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 2
CHAPTER TWO
Sophia woke up with a smile on her face. She had the craziest, weirdest dream ever. And her whole body felt complete and satisfied for some weird reason.
She shifted in her big bed and paused.
Two things were not right.
One she felt naked and two...she looked up slowly, and there in her bed, wrapped in his embrace was a man...a very sexy man.
"Ahhhhhhh-Oof!"
Chris opened his eyes just as his body rolled off the bed.
He was able to save his head from smashing on the floor. He'd never fallen off his bed and he tried to remember what exactly it was that woke him up.
Sophia on the other hand, felt the middle of her legs become sore with pain as she pushed Chris off the bed with her two legs.
Immediately she pulled off the white bedsheet and her eyes went wide with mortification.
If the soreness wasn't the dead give away, then the red stain on her thighs and on the white sheets just told her what she needed to know.
She'd just been raped, in her own bed and in her own house.
"No, no, no...please... no! Nooo!" She yelled and Chris stood up immediately to see a strange woman in his bed, naked, wrapped up in his sheet and sobbing as she stared at her body.
Chris looked around the room and he was very sure he wasn't dreaming nor was he hallucinating.
"Who...who are you?" He asked, his gaze questioning.
Sophia looked up at him with anger boiling in her teary eyes and Chris couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was.
"You psychotic bastard!" She grabbed a pillow and flung it at him. Chris grabbed it just before it made contact with his face.
"What the-" He sucked as he saw the flower vase coming towards his direction. He shielded himself with the pillow as the vase shattered above him.
"How dare you rape me! In my own apartment!" Sophia continued to sob and cry and throw things at Ben who was trying his best to stay alive and avoid the harmful objects she was throwing his way.
"Stop! I didnt-Ah! Fuck!.. I didn't rape you."
"You fucking liar. I am naked in my bed with the crimson color of my virginity staring at me in the face! Couldn't you look for a bitch ready to sell you her body for a few bucks! I'll kill you today."
Chris knew that if he wasn't careful, this crazy woman would definitely murder him in his own house.
So as soon as Sophia turned to look for something else to throw at him, he jumped on her, and pinned her down to the bed.
"Oh, you want to rape me again! Let me go!" She yelled, tears flowing down into her hairline.
Chris held her two hands down with one and slammed the other hand on her mouth.
"You'll shut up and listen to me, crazy lady. I don't know you and I've never met you but I didn't rape you. And before you start throwing accusations at me, this is my house. Look around."
And that's when Sophia realized it.
She didn't have white sheets or a white walls with golden decor. Her room was more girlish.
Chris saw when realizàtion hit her and even he already came to a conclusion on his own.
"Were you here for last night's party?" He asked and she nodded.
Chris sighed, "You must have come into my bedroom by accident last night but trust me, I didn't rape you. I thought you were my girlfriend..."
The tears began to pile up and fall in full force.
Chris felt guilty pricking his chest and immediately asked, "If I let you go, you need to promise to not throw anything at me."
Sophia nodded and Chris pulled away, she immediately sat up and pulled the sheet around her.
"I was drunk and you must have been as well because I..."
"Can you leave the room please?" Chris said nothing. She looked up at him with wide eyes, glossy with tears. She'd just lost her virginity to a stranger in her boss's house. All she wanted was to be far away from here and him. "Please..."
Chris turned around and walked away leaving Sophia to do her thing in the bathroom.
When she was done, she got dressed and left the bedroom, not wanting to face him anymore.
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*SOPHIA'S APARTMENT*
"Sophia! You're back–" She looked up at her best friend as she walked in.
Sophia watched as the smile on Kira's face slowly morphed into concern. "Soph, are you okay? Why do you look...?"
"I'm fine, I got drunk. I'm just feeling hungover and a little tired." She said before making her way to her room.
"Okay, I'm heading out. There is left over rice and chicken in the kitchen. Take some pills okay? I know how bad your hangover can get! " Kira called out after her best friend.
Sophia didn't release her tears until she heard the front door slam shut before her body leaned down against the door.
Her heart felt like it was breaking to pieces as gut-wrenching sobs escaped her lips. This was not how she planned to lose my virginity.
She imagined a wedding with the man she loved and giving it to him as a gift on their wedding night, but she ended up losing it to a one night stand at a welcome party, how ironic.
She wrapped herself like a burrito with her blanket and cried herself to sleep.
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*THE OFFICE*
"This is our typist and tech guru, Sophia. Beautiful, hard working gem. Sophia met Ben, our new Boss."
Andre was talking but Sophia was not listening. Her whole attention was on the man in front of her.
A cruel slap of fate
Chiseled jaw, brown eyes and dark silky hair.
It's the stranger from yesterday and he's her boss.
Chris!
Her stomach churned at his sight.
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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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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.