All Chapters of The Cold CEO's Woman: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Anita Baker had just graduated from the university. At twenty-four, she was the eldest of six daughters. Her father worked as a banker, and her mother was a trader. Anita possessed a fair complexion, a beautiful figure, and noticeably curvy hips. Unlike her five younger sisters, who all had darker skin, Anita was fair. She resembled her mother, but many considered her even more beautiful. Her father sometimes accused her mother of infidelity, questioning whether he was truly Anita's father because of her fair skin. Her mother always remained silent on the matter, only telling Anita to disregard her father's words and assuring her that he was, indeed, her father. Mr. Baker had even threatened to conduct a DNA test to confirm Anita's paternity, unable to understand why she was the fairest of his children. Anita's younger sister, Flora, a dark-skinned twenty-two-year-old, also harbored resentment towards her. In fact, four of her sisters disliked her, with the exception of her younges

Mr. John smiled and replied, "My daughter studied business administration at the University of Nigeria." "That's excellent. Please submit her CV when she's available. I'm sure we have several openings for new talents like her. I look forward to meeting her," Mr. Taiye replied. "Father!" Liam quickly interrupted, his frown deepening. "You can't simply arrange a courtship without my consent," Liam said. His father smiled and replied, "I know, son. I'm merely trying to show my appreciation to Mr. John Patrick for his dedication and commitment to our company for over twenty years." Mr. John smiled and bowed slightly as he prepared to leave. "I'll take my leave now, boss. Thank you and congratulations again, Liam," he said, excusing himself. Liam sighed as he heard Mr. John's parting words. He walked with his father towards the exit of the meeting hall, and once they were near the door, he said, "Father, I don't appreciate what you just did. There are many other ways to compensate Mr.

Mrs. Tonia smiled faintly at Anita as she made way for Glory to pass with the tray of soup in her hands. Anita walked into the kitchen and didn't utter any word to her mother, but her face held a sorrow her mom understood well. "Anita..." Mrs. Tonia sighed and called her name. "What is it, Mom?" Anita asked and walked beside her mother. "I want you to know that your father really loves you, like the rest of your siblings, and isn't against your success," Mrs. Tonia replied and held Anita's hand in hers. "Hmph," Anita sighed. "I know, Mom, but I don't care about that. If Dad likes me, fine; if he doesn't, fine. I will always see him as my father, and that's all." "Anita..." Mrs. Tonia began. "Mom, where's the fufu?!" Flora stepped into the kitchen and interrupted them, as she eyed Anita and walked to the kitchen cabinet to meet their mother. "Mom, why are you holding Anita's hands and talking to her? Are you begging her for something?" Flora asked, as she crossed her arms aroun

Anita couldn't say anything more after their mother left them and walked back to the room to be with their father. She sighed and stared at Flora, who seemed worried, and they walked back to sit on the couch. "What do you think is the problem?" Esther asked Flora, and Flora shook her head and responded, "I don't know, but I'm worried it's something serious." They sat back on the couch, waiting for their father or mother to step out and talk to them. Anita sighed and walked back to her room, as she didn't know what the problem was either. She believed her mother would let them know about it, even though her father didn't want to. She had seen that her father was dressed to leave for work before receiving whatever news had made him devastated, and she prayed silently in her heart, "Let it not be that Father has lost his job." Anita murmured and walked into her room, feeling that her father's screams echoing in her mind had something to do with his office work. She sat on her bed a

"Hello, boss," Margaret hastily picked up the office line and answered the call. "Come into my office right away," Liam responded, and she gulped. Margaret swiftly rose from her office seat, dropping the phone line. She saw Bambam smiling at her as Bambam prepared to attend to the client sitting in front of her. Some clients stepped into Margaret secretary's office to see her, and she swiftly directed them to other staff working on the third floor to handle them, as she knew the new boss didn't like to be kept waiting. Margaret walked toward Liam's office door and knocked. Hearing his cold response, "Come in," she swallowed nervously as she opened his office door and entered his exquisite office. "What took you so long to respond to my call?" Liam questioned, continuing to type on his computer without shifting his gaze from the monitor screen, his fingers clicking rapidly on the keyboard. "I'm sorry, boss. I arrived late from lunch," Margaret replied, and Liam paused his typing