My Boss's Baby Contract
A single night with her powerful CEO changes Olivia Carter's life forever.
What begins as a reckless mistake turns into an unexpected pregnancy-and a shocking proposal. Instead of walking away, billionaire CEO Alexander Kane offers Olivia a contract, one designed to protect his empire and secure an heir.
As boundaries blur and emotions deepen, Olivia must survive office politics, public scrutiny, and a man who controls everything except his heart.
In a world where love is negotiated on paper, can a contract lead to something real or will it cost them everything?
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Chapter 5
Olivia did not reply to the message.
She set her phone face down on the counter and pressed both palms against it, as if that could stop the world from moving forward. The bathroom felt too quiet, too small, every sound echoing in her head.
Positive.
The word repeated itself over and over.
She stared at the pregnancy test again, hoping ridiculously that it might have changed. It hadn't. The result was still there, bold and unyielding.
This was real.
Olivia closed her eyes and took a slow breath. Panic threatened to rise, sharp and overwhelming, but she forced it down. She had always handled problems the same way: acknowledge them, break them into parts, deal with them one step at a time.
Right now, step one was confirmation.
She needed to be sure.
The next morning, Olivia called in sick for the first time since she started working at Kane Enterprises. Her voice sounded strange to her own ears as she left the message with HR, calm and professional despite the storm inside her.
She dressed simply and left the apartment early, heading to a small clinic across town. The waiting room smelled faintly of antiseptic and lavender, a strange combination that made her stomach turn again.
She sat with her hands folded tightly in her lap, eyes fixed on the floor as other women came and went. Some looked anxious. Others looked excited.
Olivia felt neither.
She felt suspended, like everything was paused, waiting for someone else to decide what happened next.
"Ms. Carter?"
She stood immediately.
The nurse was kind, efficient, asking routine questions Olivia answered automatically. Dates. Symptoms. General health.
When the doctor finally came in, Olivia braced herself.
"The test is positive," the doctor said gently after reviewing the results. "You're approximately five weeks along."
The words settled heavily in the room.
Five weeks.
Olivia nodded, gripping the edge of the exam table. "Thank you."
The doctor offered pamphlets, advice, reassurance. Olivia listened, nodded again, and accepted everything handed to her, even though her mind felt far away.
When she left the clinic, the city felt louder than usual. Traffic roared. People hurried past, unaware that her entire life had just been divided into before and after.
She sat on a bench outside, phone in hand.
She still hadn't replied.
Another message buzzed in.
Alexander Kane: You weren't at the office today.
Her chest tightened.
He had noticed.
Of course he had.
She typed, deleted, typed again.
Olivia Carter: I wasn't feeling well. I'll be back tomorrow.
The reply came almost immediately.
Alexander Kane: Take the day if you need it.
Simple. Controlled. Kind.
It made everything harder.
That evening, Olivia tried to eat dinner but managed only a few bites. The nausea returned, persistent and cruel. She pressed a hand to her stomach again, the gesture instinctive now.
There was no more denial.
She was pregnant.
And there was only one man who could be responsible.
She barely slept.
The next morning, she stood in front of her mirror longer than usual, studying her reflection. Nothing looked different. No visible signs. No proof of the truth growing inside her.
Not yet.
She dressed carefully, choosing something professional and neutral. Armor, as always.
At the office, she kept her head down, avoiding unnecessary interactions. Rachel gave her a curious look but didn't press.
Alexander didn't call her into his office immediately.
That made the wait worse.
Hours passed. Every time her phone buzzed, her heart jumped. Every time footsteps neared her desk, her muscles tensed.
Finally, just after noon, the message came.
Alexander Kane: Come to my office.
Her fingers trembled as she stood.
She knocked once and stepped inside.
Alexander was seated behind his desk, reviewing documents. He looked up immediately.
"Sit," he said.
She did.
"You don't look well," he said plainly.
"I'm fine," she replied automatically.
He set the papers aside. "You're lying."
The directness caught her off guard.
"I'm just tired," she said more quietly.
He leaned back slightly, studying her face. "You've been distracted. Yesterday and today."
She swallowed. This was it. Or close to it.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
Yes.
Everything.
She opened her mouth-and closed it again.
Not yet.
"I have something personal to take care of," she said carefully.
His expression sharpened. "Is it affecting your work?"
"No," she said immediately. "It won't."
He held her gaze, searching. After a moment, he nodded.
"Very well. If you need time, take it."
"Thank you."
She stood to leave.
"Olivia."
She stopped.
He hesitated, then spoke more quietly. "If someone is causing this... stress, I need to know."
Her heart pounded painfully.
"No one is," she said.
She left before he could say anything else.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. Olivia completed her tasks, attended meetings, smiled when required. Inside, her thoughts raced.
How do you tell your boss he's the father of your child?
How do you do that without losing everything?
That night, she sat on her couch, phone in hand, scrolling through messages she hadn't sent. Words failed her.
She needed to think. She needed to prepare.
She needed courage.
Her phone buzzed again.
Alexander Kane: We need to talk.
Her breath caught.
Olivia Carter: About work?
