Novel & Cerita Accidental Pregnancy: My Ceo Husband Bought My Innocence

I am excited that we are finally pregnant again…. Max I can’t believe you are not upset… I would never be upset with you about being pregnant…. When you said you were pregnant last time I knew you couldn’t really be pregnant unless you cheated… I used condoms right after the babies…. I knew you wouldn’t cheat on me so I found something fishy… Max you are so adoring …. How are things going at the office…. Things are finally running smoothly since we fired the Human Resource Director and his accomplice… We were able to prove that his accomplice was the one behind the accident…

I sat on the edge of the bed, still wrapped in my towel, staring blankly at the headline on Andre’s phone, replaying it over and over in my mind like a cruel joke that kept reinventing its punchline. **Billionaire Julian Williams Impregnates Former Foster Child. Secret Ties Exposed.** There was no place to hide from it. My past, cracked open. My present, under siege. My unborn child, pulled into a war it didn’t ask for. I dropped the phone and covered my face with both hands, forcing air into my lungs. Thirteen. They used a photo of me at *thirteen.* My voice cracked as I whispered to no one, "They want to break me."

Zachary dropped the drink that he was holding, he looked like a fish that was struggling to breath after jumping out of water. “You… you're married?” Amelia croaked out, “To… To Xander?” Her voice was shaking in disbelief. “That's right,” I replied sweetly, “While you were busy scheming, I was signing a marriage certificate. That's a win for me, right?” I shrugged, going closer to her to whisper, “You should have never messed with me, Amelia. You know exactly the type of person I am. I might have been a lovesick fool, but there is a reason I am the CEO of one of the most famous companies in the world. There is a reason why I am known as the eldest daughter of this family.”

Caleb said, tossing a stack of papers at me. "Sign these," he demanded. "We're done. I'm divorcing you. Maya is moving in, and you're leaving tonight." I fell to my knees, clutching his pants as I sobbed. "I'm pregnant! Please believe me!" Maya moved closer, standing beside Caleb. As I reached for him, begging him to listen, she shifted slightly, and I lost my balance, falling forward onto my stomach. I accidentally brushed against her as I fell, clutching my stomach in pain, but then she gasped dramatically.

The man before her looked familiar, she didn't think much before she remembered where they had met. For all the love of good things, her new boss was her husband, whom she signed a marriage contract with! "Shit!" She blurted out in shock. Perry Moore's head shot upwards at the cuss word. In all his many years as a businessman, he had never had a meeting with a new employee that started with a cuss. He raised a brow at the speaker; a dark brown head with hazel eyes stared at him like a deer trapped by a hunter, immediately, he recognised her as the woman he just married.

He was the CEO of a multi-million dollar company that deals in electronics and construction. She has only ever caught a glimpse of him from afar and the only time she has been in the same room with him was the day that led to her pregnancy. She could not go to Hannah and explain it to her. What would she even say? “Hi Hannah, I am pregnant for your boyfriend and I am planning to marry him for the baby's sake. It was you who sent me to his bed, remember?” Of course she could not possibly say that. This was why she was planning to go directly to his company. She was not too sure she would be let in as she was not a big name and had no connection to him and she possibly could not say that she w

We could not even celebrate our marriage anniversary properly. I parked my car in the garage. The front door is ajar Is Anthony home? I did not see his car parked in the garage. Faint noises are coming from the first floor. I go near to hear clearly. Muffled voices are coming from upstairs. I climbed up the stairs to check what is going on. Chanel’s annoying voice enters my ears. "Anthony I am carrying your baby. It is our child. The child we made, the symbol of our love." I heard Chanel was Anthony’s Ex-girlfriend. I cannot believe it. He told me he has broken off things with her but instead, he went ahead and knocked her up!

To learn the truth, not just about him, but about the bizarre situation that had somehow turned me into his accidental wife. Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and met his gaze. "Alright," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. "Let's talk." The billionaire offered a curt nod, a flicker of something akin to respect flickering in his dark eyes. He gestured towards the study door. "After you, Mrs. Reynolds." As I stepped past him, a strange sense of anticipation settled over me. This wasn't just about clearing up a drunken mistake anymore. This was about unraveling the tangled web of secrets surrounding the billionaire, Project Nightingale, and the truth about our unlikely marriage.

Molly frowned a bit and then a small laughter escaped her lips, “No, Abi. He is not. Hunter Levisay is the CEO. Did you meet Henry? Did he follow you here? Tell me and I will punch him in the balls.” “Henry is NOT Henry … but Hunter Levisay.” “What?” Molly was sure her friend had got some head injury. Abigail nodded looking at her friend’s shocked face, “Yes. That’s right. Henry IS Hunter Levisay. Henry IS the CEO. That day when I thought I am marrying a struggling model. I actually ended up marrying a CEO by mistake!”

Dad, however, stayed serious—troubled by the idea that I might have actually sold my body. “’Dad, calm down. No selling happened, okay?” I said before placing the mango inside the fridge. “The truth is, we attended an event hosted by my crazy boss. He paid me a lot for going with him. With the number of things he asked me to do, I deserve every peso.” There’s nothing wrong with telling Dad the truth. But this wasn’t the right time. He might think I’m lying—that I didn’t pretend to be Walter’s girlfriend, but instead danced in front of a bunch of men for money.