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I blinked several times refusing to believe the scene unfolding before my own eyes. Was I seeing things? Had my mind been playing tricks on me? My doubts faded seeing as the longer I stared at the horror in front of me, the more of a reality it had become.

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I blinked several times refusing to believe the scene unfolding before my own eyes. Was I seeing things? Had my mind been playing tricks on me? My doubts faded seeing as the longer I stared at the horror in front of me, the more of a reality it had become.<br /> The excitement that I felt rushing over to the highest floor of this building began to dissipate. The papers I held in my hand slowly began to drop in defeat at my side.<br /> “Congratulations! You’re pregnant.” The doctor’s congratulations gradually disappeared only to be replaced by the sound of my crashing, aching heart pounded deafeningly within my ears. My blood, sizzling with anger yet rancid with pain, coursed through my veins as my vision began to cloud up with unshed tears at what had been witnessing.<br /> The scantily dressed red head that I had known all too well had been closely pressed against the chest of my husband of six months as he held her in his embrace. I watched in mortification as he stared down at her in yearning and glee at her return. His ex that jilted him at the alter!<br /> The glass of his office door spared no concealment of their actions allowing me to view in full strife.<br /> I should have know that this would happen. That Dante Crawford could love none but himself and his runaway ex- bride.<br /> Blinking away the burning tears from my eyes, I took in a breath despite it being difficult to overlook the compressed feeling in my chest. I pushed open the door determined to break this little scene apart. My one hand clutched my newly found information at my side while the other cleared the way for me to enter.<br /> The nerve of both of them. Neither one of them appeared to be remotely ashamed especially my dear husband but why should he? This was all a contract to him anyways. The clauses of which he could easily violate.<br /> “What on earth is going on in here?” I managed to illicit the right amount of rancor and anger without letting my hurt slip through the cracks.<br /> “Ahh, Sophia, I was meaning to speak to you about this but lucky you’ve arrived in time.” Dante spoke as casually as he could and not like I actually deserved a genuine explanation of what the hell was going on.<br /> I raised a confused brow at him urging him to speak further in hopes that I would receive some clarity.<br /> “I want a divorce.” For a moment I thought that I had misheard him, that those words were a figment of my imagination but it echoed loud and clear through the air.<br /> “A divorce?” I asked, dumbfounded and caught entirely off guard. My gaze darted at the minimal space between Pheobe and him.<br /> I thought he hated Pheobe after what she had done to him. After all the backlash he had to face and the wrath of his father that push him in to this contract, surely it was enough to resent the person who caused this uproar but it would seem that I was wrong.<br /> Pheobe moved from his tight embrace but just enough so that she could place a supporting hand on his blazer clad bicep showing of her candy red nails.<br /> “Pheobe and I are getting back together. She explained a few things and I’ve decided to forgive her.” Dante explained as the woman beside him tried to contain a smug little grin.<br /> I tore my eyes away from her and looked to him. “But we are married.” I reminded him to which he scoffed.<br /> “Only because you trapped me into marrying you.” I stared at him in disbelief. This cold demeanour was not like him but obviously he would believe that I had something to do with the scandal that had us marrying in the first place.<br /> “Dante, please you must reconsider. Do not make such a rash decision.” I begged clutching the papers in my hand. “I have something to tell you but-“ my eyes darted to Pheobe. “I’d prefer to do it in private.” I prompted not wanting to speak on front of her.<br /> Dante waved his hand through the air dismissing my request. “Whatever it is you have to say you’ll have to say in front of Pheobe.” He responded abruptly and for a fraction of a seconds I couldn’t believe that this was the same man I’d known in the past 6 months.<br /> The man I agreed to marry purely because I had fallen for him. The man who I married to save from being torn apart in a scandal. It was not like we lived as strangers. The information in my hand was proof of it.<br /> He was the father of my unborn child but whatever part of me rushed over here in excitement to tell him had been dead. I was never going to mention such a vital thing to him in front of Pheobe who I couldn’t trust at all.<br /> Besides, judging from his change of heart, Dante would probably want nothing to do with this child considering how enraptured he is by the return of his old flame.<br /> “Well?” Pheobe prompted impatiently as she carassed Dante’s arm. “Spit it out.”<br /> “On second thought, I change my mind.” I muttered bitterly.<br /> “Since everything is settled then, I hope you remove yourself from my house before tomorrow morning. I thank you for your help, Sophia, but I won’t be needing it anymore.” I opened my mouth to say something but he went on. &quot;If you’re going to ask about the agreed settlement amount then know that it will be deposited in to your account before the end of the day. To rectify the situation, divorce papers will be sent to you in a matter of days.” He said with finality in his tone and an inpatient look in his eyes.<br /> I tried to swallow the ball in that had painfully formed on my throat. It was still a shocker to me that all of this was happening in the first place.<br /> “Dante, please. You can’t do this to me. Not now and not like this.” I begged, my lower lip quivering but I refuse to let my eyes shed tears in front of these two.<br /> Pheobe stepped forward now. “You heard what he said. Don’t make him repeat himself. Get your stuff out of the house and leave him alone. You’ve trapped him in a marriage he never wanted and now he’s free.” She emphasised the last word and my nostril flared itching to tell her to stay out of this but it was a losing battle.<br /> Dante has clearly made up his mind and I was not going to sit her convincing him otherwise. Especially not with Pheobe gloating by his side.<br /> I hid the papers at my side and merely nodded before turning around and leaving. What started out as a seemingly exciting day turned out to be my nightmare. I loved Dante from the time I began working as his personal assistant three years ago to having shared a life with him for the past half a dozen months. This was not the Dante I knew but perhaps I never really knew him to begin with.<br /> The little blob in my stomach was all I had now.<br /> As I stormed out of the building, all I could think about was the bitter, conniving way that Pheobe had glared at me. I was never one to scare easily but it was rare for someone to look at me with such evil displayed blatantly on their face.<br /> After wondering around the city for who knows how long, I finally mustered up the courage to go back to the house I once considered my home forever. The home that I shared so eagerly with my soon- to- be ex- husband.<br /> The car that carried me to the place I would soon depart from was one assigned for my own personal use by Dante. Jeffrey, my assigned chauffer, knew that something was horribly wrong but he never dared to ask. Aside from small glances through his rear- view mirror, he merely focused on the road and wordlessly carried us back to the house so I could retrieve my things.<br /> My head rested against the cool leather seat as I replayed the scene of this morning over and over in my head. I still couldn’t believe that this was happening. That Dante would do such a thing after all that we had shared as a married couple. Of course, we were not married under normal circumstances but we had shared more than stranger would dare to share. Dante loved to blame me for the scandal that lead to our marriage but I had nothing to do with it.<br /> A pain pierced my chest as I willed myself to make peace with all that was happening but I couldn’t. I loved Dante more than anything in the world and just this morning I couldn’t stop envisioning the life that we were about to have with the blessing of a child coming our way but it was a life I would have to live alone.<br /> The car approached the large black gates and the warm feeling of home no longer lingered. Jeffrey steered us down the open gates and on to the paved driveway until we came to a complete halt in front of the large mansion. I undid my seat belt while Jeffrey held the door open for me and just as I stepped out and squinted my eyes from the onslaught of the sun above, my eyes focussed on the mess that was in front of me.<br /> There stood Pheobe at the open entrance of the house with an array of my possessions in her grasp. One hand held the items whilst her other hand grabbed greedily at the pile before launching it out and over the front steps.<br /> Anger bubbled within me at the audacity and sheer bitterness of this woman. She had Dante. She had won. Couldn’t she see it? There was no need for her to humiliate me any further yet here she was.<br /> “Ah, if it isn’t the star of our show. I’ve been waiting for you. I thought what better of a farewell gift to offer you than a helping hand to send you on your way.&quot; She mocked as she tossed the last of my clothes in to the air.<br /> “It would have been better if I hadn’t seen your face at all.” I retorted but she grinned gleefully at my reaction.<br /> I was happy that Jeffrey had left and that there was no one in sight or else I would have felt even more humiliated than I already had been.<br /> My legs moved through the sea of my things on the lawn which I didn’t care to gather just yet. When I approached the doorway, Pheobe blocked my path.<br /> “Where do you think you’re going?” She raised a brow at me like she was the owner of this house.<br /> I glared at her resisting the urge to scratch her face with my slightly long nails. “To gather my things and leave so I do not have to suffer another day or seeing your face.&quot; The words squeezed themselves through clenched teeth and her nostril twitched.<br /> “That won’t be necessary, dear sister.” She said in a sweet fake tone when I knew she took me as anything but. After all, we were only step- sisters. “I already took the liberty of leaving all your things at your feet.” She motioned to my thrown out clothes.<br /> “Get out of my way right now, Pheobe.” My voice rose as octave but her face had grown determined.<br /> “The place that you remember no longer exists. This house is now for Dante and I to share and celebrate our endless love. It was always me that he loved. It was and always will be me. You were just dumb enough to believe otherwise. Dante loves me more than anything in the world. It the very reason he is able to toss you out so easily. He would do anything for me.” She gloated and I hated hearing it.