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 3
Chapter 3
"Nice to meet you, Miss Sophia." His voice came out smooth and calm that you'd actually think we've never met before.
At least one of them was very composed at this revelation. Sophia on the other hand was on the verge of having a panic attack.
"Sophia, are you okay?" Andre asked. She looked pale, like she was about to pass out and was she breathing?
Chris stared at the woman who was having a full blown internal attack, she was doing a very bad job at pretending not to know him. Chris raised his hand and cupped her face. "Breathe."
The minute he touched her, she inhaled sharply and her eyes became foggy, Sophia shook her head to try and gain control of her fuzzy mind.
"Yeah, sorry. Nice to meet you, Mr. White." She stepped back from his touch, bowed, instead of taking his outstretched hand and excused herself to the bathroom.
Sophia leaned against the door of the bathroom and tried to control her breathing. She moved towards the sink and splashed water on her face.
Sophia didn't remember doing anything awfully wrong that she deserved this much karma.
Will he fire me?
Will he insult me in front of everyone?
What if he thinks I intentionally slept with him?
What would people think if they knew that I slept with my boss?
Different thoughts were flying through her mind but she maintained composure.
There was only one way to survive in a situation like this.
Avoid him!
If she could show him that she didn't care who he was and just focused on her job, then he wouldn't think she intentionally set him up.
"That's it. You can do it. Avoid him and you'll be fine." She said, giving herself a little pep talk but little did she know that things were about to get even harder.
Chris watched as she scurried away and shifted his focus back to the next employee.
By the time he was done, Chris was exhausted and he hadn't even begun the day's work yet.
"This is your receptionist and your temporary secretary." Andre explained to him and Chris stared at him confused, "Temporary? Why?"
"I recently got married and my husband and I are moving to the other side of the country. I'm just here to assist you for a while until you find a replacement."
Chris sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Isn't there anyone fit for the role of Secretary in the whole company?"
"We didn't think it'll be appropriate to pick anyone from the company. We were considering putting out a vacancy and interviewing-"
"I'm sure you heard what she said." Chris cut him off, "She's newlywed and should not be away from her husband.
Interviewing someone would take ages. Put out the vacancy within the company and whoever I pick, you have to find a replacement for that person."
Andre nodded, "Of course. I'll do that right away."
Paige watched Andre scurry away and shook her head, "I tried to explain to him but he's too stubborn."
"You shouldn't be here working. I promise to let you off as quickly as possible."
Chris would understand because his girlfriend Mia was a model with a tight schedule and he wished he could spend more time with her.
"If you don't mind Boss, I have someone to recommend for my position."
Mia looked away from his phone and looked at Paige, "Who?"
"Sophia Davis."
"The tech lady?" He asked.
Paige nodded, "Yes. Sophia is the most hardworking lady I've ever come across and her CV is so much better than the job she's being asked to perform."
"But why didn't you recommend her to Andre?" Chris wanted to know why she was informing him instead of Andre.
"I did, but he shut me down. He said the Tech Unit needed Sophia but I highly doubt that. There are tens of employees doing the exact job she is doing currently." Paige responded.
Chris thought about it for a while but dismissed the idea. He couldn't work with Sophia....not after what happened between them.
He just didn't have the courage to face her and the way she stared at him earlier, killed him.
"I'll think about it. Let's try to focus on our schedule for today."
And just like that, he got down to business.
It was late at night when Chris finally made a move to go home.
He already dismissed Paige early so he was the only one left in the company, except some other employees who were pulling an all-nighter.
As he made his way to the garage his phone's ringing tone went off.
Mia.
He immediately picked up, "Mia, my love."
"Hello my dearest. I have a surprise for you. Turn around."
Chris's eyebrows scrunched up in a frown and he slowly turned, watching a silhouette walking towards him slowly.
It didn't take him seconds to recognize his beautiful girlfriend.
"Mia!" He grinned and walked up to her, both of them meeting at the center. Uma threw her hands around his neck and he held her body to his.
"I can't believe you're finally here." He exclaimed with joy as he buried his face in her neck.
"Me either." Mia said with a smile as she pulled away from Chris and smashed her lips against his.
"Fuck, I've missed this."
After minutes of kisses and touches, Chris pecks Mia's forehead.
"You came at the right time. I want you to meet my parents." Chris said with a smile and Mia felt ecstatic.
She and Chris had been planning this for a while now and this was the last stage to getting their marriage approved.
Meeting Chris's parents was a big deal in their relationship and she was going to do anything to gain their approval. Thankfully, she had dressed appropriately and had the right amount of naivety and smartness around
her.
Mia was all smiles until she came face to face with Mrs. White.
"What is she doing here?"
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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.