Todos os capítulos de The Magnate's Pregnant Nurse: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Chapter 1Maitê picked up a drink at the bar of the sophisticated nightclub her wealthy friend had dragged her to that night. She walked slowly among the high-society crowd, conversations revolving around business deals and international trips.She definitely didn’t belong in that world.“This isn’t exactly what I’d want… but I wouldn’t mind it at all if I had enough money,” she thought, laughing quietly to herself.The smile faded instantly. Among so many well-dressed people, one man stood out in an almost absurd way. He was taller than most, with broad shoulders. His presence dominated the room.Someone carrying a briefcase hurried after him, looking distressed, as the man walked toward the bar… straight to the spot where Maitê was standing.“Sir… sir, please,” the other man insisted, nearly tripping over his own feet.The man sighed, clearly irritated, at the limit of his patience.“Enough, Ângelo. I’m not signing that document. If I do, I’ll end up hanging myself,” he said, runnin

Chapter 3The automatic gates of the Valença mansion opened with the driver’s remote. Rafael stepped out of the car without waiting for the driver to open the door. His jacket was left on the seat beside him, and his tie was in his hand.As soon as he entered the hall, he heard hurried footsteps on the stairs.“Dad?”He looked up at his son, Daniel, who was coming down while adjusting the watch on his wrist. He was dressed in formal clothes, with his white coat folded over his arm.“Even on a Saturday?” Rafael asked, removing his own watch and placing it on the marble console table.“I’m a doctor, Dad. I have to do my shift.”Rafael let out a soft sigh and crossed his arms.“Who’s going to be CEO when I die?”Daniel raised an eyebrow as he descended the last few steps.“You still have many years ahead. You could have more children.”Rafael frowned at his son.“Funny guy.”His son smiled, stopping in front of him and studying him carefully.“Where did you come from with your tie in you

Chapter 5He crossed the room in a hurry. With his large hands, he wrapped them around her waist almost desperately, needing to confirm she was real. He lifted her off the floor effortlessly, pressing her body against his, her breasts crushed against his broad chest.First, he looked deep into her brown eyes. Long and hard. Then he kissed her with urgency. He was starving, wanting so much more of her. His mouth claimed hers fervently, his tongue invading and exploring with skill.Maitê moaned against his lips, burying her fingers in his dark hair as she matched his hunger.His cock hardened instantly, pressing painfully against the fabric of her panties. Rafael growled low in her throat, completely crazed for her. That one night had only set his body on fire even more, instead of satisfying him.Her skirt had ridden up to her hips, revealing the thin black lace panties.With one firm hand on the back of her neck, keeping her glued to his mouth, the other slid between their bodies. He

Chapter 7She sighed deeply as she entered the old building, the smell of mold mixing with the aroma of bean stew while she climbed the narrow stairs.The elevator had been broken for weeks again, so she went up the steps slowly, her leg muscles still weak from what had happened at the hospital.“Almost there.”On the fourth floor, as if he had radar, the door to apartment 402 opened before she even reached the landing.The neighbor who always seemed to sniff her out like a dog in heat stepped out and leaned against the doorframe. He was wearing only a worn gray boxer brief, his belly slightly protruding, arms crossed to show off his cheap gym muscles.“Hey, kitten. Want to fuck today?” he said with a smile he thought was irresistible.Maitê stopped for a second, looking him up and down with pure disgust. His body was in shape, sure: shaved, artificially tanned, poorly done tattoos on his arms. But the main detail was missing. The one that really mattered.“It looks like you don’t hav

Chapter 9On Monday, Maitê stopped in front of the mirrored building that reflected the city sky. The headquarters of the Valença Group was even more imposing in person than in the economic reports that sometimes appeared on the hospital television.She took a deep breath.She wasn’t wearing designer clothes. No famous-brand heels. But she was well dressed. A discreet business dress, hair neatly tied back, and light makeup.She went in.The marble in the lobby shone from being so clean. Men in suits hurried past.The receptionist slowly raised her eyes. Her gaze was quick, assessing, and judgmental.“What can I do for you?”The tone was cold.“I have a meeting with Mr. Valença at 11.”The woman frowned. She looked her up and down, lingering on the simple shoes and the bag without a famous logo.“Your name?”“Maitê Fernandes.”The receptionist blinked once, surprised. She checked the system. The name really was there.Still, she seemed not to believe it.“Wait a moment.”She typed some