Alle Kapitel von Carrying Mr. CEO'S Child: Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 67

KevinI gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, the leather creaking under my palms. "You're playing a dangerous game, Aaron. If Des finds out you're planning to use this as leverage, he won't be as diplomatic as I am."He laughs. “Des is predictable. He reacts out of loyalty and impulse," Aaron said, shifting in his seat to face me completely. He rested his elbow on the window sill, propping his chin in his hand. "But you? You’re the wild card here, Kevin. You’re the one trying to clean up after everyone else's mess.""I'm just trying to survive the week, keep my friends close and do that without a criminal record," I muttered, taking the exit that led toward my apartment."If that's it then you're taking a pretty rough road" Aaron’s voice dropped forcing me to turn and look at him. "From where I'm sitting, it looks like you're craving a little bit of the chaos. Why else would you agree to go back to your place with me? You could have dropped me off at the hospital. You could h

EttieneDes had left the house early for her meeting with the board.She had asked me to join in, after all, I was supposed to be there but I had gently refused and avoided giving her any reasons. So I feigned illness as an excuse.I had grown tired of the entire thing. The company, my brother, my dad…..i just wanted it to end.I understood corporate war so well and god knows if i were young the hunger would still be there but now….i sigh. I don't want it. That leaves me with the question, what is it that I want?Molly stirred beside me pulling me out of my depressing thoughts. I turned my attention to her.“Hey there,princess."She laughs. “Dont call me that.”I lift her into my laps. “What do you want me to call you, then?”“Queen.” she says.“My queen.” I repeat with a head bow.She giggles while lifting my head. “I can't be your queen. You're my dad.” she continues laughing.My stomach twists and falls. I study her face calmly. “If your mom hears you say that she might kill me, d

DesdemonaThe bedroom door creaked open just an inch, letting a sliver of hallway light cut through the shadows of Molly’s room.Etienne stepped inside first, his movements so cautious it was as if he were walking on eggshells. I followed closely behind, my heart still fluttering with a mix of leftover adrenaline and overwhelming relief.We stopped beside the small bed. Molly was completely knocked out, buried beneath a pink duvet with her favorite plush bear tucked securely under her arm. A faint, rhythmic snore escaped her lips.Etienne stood frozen, staring down at her. In the dim light, I watched the realization wash over him all over again. His jaw softened, and his shoulders completely dropped. Slowly, he reached out, his large hand gently brushing a stray curl away from her forehead. He was so careful, treating her like the most fragile, precious thing in the world."Look at her," he whispered, his voice strained with emotion. "She has my nose. How did I not see that before?""

DesdemonaThe aroma of roasted garlic, rosemary, and seared ribeye filled the house, making the tension vibrating through the dining room a bit warm.Etienne had spent the entire afternoon playing chef. He looked remarkably relaxed which I had not expected as his father and brother were around. He sat at the head of the long table, with Molly in her booster chair to his right and me to his left.Sadly my mother, Myra’s mom and our dearest father, David couldn't make it. My mom said she was busy on a vacation and she refuses to be part of family drama. Myra's mom told me to never bother her again and David, let's just say he had better things to do.Across from me sat Etienne’s father, looking unusually quiet, his sharp eyes scanning the room, moving from face to face and repeating. Next to him was Jules, who looked thoroughly miserable. Probably still nursing a bruised ego from missing the big meeting, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.Further down the table sat Kevin, looking e