Bloody Billionaire's Baby

Bloody Billionaire's Baby An Enemies to Lovers Vampire Romance Novel Kay Widow Copyright Copyright © 2023 by JChris Publishing LLC – All rights reserved. It is not legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document electronically or in printed format. Recording of third publication is strictly prohibited, and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher. All rights reserved. Respective authors own all copyrights not held by the publisher. No portion of this book may be reproduced without written permission from the publisher or author except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Contents 1. Julia 2. Laurent 3. Laurent 4. Julia 5. Laurent 6. Julia 7. Laurent 8. Julia 9. Laurent 10. Julia 11. Laurent 12. Julia 13. Laurent 14. Julia 15. Laurent 16. Julia 17. Laurent 18. Julia 19. Laurent 20. Julia 21. Laurent 22. Julia 23. Laurent 24. Julia 25. Laurent 26. Julia 27. Laurent Did you like this book? Keep reading for a SNEAK Peek! Then you’ll LOVE Bloody Billionaire... Chapter one JuliaHe’s following me again! I don’t know how long he’s been here.I noticed a flash of movement in the crowd behind me and recognized the gray hoodie he always wears.It’s confirmed when I stop and turn around, pretending to look for a shop or something of the sort and get a good glimpse at the marks on his neck-two black circles, side by side. I whip around, hoping I didn’t tip him off, and rush through the streets of this small town. My bags are weighing down my arms and digging into my elbows. What started as retail therapy has become a death sentence.This guy has been following me for weeks. I don’t know who he is-I’ve never seen him before. Sometimes I wonder if he’s someone I knew from school playing a trick on me. Or maybe a friend of a coworker who saw I was going through a rough time and decided a prank might cheer me up. Assholes.Sometimes I get anxious that that girl, Eden, who’s always nice to me at work, secretly talks about me behind my back. Maybe only trying to get close to me to learn about me, hoard ammunition. I have half a mind to confront the stalker, demand he and Eden leave me alone. I tell myself I’m being paranoid and let it go.As desperately as I wanted a coffee and a pastry from a little café on the way home, I decided against it. The stalker has never caught up with me, and I’d hate to find out what he’d do if he did.Someone bumps into me on the street, and I nearly fall over, dropping a bag. Some things roll out-a box of cookies and some pasta. I glare at them but don’t say anything as I pick everything up and head home. The town I like to shop in, Hidden Moors, is about fifteen minutes from my hometown and is surrounded by wilderness. It’s a nice walk from my apartment in the city, but not when you’re stalked.I stay vigilant, keeping out my headphones and off my phone, my house key pressed between my knuckles. I don’t jump at every noise-I’m past that-rather, I analyze each one, seeing if a human could make it; the answer is always no.My phone rings in the forest. I sigh, set my bags down as quickly as possible without breaking anything, and hurry to answer the phone.“Yes?”“Julia.” My boss’ voice is tight like he’s pretending to have patience with me that has long since vanished. “Did you remember to take out the trash in the private room?”I curse internally, but I’m angry at myself for forgetting and at him-he knows I forgot. Why be so passive-aggressive?“No, I’m sorry-”“One more.”I swallow. “Pardon?”“One more mistake,” she says sweetly. “That’s all this restaurant can handle. Please don’t make me fire you, Julia. I’d hate to lose such a hard worker.”I bite my tongue. “Yes, ma’am.”“So I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning, yes?”“Uh-” That is not on the schedule. “Uh, sure-what time?”“Come on, Julia, do I have to tell you everything?”I want to snap at her, insist that I can’t read her mind, but one mistake. I can’t afford to use that right now.“Six a.m. on the dot. No earlier, no later. I leave a meeting at five thirty, and I need time to recover before you arrive. But don’t be late! We have plenty of work to do.”She hangs up, and I grit my teeth. Shoving my phone in my pocket, I grab my bags and freeze as something cracks in the forest.Slowly straightening up with my bags in hand, I look around. No animals nearby. Are they hiding? Do animals know to hide, or would they run? Is it possible a human could have made that sound?Yes. It is.I hurry away, trying to escape the wilderness as quickly as possible. It feels like someone’s chasing me, even though I know that’s silly. But I can’t blame myself. This guy has been stalking me for weeks, and the surrounding police won’t do anything about it. Not until he does something, they say. Not unless I can prove he’s following me and it’s not just a coincidence. I feel crazy.I return to my apartment in the city, climbing the rickety metal stairs and shoving my key in the lock. I ensure the lock and deadbolt are done before collapsing on the couch. I watch television for a bit, bored out of my mind but too tired to do hobbies like reading or painting, then stand to put away the groceries and start dinner. I notice I’m missing my pasta. I groan in frustration-I must have forgotten to buy it. I even brought a list this time. What good that did me.I consider whether I can go without it until tomorrow, but my stomach growls. I have sandwich stuff but for the fourth night in a row... I was looking forward