<br /> It was like stingy, course salt being pressed and rubbed against my open wounds. It burned, stung, and outright wanted to make me scream in pain.<br /> I swallowed the lump that had been forming on my throat before bringing my attention back to the she- devil that stood in front of me.<br /> “That sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself more than me.” I mocked and chuckled enjoying the look that overcame her expression.<br /> “How dare you! Do you think-“ Her words caught at the back of her throat when her devious orbs lowered to my hand.<br /> Shit.<br /> I quickly tried to hide the pregnancy report but it was too late because she had already seen it.<br /> “What do we have here?” I stepped away but her hand had already grasp the papers before she yanked it out of my hold.<br /> “It is nothing that concerns you.” I reached for the papers but she moved away enough for her to read the report.<br /> Pheobe’s eyes had widened the size of saucers before she looked at me over the edge of the report. A whirlwind of emotions crossed her face but her eyes were filled with fury and jealousy.<br /> “It is a good thing that Dante is divorcing you so he wouldn’t have to father the child of another.” She said but her words were weak.<br /> “It is Dante’s child, Pheobe. Just because you refuse to except it-“<br /> “It means nothing. Your child will be born a bastard.” She yelled and I could no longer contain my anger.<br /> As if on its own accord, my hand raised in the air before launching at her until I slapped her. Pheobe yelped but she overcame the shock of what had just happened faster than I expected. A loud growl left her throat before Pheobe pushed me with force too strong for me to recover from.<br /> A scream escaped my lips and my hand reached out to grab on to something, anything, but it was too late. My body tumbled down the steps until I landed on the hard paving with my head hitting the ground first.<br /> Pain shot through my entire body as I tried to regain the air knocked out of me but my head felt like a bounder had just descended upon it. I reached up weakly to cradle my head when but I felt something warm and wet slip down the side of my face. The smell of metal had me scrunching my nose telling me that I was bleeding and there was a lot of it.<br /> I tried to move, to get back on to my feet, but my entire body was numb and motionless, refusing to cooperate with me at all.<br /> “Take this as a warning!” Pheobe muttered in a chilling tone. She was now hovering over me, her eyes laden with hatred. “If you ever show your face here again you will meet even worse consequences.” She warned and just when I thought she took a step away from my limp body to leave, she did something far worse than I could ever imagine.<br /> “Ugh!” Pheobe grunted in her rage. I watched in horror as she pulled her pointed heeled covered foot back before launching it forcefully right in my stomach.<br /> I screamed as the pain shot through my abdomen and I cried out as a thousand thoughts raced through my mind. My hand reached to cradle my stomach but it felt like I was paralyzed.<br /> “I want you to remember this moment. Never forget how weak and at my mercy you are.” She crouched down and I flinched but her hand already balled up tightly in my hair.<br /> “Pheobe, p- please.” I begged not wanting any further harm to be caused to the life within me.<br /> “Just because you’re pregnant doesn’t mean Dante will change his mind. He loves me more than you can even imagine. He doesn’t care about what happens to you or your little bastarrd.” She whispered bitterly through tightly clenched teeth.<br /> She threw me a final scathing look as I lay whimpering in pain before she swung around with a huff. Her heels clinked against the paving as she sauntered back into the house.<br /> I opened mouth to call for help but no sound came out. Suddenly, a wave of cold washed through my body and before I knew it, my vision got blurry until I could not longer keep it open.<br /> The last thing I remember was everything turned black before I, too, succumbed to the darkness.<br /> Everything hurt.<br /> Every time I regained some semblance of consciousness, the throbbing began until it turned in to a pounding within my head. I tried to force my eyes open but to no avail. I knew I was in the hospital by the smell and the incessant beeping from a monitor.<br /> I wanted to look around and demand to know if my unborn baby was okay but no effort of mine was significant and before I could try again, I felt a needle prick the inside of my arm before I fell back in to a deep sleep.<br /> Hours, days, perhaps weeks may have gone by but I couldn’t tell. When I woke up this time, my eyelids opened with great ease allowing me to look at the white walls of the hospital room I had been held in. The fluorescent lighting struck my eye but I blinked a few times until my orbs adjusted to the light.<br /> I did a quick scan of my surroundings. The ward I was in had been a private one seeing as my bed was the only one in here. The monotone coloured curtains were pulled apart giving me a view of stormy grey sky above the bustling city below.<br /> Just then the door opened and emerged a nurse who looked surprised yet relieved to see me awake.<br /> “Morning, Mrs. Crawford.” She greeted me with a warm smile as she reached over to check a folder that I could only assume held all of my information.<br /> I offered her a nod in response not feeling like my voice was going to cooperate with me. She did a few checks on the monitor then nodded in approval to herself before closing the folder and looking at me.