บททั้งหมดของ THE CEO’S DIRTY SECRET: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

STELLAI kept pacing the living room back and forth, back and forth for about an hour now, chewing on my nails. My thoughts went back to Sheila.No matter how many times I try to tell myself she’s a grown adult, she could make her own decisions herself. It didn’t stop the sick feeling in my stomach. Logan wasn’t good for her. She was far too better for trash like him.But how was I going to fix this without losing her completely? Because she wasn’t even talking to me anymore.Oh God. I ran a hand through my messy hair.James sat across the couch, switching from one cooking channel to another. He wasn’t even watching it. For a moment I saw a smirk on his face.“You know, baby,” he started, “you’re going to wear a hole into the floor if you keep pacing like that, Stell.”I shot him a look. “You know I can’t help it. She’s my best friend. I can’t just sit back and watch her throw herself into a disaster. She has saved me so many times in the past this was my chance to pay her back.”He a

STELLA I sat behind James' desk when I received a text. I picked up my phone to check it-it was from Sheila. My heart skipped a beat. I had a strange feeling this wasn't going to end well after what happened with Logan. Throughout that morning, I kept pacing around James' office, chewing on a pen. His words kept replaying in my head: "You can just fire him." Oh God, why did I agree to it? It was supposed to be a joke. Oh God, oh God. I was panicking, but I tried to stay calm and look on the bright side. Maybe I was overthinking it. I sat in front of Sheila in our usual spot at the café. She just looked at me no emotion in her eyes. The woman who had been my best friend for years now looked at me like I was a stranger. She didn't look like herself. She looked unkempt, her hair a complete mess. She looked like she hadn't been sleeping. The silence between us was thick until she finally spoke. "Tell me you weren't behind it," her voice was hollow. "Tell me you didn't have anything

BRAD Was I not making his life miserable enough? I clenched my fists as I pretended to browse through some of the rings the store had on display. James was going all out. He kept talking to the lady who stood behind the counter; he was looking for the most expensive one. I just watched as she brought out different kinds of rings, but the ring that caught his eye was a simple yet elegant silver band crowned with a single diamond that caught the light with every tiny movement. It wasn't overly flashy, but it had a quiet kind of beauty to it. "I found it," he said with pride as he examined the ring. I forced a smile walking toward him. "Don't you think you should go for something more expensive?" His eyes were still on the ring. "That's what I wanted to go for, but I think Stella would prefer this." "Then..." I said, parting his shoulder. "It's beautiful." He got the ring boxed and we were out of there. Throughout the car ride back he kept checking the ring; I saw how happy and ne

STELLA The news hadn’t fully sunk in. Even with it being said I was pregnant. Actually pregnant. There was a life growing inside of me. I hadn’t told anyone yet, not even James. I wanted to tell Sheila so badly, but then she stopped talking to me, and I wasn’t even sure if we were still friends. The thought of it made me so sad. But instead of dwelling on thoughts that would drain me, I threw myself into something else—helping James’s mom prepare for Christmas. James had told me how much she loved throwing Christmas parties. The house smelled like a candy store cinnamon and vanilla and soft holiday music played in the background. Christmas was in two days, and her house was completely decorated like a scene out of a Christmas movie. “Stella dear, would you please pass me the mixing bowl?” James’s mother said, her sweet voice snapping me back to reality. “Oh yes, of course,” I said softly, quickly passing it over. I’d been spacing out ever so often, and I wasn’t sure what was caus

STELLAIt was finally Christmas.The entire house was decorated in gold and red, and I made sure our room looked like Santa’s workshop. The scent of roasted turkey floated in the air.Lights were coming from everywhere, and as much as I loved spending time in James’s mom’s place, I kinda missed the penthouse. But she begged us to sleep over and wake up as one big happy family.All through last night, I couldn’t sleep. I kept tossing and turning. Today was the day I would actually tell James about us having a baby. I didn’t know how the hell he was going to react, but right now, I was only hoping for the best.I watched him sleep he looked so peaceful. I didn’t know how it was possible for a man to not only be handsome but also beautiful. I couldn’t stop myself; I ran a hand down his face. “I can’t believe you’re mine,” I whispered.“I’ll… always be yours, princess,” he said, eyes still closed, his voice sleepy.Slowly, he opened his eyes. “Merry Christmas, baby,” he murmured.“Merry C