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 6
CHAPTER 6
"And why do you want to abort it?" Kira asked, while I paced around the room.Im she couldn't believe that this was even a question.
She stared at her like she had grown two horns. "What do you want me to do? Go to Mr Chris's office and say: Hey sir, remember that night we fucked? Yeah, I'm pregnant now and you're the father."
She let out an awkward laughter, trying to calm herself down but nothing was working. Kira knew that she couldn't force Sophia to do what she doesn't want too but she believed Chris deserved to know.
Kira took a deep breath, sighed and touched her by the shoulder. "You should tell him about it and if he doesn't want it then you can decide whatever the hell you want to," she said.
Sophia scoffed, walking away from her. "Are you saying that I need his permission? My body, my choice, Kira," she stated.
Kira knew there was no use fighting it. Her friend has made her decision and the best thing she could do was to support her and let her make her decisions.
"You're right. I'm sorry," she apologized.
"You can go ahead and abort the baby. I would support whatever decision you make but I can't promise I won't do anything," she said.
A smirk formed on her lips. Sophia looked at her with an obscure expression, trying to figure out what kira meant. "What do you mean by that? What are you going to do?"
Kira shrugged. "You'd just have to find out."
Sophia didn't have time to worry about Kira. She called the hospital and scheduled an appointment for an abortion. Her heart kept racing fast at the thought of removing her child. A part of her wanted to go against all thoughts and tell Chris about it but she dismissed the thoughts quickly.
Sophia woke up very early in the morning, doing her usual morning routine and then left for the hospital. She sat in the waiting room, waiting for her turn, her breath quickened as panic set in.
"You look very young to be aborting a baby," she heard someone say beside her.
Sophia was trying her best to hide that she was pissed. The last thing she needed was a lecture. "And what are you? The moral police? You're here too, so why are you judging?" She snarled at her, much more to her surprise.
The lady was taken aback. Her stomach was starting to show and a little part of Sophia kept wondering why she wanted to abort if she kept the baby this long.
"You're wrong, dear. I'm not judging you, I don't know your story and I have nothing against abortion. I just wondered why you want to abort, especially since you look like you'd make an exceptional mother."
The lady stared at her, caressing her little bump softly. It was starting to creep Sophia out. "Why don't you tell that to yourself? You're pregnant too."
Her reaction changed, she tried to blink back her tears but Sophia could see her eyes getting moist. "It's not my choice to make and I don't want my baby to suffer. Sometimes, loving is letting go," she cried.
Sophia was dumbfounded, a million thoughts going through her head. "Is it financial trouble?" She inquired, intrigued by her story.
The lady shook her head. "No, in fact my husband and I are doing well financially," she responded. "But during an ultrasound we found out that my baby has a brain tumor with no cure. I couldn't bring him to the world knowing he'd suffer and it hurts me deeply to do this but I have too."
She didn't hold back anymore and started crying. Sophie went to her, caressing her back gently. She didn't realize when she started crying too.
"It's okay. You'd be fine. You'd get through it and I know your baby would be happy with your decision. He'd understand that you did it out of love," she consoled her.
Her sobs got calm. She let go of Sophia, wiping her tears. "My husband said the same. He didn't want any abortion but I convinced him, he's here but he's filling out the necessary documents at the counter," she explained.
Sophia felt a pang of pain in her heart. Although the woman was in pain, she had the best support system. She caressed her stomach gently. Was she really ready to be a mother?
Listening to the woman's story touched her and she decided to keep it. Maybe, just maybe it'd be worth it. She could raise her child on her own, she didn't need Chris.
"I think I'd keep my baby," she said, a smile appearing on the woman's face. "It's not going to be easy but I think I can handle it and my baby deserves to live. It's not his or her fault they're here, it was mine."
The lady clasped her hands in hers. "Whatever you choose to do. Do it for you and I'd support whatever you want," she told her.
Sophia smiled and got up. "I think you were God sent to me honestly," she chuckled softly. "And I'm glad we met."
"I pray everything goes well and I'm sure God will give you another baby soon, ma'am," she said.
The lady managed to smile. Sophia hugged her one last time and walked out of the hospital. Her heart was racing as thought of what to do next crossed her mind.
Then it hit her. She was really going to be a mother. It felt surreal and exciting at the same time, she couldn't wait to tell Kira. She didn't know how yet, but she was sure she'd be able to do it.
A call entered her phone and she saw that the caller was Kira. She picked it up. "Kira, guess what? I'm keeping the baby," she squealed.
"That's great news," Kira replied. "But I might have done something that you don't like but in my defense, I have you a heads up."
Sophia smiled vanished. "What did you do?"
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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.