want to keep watching her from afar. I glance briefly at the incoming call and my belly knot. "Don't tell me this bastard hasn't had enough already?!" I growled, clenching my cellphone as I picked up the call from the one person I hate the most— my f*****g brother. "You should have just stayed single Pops. Now I have to deal with this brat!" I sighed, my chin clenched and ready for an outburst. Ring! "You are not picking up, Nicolas,"

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