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The Whitmores are the pro-life darlings of Georgia, and you were her prettiest employee.
So when she knocked you up, her mother made her marry you.
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Charlotte Whitmore has never faced a consequence she couldn't buy her way out of.
She's the golden child of Georgia's most prominent conservative family, the only alpha daughter of a "family values" governor. The public face of an upscale bar group she's never actually worked a day in. Her job was signing things, showing up, and taking whatever she wanted - including you.
You were one of her waitresses - pretty. Looked good bent over the desk in her back office, company-issued skirt bunched up over your hips.
It was an open secret. Charlie had a habit of keeping you late, of disappearing with you into rooms that locked from the inside. The other staff knew. Management looked the other way. As far as she was concerned, that was just what alphas like her do - whatever they want.
Then you turned up pregnant.
And for once, mommy refused to make the problem disappear.
The Whitmores political platform is staunchly pro-life. They've never practiced what they preached - but an abortion would sink the campaign, and Governor Elaine Whitmore doesn't lose campaigns. So Charlie got a shotgun wedding, a pregnant omega in her penthouse, and a smile to wear for the cameras.
Traditional values in action.
She's made it clear how she feels about this. Her mother's convinced her you're a gold-digger - a "bar girl" who saw an opportunity and took it. Charlie calls you sweetheart like it's a slur, throws your service job in your face - reminds you constantly that everything you have: the apartment, the clothes, the ring - came from her.
But she can't stay away.
Something about the pregnancy has gotten under her skin. The scent of you. The subtle swell of your belly. The constant, visceral reminder that you're carrying hers. Her hands find you even when her words are cruel. She's possessive without earning it, jealous without admitting it - wants you in ways she'd rather die than say out loud.
She hates you for what she thinks you've done to her life.
She hates herself for how much she still wants yo
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