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A Fragile Truce

Author: Hanielswrite
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The city in lights flew past the window of Liam’s midnight black car as I gazed at the same, watching as the motor purred with a low growl, nothing but the stormless tempest in my own as a backup. I’m Emma Larson, and three days ago, Liam, my billionaire CEO boss who is also the father of my baby, made a vow to handle Vanessa and protect me. I still heard that conversation on the sidewalk ringing in my head, but trust did not come easily. Vanessa had been eerily quiet since, a quietness that was more scary than reassuring, despite Liam’s reassurances that Charles was “handling it.” To me, it was the lull before the storm.

Liam was seated next to me, his hand on mine—a touch that grounded me and made my nerves twitch all at the same time. We were bound for a charity gala of the sort in which the powerful sip champagne and trade power. It was the first time I’d been out in public with Liam since our pack of lies had started to come apart at the seams, and the idea of all those eyes on u
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  • The CEO's Accidental Baby   The Charade Begins

    My heart was pounding in my ears from the instant I felt the cool gold of the ring sliding over my knuckle. It was too real. Too perfect. Liam's eyes held mine, shorn of all his usual reserve for that moment. The grand lobby of Hawthorne Industries buzzed with anticipation around us — key clients, board members, the local press — but all I could think about was the weight on my finger and the lie we’d agreed to."Welcome home, fiancé," he whispered, quietly enough that only I could hear. Heat crept up my neck. I plastered on a smile. “Thank you, fiancé,” I said, a foreign and thrilling taste in my mouth.A little while later we climbed the wide marble staircase up to the event of the quarter: Hawthorne’s Annual Partners Gala. Here, our game would move from whispered rehearsal to public show. The valet rolled out a red carpet as if for a king. Reporters trained cameras on us. It was like being prey in the spotlight.Crystal chandeliers rained prisms of light upon swaths of midnight-blu

  • The CEO's Accidental Baby   Lines in the Sand

    The day after the gala, my Brooklyn apartment is a little like a besieged fortress. I’m Emma Larson, and I’m still sizzling from the venom in Vanessa’s words last night—I’m not the one with everything to lose—and the way Liam’s promise to protect me felt like both a lifeline and a chain. I’ve been curled up on my couch, a mug of cold coffee in my hands, staring out the rain-streaked window. The being pregnant is making me sick again, but it’s the HR assembly I have this afternoon that has the butterflies in my abdomen. Liam tells me he’s taking care of Vanessa but her radio silence from the gala on is nerve-wracking, like she’s behind me with a gun I’m not aware of.My phone vibrates and, anticipating another cryptic threat, I flinch. It’s Mia: You died last night ok? Vanessa’s playing dirty. Call me. I haven’t broken the news of the gala to her yet, bu

  • The CEO's Accidental Baby   The Weight of Truth

    Alex entered the dimly lit room and the atmosphere was palatable. Candlelight from a flickering lantern cast long, dancing shadows on the walls, shrinking the room, making it feel that much more claustrophobic. On the other side of the battered wooden table, Morgan was slouching in his chair, a contented smirk playing on his face, fingers tapping away an irritating beat on the wood. The soft retort reverberating beneath the stillness was a honeyed kiss to the storm spiralling between them.“So, you’ve finally put two and two together,” Morgan said, their voice sarcastic enough to make a slice through the silence.Alex's nails dug into their palms as they struggled to contain it, and they balled their fists. This was no time to waver. Not now, not when everything depended on what came next. “So, you think you’ve won, do you?” Alex spoke evenly, although their heart was pounding like a

  • The CEO's Accidental Baby   A Fragile Truce

    The city in lights flew past the window of Liam’s midnight black car as I gazed at the same, watching as the motor purred with a low growl, nothing but the stormless tempest in my own as a backup. I’m Emma Larson, and three days ago, Liam, my billionaire CEO boss who is also the father of my baby, made a vow to handle Vanessa and protect me. I still heard that conversation on the sidewalk ringing in my head, but trust did not come easily. Vanessa had been eerily quiet since, a quietness that was more scary than reassuring, despite Liam’s reassurances that Charles was “handling it.” To me, it was the lull before the storm.Liam was seated next to me, his hand on mine—a touch that grounded me and made my nerves twitch all at the same time. We were bound for a charity gala of the sort in which the powerful sip champagne and trade power. It was the first time I’d been out in public with Liam since our pack of lies had started to come apart at the seams, and the idea of all those eyes on u

  • The CEO's Accidental Baby   Shadows of Doubt

    The rain is tapping away at my window, a relentless tapping that matches the pounding in my skull. Since telling Mia about the pregnancy that Liam might have caused, we’ve been smoldering wreckage for two days. Vanessa’s threats have grown eerily quiet, but that only makes my fear more acute, as if she is cocking a gun that I can’t see. I’m Emma Larson, that chick who supposedly has it all together, but currently is a tangled mess of hormones and half-truths, all the while snouting my nose into the rubble of my own secrets.The apartment is becoming smaller, the walls closing in on me as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Mia’s texts have been relentless, encouraging but urgent: You need to tell him. Today. She's right — I know she is — but the idea of seeing Liam turns my stomach into a pretzel. What if he fires me? What if he denies it? What if he’s not the father, and I’ve self- torch ed my life for nothing? But the proof — the ticket stub, the cuff link, Claire’s cryptic note —

  • The CEO's Accidental Baby   The Truth Unveiled

    The rain pounds a never ending tempo on my window; a consistent rhythm’ That matches the thumping in my head. It has been two days since I told Mia about the pregnancy — about how Liam might be the father — and the fallout has been a slow, simmering burn. Vanessa’s threats have grown eerily quiet, but that only compounds my dread, as if she’s cocking a gun I cannot see. I’m Emma Larson, the girl who’s supposed to have everything together, but I’m an angry mess of hormones and half-truths lying beneath the what-me-worry exterior I’ve perfected.My apartment feels small, the walls are closing in while I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling. Mia’s texts have not taken a vacation (As I write, my phone buzzes, another volley of encouragement tinged with exigency: You need to tell him.) Today. She’s right—I know she is—but I feel sick to my stomach at the idea of seeing Liam. What if he fires me? What if he denies it? What if he’s not the father, and I’ve set my life ablaze for nothing?”

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