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Her POV: Seven years ago, I had a one-night stand at a masquerade gala with a stranger I never thought I’d see again 😶🌫️. Then I found out I was pregnant… and raised our daughter alone 💔. Now, that man? He’s my new boss—Zayden Wolfe. A ruthless billionaire with no memory of me, no idea he has a child, and no clue I’m the woman he’s been searching for 🔥. I should’ve told him the truth the moment I saw his face… but I couldn’t. Not until our daughter’s life was on the line. And now? There’s no hiding anymore 🫣❤️🔥. Chapter 1 POV Jocelyn “Shit, shit, SHIT—” The words tear from my throat like a battle cry. My heel catches the elevator threshold like it’s personally offended by my existence. I’m airborne for exactly two seconds. Papers explode from my death grip like the world’s saddest confetti. My coffee launches across pristine marble flooring that probably costs more per square foot than I make in a month. My dignity? Already dead and buried six feet under. I hit that floor like a meteor strike, and somewhere in the distance, I swear I hear the universe laughing. “Smooth, Jocelyn. Real fucking smooth.” I’m scrambling on hands and knees, chasing scattered documents across marble that’s so polished I can see my own mortified expression reflected back at me. This is it. This is how I lose the only job that could save Mia’s life—face-first on the 43rd floor of some corporate palace that screams money and intimidation from every surface. “Ma’am, are you—” “I’m fine!” The words snap out harder than I intended, but panic makes me sharp-edged. The secretary behind the massive desk looks like she’d rather call security than acknowledge my existence. Her nameplate gleams in gold letters: Patricia. “Just… me versus physics. Physics won, I guess.” I’m hauling myself upright, while my hands won’t stop shaking, and it has nothing to do with the fall. Twenty-six hours at the hospital watching your six-year-old fight cancer will do that to you. Sleep becomes optional when your kid’