There was a pause.
Then:
Alexander Kane: About you.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
This was happening.
Her fingers hovered over the screen.
There was no more running.
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8.9
I sold three years of my life to a billionaire to save my mother. I was his pretend fiancée, a stand-in for his ex, counting down the days until the contract ended and we could finally be free.
But just as we were about to escape, his real girlfriend returned and publicly accused me of faking a pregnancy to trap him.
My fiancé, Drake, didn't hesitate. He called me a disgusting gold-digger and threatened to pull my mother's medical funding to force me into an abortion.
The shock of his cruelty sent my mother into cardiac arrest. She died right there in the hospital.
They demanded I abort a child that could never exist, a lie built to destroy me.
But they didn't know my secret. After my mother' s death, I finally told him the truth that shattered his world: I was born without a uterus. And with her last letter in my hand, I walked away from him forever.
9.7
I was a top cardiac surgeon, trapped in a dead marriage with a ruthless billionaire.
One afternoon, he brought his mistress to my hospital, ordering me to perform her high-risk heart surgery.
When I refused and handed him our divorce papers, he violently tore them up and threatened to erase my name from the medical community.
Worse, I discovered they had a five-year-old surrogate son—bought and born the exact same year I bled out on an operating table, losing our baby.
The mistress mocked my trauma, calling me a barren piece of trash who couldn't give him an heir.
I slapped her across the face.
The next morning, the NYPD publicly handcuffed me in my own hospital.
She had framed me for attempted murder, claiming I injected her IV with a lethal dose of potassium.
My husband cornered me in the interrogation room.
"Just confess to me. I will throw enough money at the DA to make this entirely disappear."
I looked into his dark eyes and saw nothing but raw, unfiltered suspicion.
He actually believed I was a jealous murderer.
I swore I would rather rot in a concrete cell for the rest of my life than bow down to them.
Just as my childhood savior miraculously appeared to bail me out, my phone rang.
The mistress had gone into full cardiac arrest.
Only I had the surgical skill to save her.
I turned around, deciding whether to let the woman who ruined my life die, or pick up my scalpel.
7.1
Bonnie Galvan woke up to the suffocating scent of lilies, staring at the mirror in the exact same seven-figure wedding dress she had worn seven years ago.
In the doorway stood her so-called best friend Itzel and her secret lover Erwin, desperately urging her to elope.
They warned her that her soon-to-be husband, the billionaire Arlington Townsend, was a crippled monster, and marrying him would ruin her life forever.
In her previous life, she blindly believed their lies and ran away from the altar.
Because of her public betrayal, the ruthless Townsend family completely bankrupted her father's company in retaliation.
Erwin and Itzel swooped in as her saviors, only to steal whatever was left of her family's wealth and power.
When she was finally stripped of her value, Erwin pushed her down an icy mountain slope during a brutal blizzard.
With a shattered ankle, she could only watch as Itzel smirked and Erwin coldly walked away, leaving her to be buried alive under the freezing snow.
As her lungs burned and her heart gave out in the agonizing cold, she was consumed by hatred.
Why did the man who swore to protect her and the friend she trusted with her life plot so meticulously to destroy her?
Opening her eyes again, Bonnie was back in the bridal suite, minutes before the ceremony.
This time, she didn't run.
She walked straight down the aisle, looked the terrifying Arlington Townsend in the eye, and firmly said her vows.
"I do."
8.1
Lucy Taylor never expected to be loved when she agreed to billionaire CEO, William Ashcroft, in place of her step sister to save her family's reputation. But as she gets to know him, she finds out he's completely different from the man she thought he was. As they grew closer, they realize they're in love. But what happens when trouble lurks around the corner? With a greedy stepsister and a maniac rival on their ends? Will they be able to survive or will their relationship crash under the weight of problems coming their way?
7.9
For five years, I was the invisible force behind my charismatic architect boyfriend's empire, painstakingly designing the dream home we built together.
But for the eighteenth time, Jayson canceled adding my name to the deed, rushing out on our candlelit dinner for yet another "critical emergency" with his young, attractive mentee, Ciera.
He left me alone at our custom dining table, blindly prioritizing her manufactured crises over our future. Hours later, Ciera posted a photo on Instagram. She was sitting in his executive chair, wearing his unbuttoned dress shirt, with two empty wine glasses on the desk. When I finally confronted him the next morning, he didn't apologize. Instead, he looked at me with arrogant amusement.
"Where are you going to go, Allison? Without me? Without this firm? Don't forget, I made you!"
My love didn't die in a sudden explosion; it bled out drop by drop over eighteen broken promises. I had poured my soul into his success, only to be treated like a disposable asset in my own home. To make the irony even more suffocating, a plastic stick in my bathroom soon revealed two stark red lines. I was pregnant with his child.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't use the baby to beg for his love. Instead, I packed a single suitcase, accepted a senior role at his biggest rival firm in London, and left a resignation letter on his desk. This time, I am building an empire of my own.
9.6
The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road.
Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city.
"Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around."
Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding.
They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag.
What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased.
I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York.
"I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down.
"But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."