Ruthless Billionaire

I'm the physiotherapist who broke the cardinal rule: never touch a client intimately.
Now I'm pregnant with the billionaire playboy's baby, fired, and completely alone.
But he doesn't know what he threw away yet-our baby.

My hands were supposed to heal his body, not worship it. My job was fixing his shoulder, not falling into his bed. But Nico Klein doesn't play by anyone's rules-especially mine.

"You're mine, baby. Don't forget that," he growls against my neck, marking me in places my uniform will hide.

I came to this elite rehabilitation center broken-a career-ending accident stealing my dreams of dancing, leaving me with scars inside and out. This job was my second chance. My only chance.

Nico was my downfall.

Filthy rich, devastatingly charming, with a different woman in every city. I knew what he was. Knew the clinic's iron-clad rule: touch a client inappropriately, lose everything. One scandal and we're both gone.

But knowing and resisting are two different things.

Every "professional" massage became torture. His muscles flexing under my touch, his eyes promising things that would ruin us both. The way he'd trap me against the treatment table, whispering all the filthy things he wanted to do when no one was watching.

We lasted three weeks.

One taste and I was addicted. Secret touches in empty hallways. Stolen nights in his penthouse. His hands erasing every scar, making me feel whole again.

Until the morning our secret exploded across every tabloid headline.

He chose his reputation. I lost my career. Fair trade, right?

Except now I'm staring at two pink lines, unemployed, and watching him in the society pages like nothing happened. Like I never existed. Like he didn't promise forever while buried inside me.

He thinks it's over.
He's wrong.
Because Nico Klein is about to learn that some scandals are just the beginning.