BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET BABY のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The First Day at work. Olivia. I stood in front of the gleaming glass doors of Kensington towers, a skyscraper that dominated the upper East Side of the New York skyline. I looked up at the big building that I could bet had over Sixty floors with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Today was the first day of my new job as the secretary to Jake Anderson, one of the most influential billionaires in the world. Ofcourse everyone had heard of Jake or seen him in blogs and articles. He was well known for a number of things apart from his billionaire status.i had spent the past week and the whole of last night preparing for those day. I was certain I had read all the articles written about him in every site including gossip columns. He was a tech mogul with a reputation for both being ruthless and a visionary. According to Forbes, whatever Jake touched turned into gold literally. He was also known for his strict work ethic, demanding perfection from everyone that worked for him.

The Unexpected CallOlivia. It had been a few weeks of smooth running at my new work of place. I had not seen my boss in a few days he was always in meetings out of the office which made my work easier. Today was a big day for both my boss and the company. He was supposed to close a really big client he had been working on for the last two weeks.I wanted everything to work perfectly. The office buzzed around me, phones ringing, colleagues murmuring in hushed tones and the occasional hums and laughter all around me. It was an hands-on kind of Tuesday for everyone, we all knew how important this client was for Jake. I had finally finished compiling the agreement and was about to go to Jake's office and hand him the files when my office phone rang. Over the past one hour I had gotten some few calls from an unknown number that I had just ignored. If Jake spotted me on the phone while handling the agreement documents he would have been furious. I glanced at the screen and the regist

Flashback to the day she left homeOliviaMy eyes fluttered open as I slowly tried to take in the surrounding. This was definitely not my room or any room I was familiar with. My head was pounding hard as I tried to look around. That's when I saw him. A large body sprawled on bed right next to me. He seemed to be still fast asleep. I was about to take a closer look, when the noise of my vibrating phone startled me. I quickly got out of bed, still looking around as I tiptoed to the other side of the room careful not to wake the strange man. "Hello." I whispered into the phone, as I tried to collect my clothes that were scattered all over the floor."Where the fuck are you Olivia?" an angry voice was on the other side of the line. A voice I was too familiar with. A voice I was supposed to be marrying, Eric.That's when it dawned on me. Today was supposed to be my wedding day. "I am so sorry, I'm on my way." I lied.He didn't say another word, he hang up instead but I could feel

Rejection. Olivia. I watched as the trees passed by, the environment changing as we approached my father's house. Nerves getting the best part of me. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I should have probably atleast called to confirm that my father really wanted me here. I looked over at my son was peacefully sleeping next to me. He had no idea how much this place he was so excited to go, the people he was so excited to meet. How much they had hurt me. I was also still very skeptical to the fact that my father might still not accept him at all. "You can do this Olivia." i whispered to myself as the cab pulled up to the big black gates.For some reason the house looked even bigger than I had remembered it to be. "Wooow, you used to live here." my son's voice brought me back to reality as I saw his small face beaming with excitement as he looked around us."Yes, I grew up here." i said calmly as I opened the car door for him.I needed a few more minutes before I faced this peopl

Olivia. I stared at the open suitcase on my bed like it was a live wire, sparking, daring me to touch it. The zipper caught on the edge as if it, too, didn’t want me to go. I yanked it free and tossed in a blouse, a sleek black dress I bought three years ago for a wedding I never attended, and a pair of heels I hadn’t worn since I walked out of my father’s house for the last time five years ago.My hands moved faster than my thoughts. If I let myself think, if I let myself feel, I wouldn’t be able to do it. I'd call Jake and say, "I’m sorry, I can’t go. My son needs me. I’m not that kind of mother." And maybe I’d hear the polite sympathy in his voice twist into the subtle judgment that always came when people heard about my situation. Single mom. Kid needs surgery. New job. Messy life.But he had also made it clear he needed an assistant that was flexible to meet his needs at whatever time, and I had said I would be exactly that. And this was one of those times. And I needed this j