Mr Ceo, I'm Carrying Your Babies
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One night spent with her boss leads to an awkward working atmosphere and an unforeseen pregnancy.
Virgin Sophia wakes up naked beside a stranger after her boss' welcome party. And she receives a bigger shock when that stranger turns out to be her boss.
Determined to avoid him, Sophia does all she can to never cross paths with Chris until one day she's recommended as his secretary.
Chris always remembers how he woke up next to Sophia instead of his girlfriend, Mia. And he always felt he did her wrong until she decided to trap him with the pregnancy.
Chris's dislike for Sophia begins to grow and just how far can you hate someone while loving them at the same time?
Will Chris be able to realize his hidden affections for Sophia? And why does it look like all the odds were against them? Including a ghost from his father's past.
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Chapter 1
CHAPTER ONE
"I'm not interested in attending the party." Sophia said as calmly as she could but honestly, her creepy manager was starting to get on her nerves.
"It's not your choice to make, Soph.-"
"Stop calling me that. My name is Sophia." She glared at him.
"Sorry, Sophia. The big boss is coming today and as his employees, we need to be present at his welcome party." Andre smiled.
Sophia huffed and stormed out of his office and with every step she made, she could feel Andre's lingering gaze on her backside.
That pervert!
"Are you okay?" Indira, one of her colleagues asked as Sophia plopped on her chair.
"No, it's this stupid party." She bit her lips in anger.
"What's wrong with it? Aren't you excited? Everyone says he is handsome and quite the catch. I heard he's also single." Indira giggled.
"I'm not trying to gain his attention."
"Not if you're dressed that way." Indira made a gesture at her entire outfit, "That black jumpsuit you have on is hugging every curve God bless you with and then you packed your hair in an updo exposing your neck. You look like you're hunting."
"Hunting for who?" One of her eyebrows shot up in pure genuine confusion.
"An unsuspecting god-level hotness billionaire, perhaps?" Indira shrugged.
"Honestly, if I had a body like yours, Ben would not be leaving my bed tonight." She grinned.
Sophia shook her head, Indira was not a slut but the words that sometimes came out of her mouth would make one think otherwise.
It's not the notion of the party that made her upset, it was the lingering feeling in the pit of her stomach, the kind that she got whenever something was going to go wrong.
Somehow, she could feel that something bad would happen at that party and that's why she didn't want to go.
Might as well finish my work for today... She thought to herself and began clicking away at her keyboard.
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*AT THE PARTY*
"Come on girl! Loosen up! You're sticking out like a sore thumb." Indira grinned as she grabbed Sophia by her hand and pulled her to the dance floor.
"I'm not in the mood, Indira." Sophia whined.
"Silly! Come on. Wait! Let me get you a drink."
Mary, who had been watching Sophia all night to make sure she tried nothing funny, saw this as an opportunity and immediately swooped in.
She was going to get Sophia out of the way. She would not let her steal the spotlight from her. All night, Andre had been eyeing Sophia and she knew that if Ben saw Sophia, he might fall for her.
Mary couldn't let that happen.
She grabbed a waiter and stuffed some cash in his hand.
"You see that girl over there,"
"The pretty one in black?"
Mary scowled, "Yes, her. Give her this drink and tell her it's from Indira. Make sure she drinks it all."
Mary watched as the waiter walked up to Sophia and watched as she drank it all.
Sophia immediately began to feel dizzy.
When did I become such a lighthead? I could at least take three glasses before the alcohol kicks in. Sophia thought to herself.
"Oh, you've already had a drink!" Indira smiled as she dropped the extra glass on the bar stand beside Sophia.
"Didn't you send it? Gosh, I feel tired all of a sudden." Sophia yawned. "I need to use the bathroom."
"Don't worry, we've been given permission to use the guest rooms in the house. So just take one and rest. I'll see you tomorrow in the office, okay?"
Indira leaned over and pecked her cheeks before scramming away.
Sophia had no idea how she was able to make it up the stairs into one of the guestrooms, but the minute she was done, she collapsed on the bed and passed out.
