All Chapters of Carrying Mr. CEO'S Child: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

EttieneOkay.The mother and the daughter are going all out in this round."What? What do you mean my father?"Moriah stops and turns. "And for your information,he was not old then,he is old now. Either way,he does not look his age.""The fuck you mean he does not look his age?" Moriahs face does not give anything away."You are seeing him even now? Are you cheating on David? Are you repeating your past?"She gives a nonchalant shrug. "Who says I am?"Waaaait.No way."Oh so it's someone you are…" Ariel's words trail off as realization hits her like a brick.Myra lifts her head from where it was buried in Josh neck."Come again?"Josh had now quit crying and composed himself. He looks up with a scrunched face and puffy eyes. The guy has clearly been through a lot. I feel for him.Kevin who had been silent all this time lets out a long,deep growl. "You two are sisters. Do you want everything spelt out for you?""What are you mad about?" I mumble loud enough for him to hear.He waves

Chapter 43Desdemona Ignoring and moving on, that's what you do when too much information has been dumped on you all at once.A knock comes and I stop swinging around in my chair.“Come in.” His figure brings a light smile to me face. “I didn't expect to see you here.”“Your secretary called me.”“Ah, the new one? he's quite good at his job.”He sits. “Talk to me.”“You are remaining with two weeks till one of you takes the position.”“I'm well aware.”“What are your plans?”“Oh babe, you want me to share them with you so you could sabotage me?”I laugh, brushing him off. “Now why would I do that to the man I'm attracted to.” and the man who hurt me.He sighs and his shoulders slump. “Honestly, I don't know. Two weeks isn't enough to get that much amount, I think jules will have it this time.”I scoff. “And you are just going to let him?”He gives me a weak shrug.“I'll do it. I'll find someone to make it happen.”“It's a lot of money, Desdemona. ‘“I know. First, do you have anyone

Desdemona ‘She's matured so fast.’ ‘She acts so reasonably.’Those are words I don't want to hear being used to describe my daughter. That is why I agreed to go out with Ettiene. Not as the father of my child but as a man I am giving a second chance to.My best friend glared at me from the kitchen. Everytime I face him,he avoids eyecontact.“Come on,we can't be doing this everyday. You agreed to let me be.”“Never said I'll smile as I walk you put the door.”Good point.My phone beeps, a message from Ettiene signaling he was here and that I should leave my phone behind.I sigh and call out to Molly.She comes running as usual.“Go over there and kiss Mr. Grumpy goodbye. I'll be back.”Outside, Ettiene had stepped out of the car and was now leaning against it. “What? You plan on kidnapping me?”He laughs and pulls me in his arms for a light kiss.It was over before I could even fight back.“Seriously, you-” I shake my head to clear the fog caused by his stupid kiss.“If you carry yo

Chapter 47 Ettiene The silence that settled over the house after the front door clicked shut was absolute, heavy, and suffocating. I stood frozen in the center of the living room, my hand still half-extended toward the empty space where Desdemona had been standing only moments prior. On the coffee table sat the untouched glass of water I had poured for Molly, the condensation weeping down the sides, leaving a small, pooling ring on the dark wood. I looked at that glass, and for a terrifying second, my chest felt as constricted as the image of Molly falling played in his mind. The way her mother looked scared. How she had pushed him away. This time it wasn't just a slap on the hand or a simple shove to the side,no. the event had successfully caused a barier between them and i was not sure how to fix it. the image of her small, pale face, and the way she had clutched at her tiny shirt, the breathless, shallow gasps,played on a loop behind my eyes.I had seen the unmistakable shadow

MyraI stared down at the clipboard in my hands. The form was standard,a blur of routine medical questions, and blank lines demanding personal history.I retreated to a row of plastic chairs tucked into a dim corner of the waiting room, far enough from the front desk to avoid the nurse’s sharp gaze.I tapped the pen on the paper as I focused on the movement around me.If I could get past the locked doors as a patient myself, I’d be in the system.Sarah Vance. A fake address. A fake phone number.My mobile vibrated violently against my thigh again. I pulled it out, shielding the screen with my hand. It was him. Again.I declined the call without a second thought and fired off a text:Stop calling. I told you, I'm fine. If you want to be useful, tell me which floor they keep the archives for outpatient surgeries.I didn't expect an answer, but a second later, the screen lit up.Are you insane? If you get caught snooping around patient files, it’s a felony. I'm outside.My eyes snapped t