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 5
CHAPTER 5
Two weeks! Two weeks of successfully avoiding Mr. White, my boss and fate slaps her in the back with a fucking 'pick-me' tag. Although it wasn't that hard because he was always cooped up in his office with his girlfriend, Mia, a super hot model with an hourglass figure that would shame even an hourglass itself.
She was always visiting him and walking around with this air of pride and making everyone else feel like the gum beneath her shoes, at least Mary was the one feeling attacked the most.
The lady was always trying to get Mr.White's attention, it was so obvious and soon, she'll probably get fired. Not even her sugar daddy, Andre will be able to save her.
She was on her way from getting extra hard papers for letterheads from the storage room when Brian a fellow co-worker, stopped her. Brian is a cute guy with your regular boy-next-door vibes.
His charming looks and dimple smile would melt any girl's heart. Perhaps she just saw too much into him and hated his narcissistic behavior, the reason for her regular decline every time he asked her out on a date.
"I understand that you're playing hard to get, but it's been months, Sophia. Will you really not give me a chance? Don't I meet your standards?" He asked and he was oozing so many red flags she could make a whole bucket of red paint.
"I'm not playing hard to get. You're the one with a hard skull that can't seem to understand the word 'NO'. Stop bothering me, Brian. I don't want to receive a query because of you."
She tried to walk away from him but he held her hand and pulled her back, causing her to crash against him. Their chest presses together and his hand wrapped around her waist.
"What the hell are you doing! Let go!" She whisper-yelled.
"I don't-"
"Hey! What do you guys think you're doing!"
They both looked to their side and saw Chris ...fuming. Brian immediately let go of her and began to explain himself.
"Save it. I'm guessing you have too much time on your hands. Report yourself to HR and tell them I said to give you the China project. I want the report on my desk by Monday, am I clear?" His voice boomed and she was thankful he didn't direct that impossible-to-achieve assignment to her
.
"Yes sir." Brian stammered and he swore his legs looked jelly.
"Good, failure to do that and be ready to tender your resignation letter. Get out of my sight!"
Brian scurried away and she immediately glued my gaze to the floor when she felt Mr. White glaring at her.
"You, come with me."
She didn't look up until she heard him walking away. She followed him until they got to his office. Thankfully, his girlfriend wasn't inside.
"If you have so much time on your hands to keep an office relationship then-"
She shouldn't have but she couldn't help herself, so she cut him off. "I'm not. He was forcing himself-"
"I don't care. From now on, you're my secretary and will only report to this floor and to my office."
"Sec-secretary?" She stammered.
"Yes, do you have a problem with that?"
His previous secretary got married and was moving to the other side of the country. Andre had asked everyone interested in the position to apply, she hadn't.
"I didn't apply." She said,
"You didn't have to. A lot of people recommended you. So go to my receptionist, she has thirty minutes to show you around, then report back with the shipping industry file." He said with a dismissive wave.
And that is how she ended up working with Chris White till early dawn.
She was too scared to sleep because she was worried he would fire her for slacking but after dousing more than ten cups of caffeine and yawning like she was making an album, she dozed off on the couch with different files scattered around her.
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It felt soft and wet and...
It felt like someone was kissing me and the realization made me snap my eyes open. I came eye to eye with Chris glaring down at me.
"Sleeping on the job?" He curled an eyebrow and she stood up immediately bumping their foreheads together.
"Ow!" She exclaimed, rubbing it hard. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I was-"
"No excuses. I'll let you off this time. We're done anyway, you can leave."
He said and walked into the room in his office while she touched my lips, it felt...moist.
Had she imagined the kiss? She was starting to think she was going nuts.
On my way home since Chris gave me three hours to get back to work, she kept thinking about her new position and how it would affect my work life with Chris.
She couldn't even reject it because he gave it to her and secondly, the pay was actually far better than her previous salary.
She came up with a different plan to avoid him and so far, so good.
The tension and awkwardness was still there but most times they were able to push it aside and focus on our jobs. On so many occasions, Mia would glare at me and sometimes she even asked Chris why Sophia was working in the same office as him.
Insecure much?
Sophia ignored her and her deadly stares and focused on her work.
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Weeks later and it was supposed to be her first pay after being promoted but she fell sick.
She had been planning for months what she would do with the money and how she would spend the entire day shopping with her best friend but I ended up in the hospital instead.
"What's wrong with her doc? Does she have the flu?" Kira, her bestie asked with that motherly concern of hers.
"I'm sure it's nothing. Stop worrying so much." Sophia rolled my eyes at her and she glared at her.
"She's actually right, Miss. Your friend is fine. In fact, it's a thing of joy." The doctor said with a smile.
Kira raised an eyebrow, "Her illness is a thing of joy?"
He nodded, "Yes, because she's actually th
ree weeks pregnant."
"What!"
"What!" They chorused at the same time.
Oh no!
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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.