Accidentally Pregnant For My Billionaire Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Clara's POVTaking up the broom, she began cleaning the living room. There wasn't much to do at this place; every day, even when no one was staying in the rooms, they were all cleaned.We had to tidy the bedroom next.Ivy reached over to the nightstand and grabbed up another magazine—this one was another of Derek's. "How is it possible that a guy looks like that, yet no one has ever tried to have his baby," she said.I said, laughing, "Are you still on that?""I mean, look at him. He is practically a Greek god. If I were those other girls, I'd get pregnant and trap him immediately." She laughed."We would have to become millionaires before he gives us a bit of his attention. He is hardly ever seen with a girl in the tabloids." I said.Unexpectedly, I noticed his images in one of my fifteen-year-old sister Katy's adolescent magazines, which she received every month and which were devoted to boy bands. He was the centre of attention for the tabloids. "Maddison must have the right idea,

"I think you are better off wearing the blue one ma'am," I said.Madison said, "Excuse me," as she turned to face me.Her companion and her helper both raised an eyebrow at me. I was probably fired for speaking out of turn at this point."I mean, a woman like you, the blue one perfectly highlights your curves. It shows your elegance, that you are different and not like the other girls. It says 'irresistible', you need to make him imagine what he could have. You will be the envy of them all." I was speaking while glancing at the gown. "Besides, black is last year's season," I said.She gave me a sidelong glance before focusing on her reflection in the mirror. As she tucked her hair behind her ear, she said, "I suppose you are correct."I merely stroked her ego.Madison said, "Maybe she should take your job," looking at her assistant.That was a close one, I sighed. Before any of us get into problems, I hope Ivy can remove the outfit. As fortune would have it, Ivy left the restroom.As

"This morning," was his response.Didn't individuals become weary of concocting tales about the lives of others?I had a feeling that my grandfather's name was all over this. I was aware of his methods."This is ridiculous, don't people have something better to do with their lives?" I said. Returning the iPad to him, I questioned, "Who is she anyway?""The obsessed girl who won't stop calling the office," he said."Great, another pathetic girl that probably needs to be sent to a psychiatric hospital," I said.My phone rang once more; it was my mom sending me another text. I believed that leaving your parent's house was the main goal for them to stop being around you.He said, "Mr. Pierce is here early, sir.""You can tell the receptionist to send him in," I said."I must warn you, sir, he isn't one of your problems you can just throw money at. That ground means a lot to him, you would have to convince him." He issued a warning.He was in his late fifties, based on what I have heard. T

Derek's POVThe chopper hovered 10 feet above, revealing the home of my parents, who reside in the upstate of New York.I could see the tennis court, the garden, and the swimming pool well; there were no people outside, only a few servants going about their business.I detested being at home because, unlike at work, where I felt strong and in charge, my parents attempted to regulate everything I did, and things didn't get any better when my grandmother sided with them.After selling his software firm for billions, Dad opted to diversify into smaller businesses and has essentially been retired ever since. He embodies the archetype of the wealthy white man who spends his days playing golf.At last, the helicopter touched down on the landing strip.After getting out of the helicopter, I took off my sunglasses.As I headed toward the home, Dad came over to say hello.He remarked mockingly, "If not for the son I forgot I had.""Hi, Dad," I said.He drew me into an embrace."Your mom is pret

Clara's POV"Your job there is only to clean and nothing else," he said.What else did he think I would do, I wonder."I will make sure that you are fired and that you never work here again if you do anything improper or disobey any of my directions. Do you understand?" He made a threat.I gave another nod."Now get to work," he commanded. He slapped me out of my thoughts with a clap of hands.He gave me the penthouse access card.We weren't permitted inside his apartment until we were cleaning; it had its own private elevator. I pushed the elevator button to reach the top floor of the structure.He owned almost 10 mansions in New York alone, so I'm curious why he was travelling here. I've heard that he hasn't visited in the last three years. Everyone was shocked by this.This was advantageous for me in another aspect as well since I wouldn't have to deal with him and would just be cleaning the apartment before leaving before he came.After a protracted wait, the elevator doors eventua