Chris stumbled into his room drunk. His eyes were very clear or at least he thought they were.
He'd been waiting for her text all through the night but received nothing back in return. Maybe she had something to do or perhaps...perhaps...
He stopped as he saw a body wrapped in his white bedsheet, sleeping peacefully.
Mia...
He whispered to himself.
He didn't know how she could possibly be in his room but Chris was damn sure that the woman on his bed was Mia.
Hi Mia.
He quickly pulled off his clothes and got into the bed with Mia.
She smelt nice, better than before and her skin felt softer. A small purr left his lips as he buried his nose in her neck. He sucked at the sensitive spot in her neck that he was very familiar with and even deep in her sleep, she responded to him.
She always responded to him and it always drove him crazy how sensitive she was.
"You have no idea what you do to me, Mia." He murmured against her skin and his hands began to work.
He needed to feel her naked skin against his, badly, he had to.
He reached around for an opening in her dress and smiled as he felt the zipper. In less than seconds, Mia was naked underneath him, surrounded by the ghostly color of the moonlight illuminating his bedroom.
His finger traced the soft curve of her face and he leaned down to kiss her lips, claiming them softly and tugging on it in a lover's gentle caress.
He pulled away when he felt her shift against him.
"My Mia. My Love..."
She raised her hand slowly to frame his face, rubbing the pad of her fingertips against his chiseled jaw and his right cheekbone.
Chris had to admit, his Mia was looking more beautiful in the moonlight.
"I've been waiting for you." he whispered in her ears as he bit against the skin of her neck.
"The wait is finally over. I'm here now." He whispered as he thrust into her pleasing heat, wet and tight for him.
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8.7
To escape my toxic ex-fiancé and the father who froze my assets, I entered a contract marriage with Barrett, a cold but protective corporate consultant.
I thought he was my safe harbor. I even confided my secret, ruthless strategy to take back control of my company from my ex.
But at the most critical board meeting, a mysterious new chairman dialed in.
The synthesized voice coming through the speakerphone systematically dismantled the board and took over the company, using the exact, word-for-word strategy I had only ever whispered to my husband in the dead of night.
My ex-fiancé turned pale with panic. The board members were stunned into silence.
And I sat there, my blood running completely cold.
The man who had held my hand in the hospital, who had slept in my bed, and who had promised to protect me, had just committed the ultimate corporate espionage.
Every tender touch, every late-night confession—was it all just a calculated move to steal my life's work? How could the only person who made me feel safe use my deepest vulnerabilities to orchestrate my ruin?
I packed up my files, walked straight out of that boardroom, and prepared to disappear from his life forever.
But when I fled to my best friend's apartment to hide, I looked out the window.
The ruthless mastermind who had just stolen my empire was standing completely still in the freezing downpour, waiting for me to come down.
9.1
For ten years, Ran hid in the shadows as Hollywood star Jincheng Lu's secret girlfriend and assistant, starving herself to pay for his acting classes.
On their tenth anniversary, she sat in a cheap apartment with $9.87 in her bank account, watching him slide a massive diamond ring onto a wealthy heiress's finger on live television.
When she called the number she had memorized for a decade, she only heard a cold busy tone. He had blocked her.
Despair swallowed her whole. She forced down a handful of sleeping pills with stale whiskey and died alone on the cold bathroom tiles.
His mother found her rotting body three days later, calling her a "filthy bottom-feeder" before ordering a cleanup crew to dispose of her existence like industrial waste.
Jincheng didn't even ask if she suffered. He just ordered his PR team to digitally erase her ten years of sacrifice from the internet.
"Make sure the press release is airtight. She was an unstable former assistant. She had a history of mental illness. That's it."
Until her heart stopped completely, she didn't understand. She had abandoned her status as the hidden heiress of the wealthy Qin family to build his empire from the ground up.
How could he erase every trace of her without a second thought, using her corpse as a PR shield for his perfect new life?
