LOGINT A M I N G T H E W I L D C E O 2
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Both Ella and Javier were impatiently waiting for their baby's arrival. They were both happy and most importantly, they loved each other. However life was a bitch and it would not be called 'life' if there was no complication, conflicts, sorrow, turmoil, or heartbreaks.
In the second installment of Taming The Wild CEO, you, dear gentle readers, will know how it feels when life gives you too many lemons for you to make a jar of lemonade.
This author will bring you another story of Ella Stanford and Javier Summers straight from the oven. What would happen if Ella's father suddenly appear? Would Ella forgive Javier for investigating about her past behind her back? What would Javier do when his family was in crisis? Which one would he choose, Ella or his own flesh and blood?
Tough decisions had to be made. Would the biggest test to their love bring them closer or tear them apart?
This book, just like the first book, will be able to be read as stand-alone and the first five chapters will be free to read. The second book will be updated daily in September. For the time being, please enjoy this author's other work in GoodNovel : "Taming The Wild Duke" and "Falling for the Beast". For Falling for the Beast, you can read it for FREE for the time being. Search it on broswer/website (not application - because free stories are not in Application at the moment). You can add it to your library via website and then read it later through your GoodNovel application. It is in this author's other account daasagatha8997 Thank you for your love and support! Stay safe and take care!
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(( continuation of Ch 19))“Of course.” Draven sighed and pretended to sound offended that his own flesh and blood had even accused him of it. Although deep inside this grown man was hella nervous. He was very close to his mother and he had a feeling that his mother always knew things even though he didn’t tell her. “I wouldn’t lie about something like this, Mum.” Tiffany’s complexion brightened and she clasped her hand in front of her chest. “Well, then that’s good news!” She turned to her husband, her silver eyes widened and were glistening with tears. Draven could only hope that those were happy tears. “Our little daughter.” Cedric frowned. He looked as if he was too deep in his own thought that he hadn’t realized what his wife had said until she poked his ribs with her forefinger. “What?” He blinked at his wife and then glanced momentarily at their son. “Didn’t you hear what I said?” Tiffany let out an exasperated sigh. “Our little daughter is getting married.” “Yes,” he nodde
“Mom is there, isn’t she?” His twin brother asked through the phone as if he could tell what was happening on the other side. Before Draven could even answer, his father who was standing next to his mother gave him a disapproving look and said, “You shouldn’t say a bad word in front of your mother, Draven Summers. We raised you better than that.” “And Dad too apparently,” added Declan. “Well, good luck, Brother. Let me know how it goes.” Then before he cut the call, he reminded his brother, “Oh, whatever you do, don’t tell them about the pregnancy. That’s not your story to tell. Maybe just tell them about the engagement, but not the pregnancy, or Clara will whip your ass. Literally.” “Talk to you later,” said Draven. He ended the call and slid his phone inside the pocket of his blazer, then he looked up and greeted his parents. “Hey, Mum.” He smiled at her, too brilliantly than normal. He shifted his gaze to his dad and gave a brief nod. “Dad.” His mother, Tiffany, took one sma
“I can’t believe she just kicked me out,” said Draven to his twin brother over the phone. “I agree. That’s cold, Dray.” He shook his head and then glanced at Clarabelle’s door once again. He’d been waiting in the hospital corridor for more than fifteen minutes without having any destination at all so he’d decided to give his twin brother a call. Clara had told Declan about her pregnancy last night and made him promise not to tell anyone else, which was pretty easy to do considering Declan was one of the quiet ones. The only person Declan would talk to was probably his wife, Qingshan. “So what do you think? Should I just leave?” Declan laughed. “How long has he been inside with her?” Draven flicked his wrist and glanced at his watch. “Fifteen minutes, give or takes.” “I suppose you could wait a few more minutes then,” suggested Declan. “Great,” said Draven, grimacing. “Never would I thought that I’d be waiting outside while my little sister is making out with her boyfriend.” He lea
Clarabelle opened her mouth and then closed it again because, despite her wish to say something in return, she simply couldn’t find her voice nor the words that could articulate what was in her mind right now. This was Dean freaking Westminster. He was the worst of the worst. He was the worst player and if anyone asked her two nights ago to point out someone who didn’t know the word ‘love’, she’d either pick her brother Draven or the man standing right in front of her asking to be her baby’s father. Yes, Clarabelle tried to convince herself that she hadn’t heard that wrongly, Dean had just asked her if he could be the baby’s father even though she’d told him that the baby might not even be his. This was absolutely insane. She’d never imagined this day would come thus she had no preparation whatsoever and had zero clue on how to handle this. She didn’t even know how to properly react to his proposal. In order to calm herself since the sight of him was simply too overwhelming at this
“Yes,” answered the man wearing a dark shirt and a dark navy blue blazer. His dark eyes moved from Draven to Clarabelle before he fixed his gaze back on Draven. He leveled his gaze with Draven. Both men were tall and around the same height. “Would you mind giving us some privacy?” Before Draven could say anything, his sister cleared her throat and sat tall on her bed. “Actually, Dean, I would prefer my brother to be here,” she said without breaking eye contact with the man who might be holding her heart. She knew that she’d asked Draven to witness it while she told both Brett and Dean but right at this moment, she truly needed him. At least with her brother being here, she wouldn’t feel so alone and lonely when Dean told her that he didn’t want anything to do with the baby or her anymore. At least with her brother being here, she could put up a face and would not cry. Draven watched the man subtly pat the right pocket of his blazer before sliding his hand into the pocket of his bla
“He’s not going to come,” said Clarabelle really decidedly upon glancing at the door for the eleventh time since the clock hit two in the afternoon. She let out a small sigh, trying to swallow her disappointment as she rested her back on the pillows. In all honesty, she thought that Dean would at least show up. She’d heard from Draven that Dean had been there in the waiting room with the rest of her family while she’d been in surgery. That had given her a bit of hope. Regardless of their disagreement and how messed up the relationship they had, she thought he would at least hear her out or just come to see how she was doing. She’d told the hospital not to accept anyone else other than her family members so when she’d finally texted him to come here, he should’ve taken the chance, right? Or perhaps he no longer cares about her. Damn. That hit even harder than she thought it would. Clarabelle shook her head and closed her eyes. No. She couldn’t start imagining Dean as some sort of kn







