Blurb:
> She was just a maid in the billionaire's mansion—until one forbidden night changed everything.
Now pregnant with his child, Ella must choose between hiding the truth or facing the wrath of a man with everything to lose.
But what happens when the billionaire himself starts falling... for the woman who holds his biggest secret?
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Chapter 1 – "The Billionaire's Mistake"
The rain poured like it carried secrets.
Ella clutched the tray of wine glasses as she rushed through the marble hallway of the mansion. One wrong step and she'd be fired—and tonight, the billionaire himself was in attendance.
Leonard Hawthorne.
The name alone made hearts stop. CEO of the Hawthorne Empire. Cold. Powerful. Rich beyond reason. And Ella? Just a maid in uniform.
She wasn't supposed to be in his office.
She wasn't supposed to see him like that—drunk, broken, and whispering a name that wasn't hers.
But when he staggered toward her, his eyes glassy with pain, everything blurred.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, collapsing into her arms.
It was supposed to be a mistake.
But that night, that one forbidden night, changed everything.
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Chapter 2 – "Two Lines"
Weeks later, Ella sat on the edge of her bed in the servants' quarters.
Her hands trembled. The test stared back at her with cruel honesty.
Two pink lines.
Pregnant. With Leonard Hawthorne's child.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "This can't be happening."
She hadn't even seen him since that night. He probably didn't even remember.
And if he found out… would she lose her job? Would he deny it?
Or worse—would he take the child from her?
The door creaked open. Clara, her friend and fellow maid, stepped in. "Ella, you okay?"
Ella quickly shoved the test under her blanket. "Fine. Just tired."
But her world was already crumbling.
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Chapter 3 – "The Secret Within the Mansion"
Ella avoided him for days.
She ducked behind doors, skipped hallways, changed shifts—anything to stay out of Leonard's path.
But fate had other plans.
She was called to clean the east wing—his wing.
Heart pounding, she stepped inside his study. The room smelled of leather, oak, and quiet power.
"You," a deep voice echoed.
Ella froze.
Leonard Hawthorne stood by the window, his back turned. "What's your name?"
She swallowed. "Ella, sir."
He turned, his sharp gaze cutting through her.
"Have we met before?" he asked slowly. "You feel... familiar."
Ella's heart dropped.
He didn't remember.
But the secret inside her was growing — and it had his blood.
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To be continue.......