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 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Chris stared at his mom for a while, trying to understand what she was saying. "What are you talking about, Mom?"
"That, that..." Chris looked to the side and realized that his mother was talking about Mia.
"You mean Mia? You know her?" Chris cocked his head to the side confused.
There was no way his mother knew Mia.
She'd been in France all her life, and his mother had never smelt the border of France, not to talk of ever visiting, so how would she.
"Of course I do. You're always posting her all over social media. She's a model, is she not?" Mrs White asked her son.
Chris sighed with relief, "Of course. Yes mom. I'd like you to meet Mia, my girlfriend." He said with a lot of love shining in his eyes.
"That's a joke right?" Mrs White cocked her head to the side and Mia could see the resemblance between mother and son.
"Pardon?" Mia asked.
"It's a joke. There's no way she is your girlfriend." Mrs White tried to clarify with her son.
Chris nodded with a smile, "Apologies, my mistake. I mean, fiancee."
"Very well then, let's get to know the lady."
They made their way to the dining area and started ordering.
The waiter came and served them and they were all discussing Mia's life and so far were impressed.
"So Mia..." Mr White trailed off.
"Are your parents also from France?" He asked l.
Before she could reply, Mia felt something and started coughing it out. "OMG!" She gasped. "Is there meat in this? I can't have meat."
Chris looked at her with a confused expression on his face and replied, "The food you ordered had to have meat in it, Mia."
She scoffed, "You know I can't have meat."
"Are you a vegetarian?" Mrs White asked.
"No, I have a cover shoot and I have to look great. Do you want me looking all chubby like you or something?" She asked and Chris's eyes opened wide.
"Mia!" He called.
"What? She looks great but I can't look like her. I would lose everything I've worked for. And can someone get me a waiter?"
Mrs White was trying to maintain her composure and Chris was feeling embarrassed at the moment. The waiter arrived.
"How may I help you?"
"Why did you serve this with meat?" She inquired.
He laughed. "The dish you ordered needs meat in it. You can't eat it without meat in it," he explained.
"False," she responded. "Back in France, I never had this dish with meat. Do you know that you almost ruined my career? You know I can get you fired for it."
"Mia, stop it!" Chris cautioned her.
"Baby, he tried to ruin everything I worked for. He deserves to rot in jail in fact this restaurant deserves to close -"
"For the last time, stop it!"
She realized he was being serious and decided to stop it. "You got lucky," she scowled at the waiter.
Mia grinned at Chris and Mrs. White was just brewing with silent anger.
"If you're trying to play ignorant, I understand but that lady can't be your fiance."
Chris looked at his mother with a frown, "I don't think I understand, mother."
"When your father asked you to come back home, it was to take over the business and settle down. We both have the perfect image of our daughter in-law and this woman doesn't cut it."
Mia felt her heart sink to the bottom of her stomach.
Chris glared at his mother, "She has a name, it's Mia. And yes I will marry her."
"No, you will not." It was his father's turn to speak now. "Are you trying to argue with your mother?"
"Yes I am. If it's about Mia, I will." He deadpanned.
Mia placed her hand in Chris's trying to show his parents that they were a united front but that was a mistake.
Mrs White immediately saw it as Mia controlling her son against her, "Can't you see it? She's not meant for you! She doesn't have the grace or the aura of a Daughter of the White family. No matter how rich we are, we've always been humble and we preferred that legacy be carried on."
"Mom, you just met her. You haven't even given yourself the chance to know her yet." Chris argued.
"I don't need to. If I do, I'm sure I'll hate what I find beneath her beautiful skin and fake smile the most."
Chris sighed. "Today was a very hectic day for me and I did not expect to come back home to this. So excuse me, I'd like to go to my room. We can have this discussion tomorrow when you're calm. Goodnight." Chris clutched Mia's hand tighter and pulled her along with him as he stormed to his bedroom.
Mia felt like her entire world was crashing, she was on the verge of tears.
Chris cupped her cheeks and placed his forehead against hers, "Please don't cry. You know I can't handle it."
"I'm sorry." Mia said, trying to control her tears, "It's just that...I didn't expect your mom to not like me. Is it my attitude or job? I can quit-"
"You will not quit." Mia said with a low hum. He would never tell Mia to quit something that made her happy.
It was her lifelong dream to be a model and he would support her every step of the way. She still didn't understand that it was her attitude that cost her the privilege of making a first impression.
"Don't worry, my parents are not exactly open-minded. I'm sure that the more time you spend with them, the more they'll get to see the real you. I fell in love with you." He pecked her lips and pulled her in for a hug. "For now, let's ignore them and focus on us. Why don't you cuddle me tonight, hmm? Your husband-to-be is extremely tired." He said with a smirk and she giggled shyly.
That night they slept in each other's arms feeling good about the next day.
But what Chris promised Mia never came. Mr and Mrs. White still hadn't warmed up to her after a week of her arrival. Mia tried everything she could but the old couple were just hell bent on making life hard for her and Ben.
Chris didn't have a day of rest, his mom or his fiancee always had something to complain about and it was starting to mess with his head.
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"I'm moving out!" He announced one day during dinner.
"What!" All three of them at the table chorused.
"What do you mean by moving out son? Don't you like the mansion?" Mr. White asked.
"It's not the mansion. It's the energy around it.
Mia isn't welcome here and it's obvious that you will not be accepting our relationship anytime soon and I can't deal with the constant bickering.
So I'm moving out. I already got my own apartment ready and I'll move in with Mia.
You're free to visit whenever you like but you have to put your disdain for our relationship outside before you walk in.
"Are you seriously setting rules for me and your mother?" His father glared at him and Chris glared right back.
"Yes I am. I will not stand by and watch you both hurt the woman I love." Chris replied, cutting through his steak.
Mrs White sighed, "Alright. If that is what you want, we won't stop you anymore."
"We won't?" Mr. White asked.
He trusted his wife's instinct and he was shocked to see that she was backing down easily.
"Yes, we won't. I just hope it doesn't become too late for you to realize just how much of a mistake you're making." She smiled at her son and stood up from the dining heading to her bedroom, her husband following right behind her.
"Did we do the right thing?" Mia asked as she stared at Ben with concern.
"We didn't do the wrong thing." He replied
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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.