All Chapters of The CEO's Hidden Heiress: Pregnant with His Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

50 Chapters

The Inciting Incident

Two pink lines. I hold my breath, staring at the plastic stick in my hands. Waiting for them to disappear. Waiting for this to be a mistake. But they don’t. Instead they sit there, bright and damning, rewriting my entire future in two thin strokes.The bathroom is quiet except for the drip of the faucet I can’t afford to repair. My skin looks pale in the mirror, underlined with dark circles. Hollow eyes stare back at me from the cracked glass…thin lips pressed into a weary line. It’s me… and yet it’s not. How did this happen? Oh, gods. How did I let this happen? I already know the answer. It’s in a memory I’ve replayed far too often these past three weeks.The bar. The crowded space. His eyes. I squeeze my eyes shut and the memory rushes over me like a damn tidal wave.--- Three Weeks Earlier The bar smelled too loud. Too bright. Too crowded with people from a world I only knew existed through windows. Martha had dragged me here because she said I worked too hard. “You need a n

Everything Falls Apart

TWO WEEKS LATERThe morning sickness started three days ago ...I lean over the toilet ... throwing up nothing but bile. My body is like a traitor ... it wants to tell my secret. But I don't let it.When I finally stand up ... my hands are shaking. My face in the mirror looks like a ghost."Elena?" Martha's voice comes from the kitchen. "You will be late for work."I wash my mouth and walk to the hallway. She is standing by the small TV. She has a spatula in her hand ... and her face looks very worried."I'm fine," I say ... like always."You have been saying that for two weeks." She turns back to the stove ... but her eyes keep looking at the TV. "Look."I look at the TV. A news man is talking. There is video of a big glass building. "Voss Group's stock keeps going up under CEO Adrian Voss ... and people say his family wants him to marry a rich heiress ..."Then his face fills the screen.Adrian.He walks out of a building. Guards are all around him. His face looks like ice. The came

Forced Proximity

ONE MONTH LATERThe job at Voss Group was supposed to be safe.I told myself that every single day for four weeks. I sat in my small cubicle on the fourteenth floor, worked on data, kept my head down, and never looked up when the big executives walked past.I stayed quiet. Invisible. Careful.But today... everything changes.My supervisor calls me into her office.“You’re being reassigned,” she says. No greeting. No warning.My chest tightens. “What?”“Ms. Reyes from HR asked for you. They need extra staff on the executive floor.” She shrugs like it is nothing. “It’s temporary. Just one week. You’ll organize files for the merger.”My heart starts beating too fast.“I can’t work on the executive floor.”She looks at me like I just said something foolish. “You can... and you will. Unless you want to explain to HR why you are refusing a promotion.”Promotion...It doesn’t feel like one.She slides a new badge across the desk.“Twenty third floor. Eight in the morning. Don’t be late.”I p

Different Feelings & Things Get More Serious

Working in Adrian Voss’s office is hard to take. A special kind of hard.I have been here six days now. I fix his files. I answer his phone. I get his coffee. And all the time … I feel him watching me. Waiting. Waiting for me to make a mistake.But the hardest part is not him. It is her.Sophia Laurent is in his office again today. She sits on the edge of his desk. Her legs are crossed. Her laugh sounds like little bells made of glass. Every time she looks at me … her smile gets sharper.“Adrian, darling, does she really need to be here?” She waves her hand at me. Her nails are perfect. “We are having a private talk.”“Elena stays,” Adrian says. He does not look up from his computer. “She is my assistant.”“Temporary assistant,” Sophia says. “I heard she came from some agency. She is not right for executive work.”I keep my face calm. My hands do not shake on the keyboard. But inside … my stomach is turning.“She gets things done,” Adrian says. “That is all I need.”Sophia looks at me

The Pivotal Turning Point

Victoria Voss arrives at exactly nine o’clock.She is a smaller and colder version of her son ... her silver hair is pulled back tight ... her suit looks sharp enough to cut glass ... and her eyes look at everything like it is not good enough.I am at my desk when she walks in fast ... her assistant follows behind her with a small computer. She stops when she sees me."You are new.""Yes, ma'am."She looks at me from head to toe. "Young ... pretty. I hope you are good at your job.""I try to be, ma'am."Her lips press together. She starts to say something else ... but then Adrian's office door opens."Mother." His voice sounds calm ... but I hear the warning hiding under it. "Come in."Victoria moves inside without looking at me again. The door closes ... and I let my breath out.For the next hour ... I work while I hear voices talking behind the door. I hear small parts ... wedding ... merger ... timeline ... suitable heir. Each word makes my chest feel tight.When the door finally o

