All Chapters of Eleven Months As My CEO's Wife: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The adoption agency's office was well- furnished, with the wall adorned with paintings of children and inspiring quotes. Photos of smiling children and families hung beautifully, creating an awesome setting. Mr and Mrs. Winthrop sat before the manager, their eyes filled with anticipation. “Sign this, sir,” The manager said, shifting a document containing all the information about the baby towards Mr. Winthrop. He took it and together with his wife, glanced through the details. Satisfied, he signed the document and handed it back.“Your baby will soon be here,” the manager said with a warm smile. Tears of joy welled up in Mrs. Winthrop's eyes as she gently squeezed her husband's hand, her heart beating with happiness. “Thank you, ma’am.” Mr. Winthrop said, his lips curling up with smiles. “Can we meet the birth parents?” He asked, his gaze fixed on the manager’s. “Em…I’m afraid that won't be possible,” the manager replied, shaking her head. “The parents have chosen to remain anonymo

Anthony arrived at the sitting room, and his anger boiled over. Victor, Grace, Jack, Victoria and Zoe, sat frozen, their presence igniting Anthony's anger. His stomach tightened with rage as he locked gaze with Amanda, who had lied to him that his business partner was waiting for him downstairs. Victor and Victoria had their heads lowered to the floor, too frightened to look up at Anthony. Anthony gnashed his teeth and strode past them to confront his security. “Simon,” he bellowed. Simon rushed over to him, a bolt of fear hitting him as he sensed Anthony's anger. Anthony's hand shot out, landing a resounding slap on Simon's cheek. Simon stumbled backward, struggling to maintain his balance. “Haven't I warned you never to allow the Mason's family or Victoria, not even Zoe to enter into this house,” he sneered, his lips shook with rage. Simon stood frozen, his hand clutching his cheek and his head lowered in fear. At that point, he regretted having pity on Zoe, who had cried and

The Mason's Mansion bustled with loud music as Jade’s birthday celebration unfolded. The aroma of different delicacies filled the air, and esteemed people from the upper class of the society were in attendance. Reporters could be seen at every corner, capturing the moment. It was really an extravagant birthday party for a 20 year celebration. As Jade climbed up the stage, her flowing blue gown shone beautifully, Benjamin leaned in to whisper to Isabella. “That's your sister-in-law, the celebrant?” Isabella smiled softly. “Yes, haven't you seen her pictures on my page?” she replied as she adjusted baby Max's head on her chest. “The make-up makes her look totally different,” Benjamin replied with a chuckle. Isabella had invited Benjamin over to the party so they could meet and talk after a long time, since she gave birth. Max had been a handful for her and hadn't given her the chance to visit him, and Benjamin on the other hand, had hesitated to visit her. As Jade took the micropho

At the Winthrops’ house. Mrs. Winthrop laid in the bed, her body shaking as she hid under the duvet. Mr. Winthrop sat beside her, little Maya on his laps, his face clouding over with concern as he watched his sick wife. “Don't you think we should go to the hospital?” Mr. Winthrop said, gently massaging his wife’s forehead. “I’ll be fine,” she whispered. “But you're running temperature,” his hand pressed against her forehead to gauge her heat.“It’s probably due to stress. Has Maya eaten?” Mrs. Winthrop replied, her voice weak.“Aima fed her already…..” Mr. Winthrop’s words paused as his wife jerked up from the bed, clutching her stomach and ran into the bathroom to vomit. “Ohhhh….” she groaned, bending over as she retched. “We're going to the hospital now,” Mr. Winthrop said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. He helped his wife rinse her mouth and grabbed his car keys. They left the room together, handing Maya to her nanny, Aima, before leaving for the hospital. At

Isabella couldn't tear her gaze away from Maya as Aima carried her away. A part of her felt an unexplainable bond with the baby. She wished she could carry her, but felt Aima wouldn't want to give the baby to a stranger. “Mrs. Isabella Mason,” Daisy called out, flashing a sweet smile at Isabella as she walked into her office. She seemed to notice Isabella’s mood was a bit off. “Is anything the matter?”“I just met a baby outside, and she looks so much like me,” Isabella said, her face twisted in confusion. Daisy let out a soft chuckle. “I also noticed the resemblance. I think it's normal to have someone who looks like you.”“It's not normal,” Isabella snapped, her breath coming in short gasps. Daisy’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Please, come take a seat, let's talk,” she took Isabella to the sitting room area of her office to settle down. “Daisy, I’m here because my baby was stolen after giving birth,” Isabella started, heightening Daisy's confusion. “What do you mean? Didn