Opening her eyes again, the sharp smell of hospital antiseptic burned her lungs.
She hadn't just died. She had woken up in the body of a notorious, D-list reality TV influencer who shared her exact name.
Looking at her new face in the mirror, a cold smile spread across her lips. She was going to tear his perfect life apart, piece by bloody piece.
8.8
When Nigerian financial analyst Eniola Adeyemi exposes a 2.3 billion naira money laundering scheme, she becomes the target of powerful criminals who'll stop at nothing to silence her. Her only protection? A contract marriage to Elijah Kingston-the cold, ruthless, American billionaire CEO whose own family is at the heart of the conspiracy. What begins as a transactional arrangement for safety and an heir becomes a dangerous game of power, betrayal, and undeniable passion as they're forced to choose between empire and love.
7.2
I sat in the freezing conference room, my knuckles white as I strangled a cheap plastic pen. Outside, Manhattan was weeping in the gray rain, but inside, the air was sterile and dead. I stared at the polished mahogany table, seeing the distorted reflection of a man who hadn't slept in forty-eight hours—a man about to sign his own divorce papers.
Across from me, my wife Linda wouldn't even look at me. She was too busy drumming her fingers near a diamond ring that cost more than I had made in the last five years combined. Then the door swung open, and Simon Thorne walked in. The billionaire heir didn't say a word; he just walked behind Linda and placed a heavy, possessive hand on her shoulder, marking her as his.
"Let's wrap this up," Simon said, checking his Patek Philippe with the bored tone of a man ordering a coffee he didn't want. Linda finally looked through me like I was a ghost and told me to stop dragging this out. She whispered that I couldn't even afford myself anymore, a physical punch to the gut given I’d lost my job three weeks ago. After I signed, Simon flicked a business card at me, mockingly offering me a job as a doorman for minimum wage.
I walked out into the downpour, shivering in a suit I couldn't afford to dry clean. My phone vibrated with a text from my landlord: "Pack your things. Keys by tonight or I’m calling the cops." I stood on the corner of 5th Avenue with exactly $42.18 to my name, watching Simon kiss my wife through the glass wall of the penthouse. I was thirty, homeless, and drowning in a city of lions.
I wanted to roar until my throat bled, but I just stood there, a drowned rat in a world of predators. How could I have lost everything so fast? Why was the woman who promised to stay through "for poorer" now leaning into the arms of the man who just humiliated me?
Suddenly, my phone screen exploded with a blinding golden light. An app called the Midas Protocol installed itself, declaring poverty a disease and itself the cure. With one tap, a million dollars bypassed a federal hold and hit my account, and a "Nemesis Card" appeared in my digital inventory. I didn't hesitate. I typed Simon Thorne’s name into the vengeance algorithm and hit execute. The game had officially changed.
9.6
A billionaire art collector purchases a mysterious 19th-century portrait and begins having vivid dreams about the woman in it. After a near-fatal accident, he realizes the portrait is connected to a tragic past that mirrors his present life. As he grows close to a woman who looks exactly like the one in the painting, he must uncover the truth behind the portrait before history repeats itself.
Can love survive centuries of secrets and mistakes? And will he finally find the courage to fight for the woman in front of him, or will the past destroy them both?
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#lovetriangle
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#betrayal
9.3
I am Joanna Haney, heiress to a New York real estate empire. I had a perfect life with my husband, Brad, and our three-year-old daughter, Chloe.
Then, a single sentence from a doctor shattered my world.
"Chloe isn't your daughter."
The truth was a nightmare. My husband and my best friend, Carla, had swapped our babies at birth. My real daughter was abandoned while I unknowingly raised theirs.
They plotted to have me declared insane and locked away. At Chloe's birthday party, they publicly humiliated me, turning the child I raised against me until she screamed that she wished Carla was her mother.
My husband and best friend saw me as nothing more than an obstacle to be permanently removed.
But they underestimated me. With the secret help of Brad's own mother, I orchestrated my escape to Paris. Now, I will find my real daughter, and they will pay for every single lie.