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A ROYAL ROMANCE Carrying the billionaire’s heir was supposed to be a miracle, or a blessing maybe. But for her, it became a curse. HE is Prince Raghav, cold and powerful, possessive and domineering. The heir to Shimla Kingdom and the CEO of RANA Hospitals. Love? Nah. He doesn’t believe in it. Emotions? He buried them long ago. Nope, he didn't even experience them. But when he returns from the States after eight years, he doesn’t expect a mere palace maid to shake his world. One night. One freaking sweet night. And she is pregnant… with his heir. The Queen wants it buried. His betrothed, Vidya, wants her gone. And the maid is forced into silence. But secrets don’t stay buried forever, especially when Prince Raghav’s cousin plots to steal the throne using her unborn child. Will the Prince discover the truth? Will she survive the games of the royal palace? Read now to uncover the passion, betrayal, and heartbreak in Dear CEO, I Have Your Baby!

“Isang fake na relasyon. Isang tunay na kilig. Paano kung ang puso ang unang bumigay?” Hindi inakala ni Luna Reyes na ang simpleng pagtatrabaho sa isang coffee shop ay mauuwi sa viral na love story—at hindi rin niya inakalang billionaire pala ang tinapunan niya ng kape. Enter Ethan Villareal—isang mysterious, drop-dead gorgeous CEO na may sariling tech empire. Sa isang maling akala at trending video, napagkamalan silang magkasintahan ng publiko. Imbes na itama ang lahat, may alok si Ethan: pumayag na lang sa fake relationship kapalit ng tulong sa pangarap ni Luna—ang sarili niyang café. Walang commitment, walang feelings. Acting lang. Pero habang tumatagal ang palabas nila, parang hindi na scripted ang mga ngiti, hawak-kamay, at titig. At kung dati, kunwari lang ang kilig… ngayon, parang totoo na. Sa isang mundo kung saan lahat ay pwedeng pekein, paano kung ang puso nila ang maging totoo?

To prepare for a baby, my wife, Daphne Sinclair, suggested we start working out together and keep each other accountable by tracking our daily step counts. While I was away on a two-week business trip, she ranked first on our Fitbit leaderboard every single night. Then one day, my neighbor suddenly sent me a video. The location tag showed it was filmed right in the parking lot beneath my apartment. "Bro, impressive. Your wife's even hired a personal trainer for her workouts now? That Maybach suspension really hits different." In the video, a pink sports bra I had never seen before hung from the driver’s side window. The car rocked rhythmically, accompanied by Daphne's restrained yet excited breathing. I dialed her number. "Where are you?" Her voice turned soft and coy. "On the treadmill, sprinting. Honey, I'm working so hard for our baby." "Really?" I chuckled. "You've worked so hard the entire neighborhood knows about it." Holding the phone, I said slowly, word by word, "Open the door. I'm bringing you a towel."

Pembantu di rumahku mengklaim dirinya sebagai wanita mandiri generasi baru. Setiap hari, dia mendorongku untuk menjadi lebih independen. Memintaku mencuci baju, memasak, dan merawat anak. Dia bahkan menyarankan agar aku bercerai dengan suamiku. Belakangan, aku menyadari bahwa dia ternyata seorang influencer. Tanpa seizin dariku, dia membuat serangkaian video yang menjelekkan diriku dengan tema "melatih istri manja," lalu mengunggahnya ke internet. Bukan hanya itu, dia juga mencuri perhiasan dan pakaian dariku. Setelah aku memecatnya, dia malah menyerangku di dunia maya dan menuduhku sebagai wanita yang membenci sesama wanita, tetapi bersikap baik terhadap lelaki. Lebih parah lagi, seorang penggemar fanatiknya berhasil menyusup ke rumahku dan memberiku racun pestisida dalam air minumku. Dalam kehidupan kedua, aku kembali ke hari di mana aku pertama kali mengetahui bahwa dia memiliki akun dengan jutaan pengikut. Kalau dia memang suka siaran langsung, aku akan membuat semua orang melihat wajah asli dari "wanita mandiri" ini.

One reckless night in Vegas left Elena Reyes with a poker-chip bracelet... and a secret daughter. Five years later, she's pitching her struggling agency to the ruthless billionaire CEO Damian Holt, unaware he's the stranger who once claimed her body and soul. When he signs the exclusive contract, their worlds collide: forced proximity, late-night strategy sessions, and a slow-burning attraction neither can deny. But danger lurks. Damian's ambitious brother Theo schemes to steal the company. A rival agency spreads vicious rumors. Elena's estranged mother resurfaces with blackmail demands. And anonymous threats target the one thing Elena would die to protect, her four-year-old daughter, Mia. As Damian notices the familiar bracelet and feels an inexplicable pull toward the child who looks too much like him, buried memories threaten to surface. Secrets unravel, alliances fracture, and old debts come due. Will Damian discover the truth before it's too late? Or will corporate betrayal, family lies, and a hidden video from that fateful night destroy everything? A sizzling billionaire secret baby romance packed with suspense, betrayal, forced proximity, groveling hero, and explosive revelations.

Gloria Sutton’s life ended in a single night. A leaked private video, a public rejection by her fated Alpha mate, Jaxson, and a banishment by her own father left her for dead in a car wreck on the edge of the lawless Shadowlands. She was supposed to die. But the Shadowlands don't kill the broken; they forge them. Rescued by Hunter and Arnold—two exiled brothers known as the most lethal mercenaries in the rogue territories—Gloria is offered a choice: submit and survive, or fight and conquer. Hunter is the brooding, dominant protector who wants to sharpen her into a weapon. Arnold is the chaotic, seductive killer who wants to unleash her inner beast. As Gloria transforms from a pampered princess into a warrior queen, she discovers that the rot in the Silver Moon Pack goes deeper than a sex tape. But her ex-mate Jaxson realizes too late that he threw away the true Luna, and he wants her back. