All Chapters of Carrying Mr. CEO'S Child: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MyraI forced myself to breathe evenly, keeping my face perfectly composed while the adrenaline screamed in my veins."Let me at least pay for a replacement," I said, gesturing to the ruined coffees on the table. "And maybe a dry cleaning bill?""Seriously, Myra, it’s fine," Aaron said with a light laugh. He slid back into the booth. "Occupational hazard. You should see what gets spilled on me during an ER shift. Coffee is a luxury.""Well, you're officially a saint," I replied, managing a smile.I kept the conversation going for a few more minutes, nodding along as he talked about his residency and the lack of sleep. The stolen pad of discharge summaries pressed against the back of my thigh. My heart drummed against my chest, afraid that the papers would slip or catch his eye if I shifted too quickly.When the waitress brought fresh coffees, I insisted on paying immediately, dropping the bill on the table before Aaron could even reach for his wallet."I really should run," I said, ch

DesdemonaMy next words died on my lips.I turned to him, my eyes wide, my chest constricting, my breathing becoing hitched. The anger that had been bubbling up inside me, the urge to scream at him for ruining my presentation, for humiliating me in front of the people who held my career in their hands completely evaporated. Slowly, my gaze dropped from his bloodshot, furious eyes to the crumpled manila folder resting on the polished mahogany table. "Open it," he repeated, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper.My fingers trembled as I reached out.I pulled the folder toward me, the cardboard scraping against the wood with a sound that felt entirely too loud.I flipped the cover back.My eyes scrambled across the page, trying to make sense of everything. Patient Name: Desdemona Vance.Procedure: Termination of Pregnancy.I stopped breathing. The financial charts on the projector screen behind me blurred into a smear of useless color. I stared at the paper, my mind spinning.Yes I ha

MyraThe drive to the hospital was pure torture. Every muscle in my body was locked tight, and my chest felt so constricted I was seconds away from a panic attack. Josh had forcefully taken the wheel after I drifted lanes and nearly sideswiped a sedan.“What if he’s already there?” I asked, my voice so shaky that the words barely formed.“Calm down, Myra,” Josh said, keeping his eyes on the road but reaching over to squeeze my knee. “We’ll figure things out once we see the situation at hand. Just breathe.”I nodded, and shut my eyes tightly.The moment Josh pulled the car into park at the hospital entrance, I flung the door open and rushed inside to the front desk.“Hello, I’m here to see Doctor Aaron,” I gasped out, gripping the edge of the high counter.The receptionist looked up, her expression filled with irritation. “Do you have an appointment?”“Yes, we do,” Josh stepped in, his voice firm.The woman’s eyes darted from Josh’s face to mine, then back again, studying us. “He’s not

DesdemonaI stood there, utterly paralyzed, as Kevin moved on the bed.The doctor’s eyes widened, the smug grin faltering for a split second before coming back. “If we had started here we'd be done by now.""Kevin, stop! You cannot be serious right now!" I hissed, grabbing his bare shoulder. His skin was warm, his muscles tense."He has the name, Desdemona," Kevin said, speaking calmly. He didn't look back at me. "And you need it. We don't have time to play good cop, bad cop, and clearly, traditional torture isn't going to work on a guy who is currently getting off on being abducted.""I am right here," the doctor chimed in, leaning his head back against the pillows. "And please, continue. The bickering is an excellent appetizer.""Shut up!" I snapped at the bed, before turning my full, panicked fury back to Kevin. "There are lines, Kevin! Lines we don't cross! You can't just... use your body for…this!"I shriek, waving my hands."Its a good chance for me to get off as wel.. It's been

DesdemonaThe ride to Myra’s place felt way too long,much longer than it actually was. The moment Kevin pulled into her compound, I jerked the door open, scrambled out of the car, and rushed to her front porch.Behind me, I heard Aaron say something, followed by a low, amused chuckle.I banged on the door a couple of times. No one answered.Aaron strolled up beside me, a smug look on his face. “Here, let me.” He leaned past me, punched a sequence into the digital keypad, and the lock clicked open.“How did you—?”He chuckled, stepping back to let me lead. “I did some thorough research.”I didn’t wait. I pushed past him and threw the door open.In the living room, the couch had been reclined into a bed. Myra and Etienne were curled up together, deeply asleep. Etienne’s head lay flat on Myra’s chest, her arms wrapped tightly around him. The sight of them made my blood run cold.“Waky, waky,” Aaron said loudly, stepping into the room and roughly shaking both of them at the same time. I j