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“Sir, I found your son beside the dumpster outside your mansion,” a soaking wet little girl said as she handed over a crying baby wrapped in a black trash bag. The billionaire, declared sterile twelve years earlier, didn’t panic. He stared into the child’s eyes and asked, “Who sent you here to play this sick game?” The little girl pointed a trembling finger at the top of the grand staircase, whispering, “The lady who told us to throw him away.”

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was playing God for a good cause.”

The polished marble floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet. “Tell me her name immediately.”

“Her name is Jocelyn Cooper,” Pamela stammered, her hands shaking violently. “But Spencer, you have to listen to me. Jocelyn worshipped the ground that baby would walk on. She would never willingly leave him in a trash heap. Which continue reading …

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