The Cover

Sophia's eyes narrow. The room is smaller than it was a moment ago."I put a question," she says, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "What is going on?"Adrian steps in before I can speak. He comes between us, not too fast. Not suspiciously. His expression changes from the rough, defenseless man of a moment before to the CEO. The mask is armor-like.Adrian says, "Elena has some bad news." His voice is calm. Controlled. "Her grandmother is sick. She was in a state. I was giving her time to get herself together before she returned to work."Sophia looks at me. Her eyes are sharp. Calculating."Is it so?" she asks me.I swallow. My hand drops from my stomach."Yes," I say. My voice trembles, and that is to my advantage. "Martha—my grandmother—she fell this morning. I just got the call."Sophia's gaze flicks to Adrian. Then back to me. She is not stupid. I can see her testing the tale, seeking fissures."Why do you have your hand on your stomach?" she asks.My heart stops.But Adria

The Watcher

Three days pass.. I return to work. I keep my head down. I didn't look at Adrian.But he looks at me.I can feel his eyes on my back as I pass his office. When I place files on his desk without looking at him. When I pick up his phone in a low, professional voice.He is watching. Waiting.On the fourth day, I experience morning sickness at my desk.I make it to the bathroom just in time. I sit on the cold tile floor and lose all that I had eaten for breakfast. My body shakes. Sweat drips down my face.When I finally stand, the woman in the mirror looks like a ghost.I rinse my mouth, pour some water on my face, and head back to my cubicle.Adrian is standing there."Where have you been?" he says."Bathroom.""For twenty minutes?""I was sick."His eyes narrow. "You were ill yesterday, and the day before.""I have a stomach condition." I sit down at my desk. "The doctor said it will pass.""What sort of condition?""Does it matter?" I start typing. "I am doing my work. That is all you

The Competitor.

The next morning, I arrive at work determined to be invisible.I wore a loose black blouse, which is a size bigger, and flat shoes. My hair is drawn back. No makeup and Nothing that could attract attention.I manage to do it in three hours.Then she walks in.Sophia Laurent does not enter a room. She invades it.Her dress is tight and white. Her heels are so high they can break an ankle. Her blonde hair is in perfect waves. She has a small bag that is likely to cost more than a year of rent.She stops at my desk."You," she says."Good morning, Ms. Laurent.""Where is Adrian?""In a conference. He is to be out in twenty minutes."She gazes at my desk. At my computer. At me. Her eyes are the color of cold water."Twenty minutes," she repeats. "Then I will wait in his office.""I have no right to admit anybody to his inner office without his permission." Her smile is sharp. "I am not anybody, I am his fiance."The engagement is not yet announced, I say to myself.Her smile freezes. "Wh

The performance

I canceled the dinner.Not by text. I called him. I told Adrian I was sick. I said I had a fever. I said it could spread, so he should not come close to me.He stayed quiet for a moment. Then he said, “You are lying again.”“I am not. I threw up three times today. Do you want proof?”Another silence. “Fine. We will pick another day. This talk is not finished.”“I know.”I ended the call before he could say anything else.The truth was simple. I was very tired. The baby was growing, and my body was finding it hard to keep up. I slept many hours, but I still woke up tired.But I could not stop working. I needed the money. I needed the insurance. I needed to stay hidden.So I went to work....Monday MorningI got to work at 7:45 AM. The executive floor was empty. Very quiet.I sat down and opened my bag. Inside, I had crackers, ginger tea in a flask, and my prenatal vitamins. I hid the vitamins inside an old bottle that said “Iron.”I took one vitamin. I drank some tea. I ate two cracke

First To Break

In the coming two weeks we had to tread very carefully... to avoid and lie.I got there early, left late, and didn’t stay in one place for long. I used the hidden restroom for my breaks, ate my crackers in the storage closet, and had my computer screen as my focus when Adrian passed my desk. Buh he was watching me more closely now... and I couldn’t pretend that I didn’t notice.It started with little things. He began to stand in the doorway instead of behind his desk... and his eye was on me when I went to the printer or the break room. He had me bring in files which he had access to himself... and he watched my hands as I passed them over. He brought up topics that went nowhere... just to keep me in his office for a few more seconds. Also... at the drop of a hat he would look at my stomach. For a second only... but it was long enough to make my heart race.Tuesday, 9:07 AM.As I was going over a set of merger docs which had arrived that morning... Adrian came to my desk out of the bl

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