Lahat ng Kabanata ng Oh No! Mr CEO Is The Father Of My Kids: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

JOSEF.Sitting in front of the mirror, Kayla combed through her blonde hair with sighs occasionally leaving her lips. She’d just told me she loved me seconds ago and I wonder why I couldn’t say it back. I watched her eyes dim because of my silence, her lips parting to ask the question that never came out—“Why was I never enough?” But it was a lot more complicated than that. Because I wanted to say it back, in fact I was in love with her too.But for some reason, my tongue got caught in my throat. She looked up and her almond-shaped eyes caught mine. She was everything, I thought. Everything I always wanted. And I knew she had a hard time growing up, being constantly compared to her sister, she’d told me once that she was sad because she was never enough. It was draining, being in Seattle.A place that reminded her of things she wanted to forget which was why I brought her out here so Kayla could have a breath of fresh air in Milan, a place I was privileged to call home. I had brough

HAZEL.The wave of familiarity flooded my face as soon as I stepped inside Agnes’s apartment, alongside a stench of dust entangled with the nostalgia of home. The keys barely dropped from the locks as I took my bags in my hands but with tears in my eyes, I halted.There was a large photo hanging in the hallway of Agnes—when she'd been honored for passing whatever nursing exam that was. But it was not the certificate in her hands that caught my eye, it was her smile. The large grin that never left those lips until the moment she passed away. And as I took her next steps, I was drawn to that particular picture. Down the couch, past the dining table until my fingers brushed against the edges, and immediately, I was whisked into a memory that forced its way back to me and it was from seven years ago—the very first day I’d come to this place. I stood in front of the door for a long minute and I could remember how nervous I felt until the doors pulled away, perhaps Agnes had seen me throu

EVELYN."You can see him now." The receptionist called my attention, leading me to Dylan's ward. I pushed open the door to find his doctor waiting for me."Hi, you must be...""Evelyn." I muttered. I figured since it was the first time he was seeing me here, I would introduce myself. He nodded before carrying on with the files in his hand. "Go ahead," I said. "Well, I don't have the best news." He started off."The size of his tumor is increasingly large and a portion of it is pressing into the sensitive parts of his brain, loss of consciousness amongst even worse memory issues and speech defects, could be symptoms that could surface over the next few days." The doctor said, slipping his hands into his pockets while maintaining eye contact."Dylan is in immense pain but he has made it clear where he stands with his options so I'd advise that you accustom yourself to the inevitable." He added and a scoff escaped my dry lips. "And what is that? Say goodbye?" I asked, folding my arms ac

HAZEL.With my eyes set on the open cabinet, I heaved a sigh before pulling away. And rather than coming back to the living room with a fresh cup of tea, I had in her hands a bottle of leftover booze instead which I passed across to Blake.He collected it but with an unsure scoff."Haven't done much shopping since I arrived. You're going to have to manage that." I sniffled through my nose before running my hands through her hair. Blake darted his eyes around the empty room and there was a brief moment of silence between us.I sank into the couch right across from him and our eyes locked as he sipped a mouthful of the alcohol. "How long have you been here?" He had a hint of judgement in his voice which I recognized and didn't appreciate."Look, I need you to leave. You said tea and I don't have coffee." I got defensive, standing up to cling to the curtains, from where I could see that the heavy snow had now picked up in a storm. I pressed my feet against the ground and clicked my tong

NICHOLAS.The sound of my alarm blared through my ears, forcing me to jolt awake."Fuck this.” I cussed beneath my breath. Somehow that had become my morning mantra. I stepped out of bed and slipped into my routine. From brushing my teeth to having a shower, dressing up for work and then walking outside with my briefcase in my hand to find my driver already waiting by the Mercedes.The hotel wasn’t so far from my house so after about half an hour, we usually arrived. Marcus would pull up the car in the spacious driveway and I’d get out of it, walking up the stairs straight to my office. Today was no different.Except when I opened the doors, I was met with Harry’s face with a worrisome expression plastered on it. "I got your message" He said. I kept walking towards the elevator while he attempted to catch up with me."About a meeting?" Harry said in a questioning tone. I walked into the elevator and so did he. For a moment, there was a brief silence. "You don't look alright, sir." Har