( Jordan’s POV)The elevator dinged open and I stepped out, my secretary trailing behind me. My phone had been glued to my ear and my mouth was moving as I spoke to a client. As the CEO of Salespush Textile Ltd and one of the youngest billionaires in America, I own chains of businesses all over New York, New Jersey, Las Vegas, and even in China. I was the only heir to my father who was also a billionaire."We will meet next week, Mr. Alexander. I'll ask my secretary to book the appointment," I finalized as I continued walking towards my office."Alright, thank you," I uttered and disconnected the call,, after hearing what the person on the other side said to me. It was only 11 am and I had already attended two business meetings one within the company and the other outside.I just returned to my office with my secretary, Chloe, whose hands were filled with files. She didn't look happy because of the loads of work she had to do before the close of the day."Get the work done and bring

(Cassie’s POV)"Cassie," my mother yelled at me the moment we entered the house. Pamela had dropped us off at home after the silence that had ensued immediately after the doctor announced the news. The silence lingered until we got home.I bit my lower lip in silence, filled with regrets. I didn't know what to say to my mother. How could I have been pregnant for three months without even knowing? I asked myself. I knew my mother was highly disappointed in me."Aren't you going to answer me, you loose girl?" my mother asked."Mom, I'm not loose," I retorted in anger. "Why the hell are you calling me a loose girl when you don't even know how I got pregnant?""Then talk. Your silence is killing me. How will you cope with this shit and your academics? Is this how I raised you up? Why the hell do you like tormenting me?""Mom...""Don't call me. Just tell me who the hell pumped his seed into you, you naive girl."I sighed. I didn't even know what to tell her. How could I tell my mom I didn

( Tessa’s POV)Sex with Jordan had always been amazing, I couldn't get enough of him. It had been a week since we had sex in his office, and I had been anticipating more of that office romance. I grinned to myself as I drove into the company, with my plans to make Jordan mine forever. This was my dream.I was dressed in a brown straight skirt with a white blouse. My stiletto heels were black, and my handbag was light brown, matching my skirt. I walked in elegantly after parking my car in the driveway. I knew Jordan would be in; he was a workaholic.The night Jordan and I met, we didn't know each other, but he looked familiar to me. I took a picture of his handsome face while he was sleeping before leaving for home the next day after a long night of sex.My mom saw his picture on my phone, and she recognized him. His father and my father used to be business partners, and I knew that would work in my favor. Jordan didn't know this, and I was not willing to let him know until the time wa

( Cassies’s POV)I got dressed ready for school and remembered the conversation I had with my mom the day before. Even though I wasn't okay with her suggestions, I had to do it. She was my mother and was struggling to make ends meet.I wore ripped blue jeans, a white shirt, a brown duster jacket with grey sneakers. I looked in the mirror to check out my face and appearance after dressing up. I needed to apply a little make-up to my face before going out of my room. I bade my mom goodbye and got out of the house to flag down a cab.I was lucky to get a cab on time. A few minutes later, the cab pulled over in front of the campus. I alighted from the cab, paid, and walked in. I had the intention of talking to Pamela that day. I was ready to talk to her about the pregnancy and my decision.Pamela was a good friend indeed, and she understood my silence. She didn't pressure me to tell her things that I didn't feel like telling her like my mom would do. Whenever I didn't feel like talking, s

( Cassie's POV )I stared at his retreating figure before shifting my gaze to Pamela who was silently looking at me. I moved back to where we were seated and buried my head in my palms. I don't know why I am feeling this way towards Tony but I am damn hurt by the disgusted look on his face. He was making me feel cheap and worthless."Cassie", Pamela is back beside me. She touched my shoulder, waiting for me to raise my head. She thought I was crying but I was not. I wanted to cry but no tears are coming. I am tired of crying. I am tired of all the problems showcasing its ugly face. I am fed up with everything. I feel like ending everything. Just a single mistake of mine is bringing me nothing but shame."Cassie?" She calls again. "Did you see the way he looked at me?" I lifted my head to ask her. "It doesn't matter", she shakes her head. "What?" I exclaimed. "It doesn't matter? He is going to tell everyone, he won't like me again", I half-yelled. She looked thoughtful for a while befo