<br /> “Is my baby okay? Please, I need to know if everything is fine after what happened.” The words tumbled out of my mouth and sounded foreign, almost high pitched, in my urgency.<br /> “You’ve lost a lot of blood, Mrs Crawford.” I clenched my jaw hating that she kept addressing me by Dante’s name.<br /> I narrowed my eyes at her hating that she didn’t out right answer my question. “Is. My. Baby. Okay?” I uttered each word slowly but with a primal instinct ready to wreak havoc on Pheobe should anything have happened to my baby.<br /> “You need to remain calm. Everything is okay. Your baby is safe and free from any harm but you need to relax.” She said carefully not phased by my almost burst of anger at all.<br /> I took in a deep breath to release the tension from my body and felt a little better knowing that the little life inside of me was safe.<br /> “Are you in any sort of pain?” The nurse queried with concern in her eyes.<br /> “I have a headache but it’s not too bad.” My voice was course. I reached to press my fingers against the bandage wrapped around my forehead and winced as I touched something tender.<br /> “You fell pretty hard. It’s a good thing your head injury was minor. As for your baby, he or she is as healthy as can he. I assure you.” She smiled warmly at me and I felt every ounce of my body relax this time.<br /> “Is there anything else that you would like to know?” She asked and I nodded immediately.<br /> “How long have I been here for and when can I leave?” I needed to know this because she could say anything from a few hours to months and I would believe her.<br /> “Three days. You will be discharged tomorrow after the doctor does a few final checks.” She informed me and I nodded.<br /> After the nurse had left, a tray of food was brought in for me which consisted of a hearty breakfast and a bowl of fruit. I should be starving but I had no appetite at all. In fact, the sight of food had me feeling the need to gag. I did force myself to eat a few pieces of fruit thinking more about the baby than myself.<br /> Once I was out of here, I needed to speak to Dante one more time before I could sign any papers. Maybe if I spoke to him when he was alone and Pheobe was nowhere near him then he would be more open to consider what I was saying.<br /> Ugh, Pheobe.<br /> I found that I felt a newfound hate for her that now was etched with a fierce rage of my own. She was such a wretched women and sought to purposely injure not only me but my baby after discovering I was pregnant. For a split second, I considered the possibility that she might have told Dante about it but then I realised that she would never say anything about it especially if she thought that it would jeopardize her position.<br /> With all the thoughts swirling around my head, I felt my headache get worse. I needed not to think about my predicament right now. Next to the tray of food was the remote for the TV mounted a little too high for comfort. I switched it on and my breath immediately hitched in the back of my throat.<br /> Dante and Pheobe had been glued to each other.<br /> Pheobe clung on to his blazer while Dante had his arm around her lower back. They kissed passionately, smiling against each other’s lips and a sharp pang of pain slit through my heart like a double edged sword.<br /> The cameras flashed violently and both of them waved at the paparazzi with heady grins on their faces. Dante held her close to his side as they headed over to his awaiting car. They paused just before the could get in to share one more lingering kiss for the cameras followed by another one.<br /> All this time there was a small part of me that held on to a tiny shed of hope that maybe, just maybe, Dante had not been as taken with her as Pheobe had made it seem. I thought that I had a shot to fix this, to make him see reason and persuade him to go back to how things were.<br /> But seeing him like that while the cameras flashed hungrily at their public display of affection, I knew that Dante’s mind would not waiver. He had made a choice and that choice was to be with Pheobe.<br /> Sadness ripped through me all over again.<br /> I recalled things in my marriage that I shared with Dante. I put in so much of effort, played the role of a the perfect, virtuous wife, and stayed by his side devotedly all this time. I never gave him a chance to find fault in me and what good did that being? I gained nothing but heartache in return.<br /> I scoffed heavily then felt my eyes burn before warm tears slid down my cheeks.<br /> How could he do such a thing to me. I realised then that there was no speaking sense to him unless I intended looking like a fool.<br /> But, my sweet innocent baby.<br /> I cradled my belly tenderly knowing that there was already a little but sacred life inside. A life that deserved better. I knew that I needed to move on from this, from him. And it was not just for myself, but for my baby. It was the realisation I wished I didn’t have but one that I needed.<br /> After hours of sleeplessness, renewed pain, and fallen tears, I knew what I had to do. The next morning, Without any hesitation, I found Dante’s name on my phone and decided to send him a text ending all of this once and for all.<br /> ‘Please send the divorce papers to me as soon as possible. I will gladly sign it.<br /> -Sophia.’<br /> My finger hovered over the send key but I pressed it before I changed my mind. The second it sent, I felt a little relieved. All that was left was for me to properly gather my belongings and leave for good.<br /> Click to read the whole story of 📖Mr Billionaires Secret Baby📖!

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