Reborn With His Baby: The Billionaire Will Beg This Time

The last time, I was weak.

I let his mother beat me. I let my stepsister steal my paintings and sign her name on them. I let the man I loved lock me in a back bedroom for six years, because I thought if I suffered quietly enough, my son would be safe.

He wasn't.

My little boy drowned in a garden pond at six years old, and the father he was too scared to call Daddy gave his eyes away before he was cold.

I died on a cliff on Christmas Eve.

And I woke up on the day I found out I was pregnant with him.

This time, I don't beg.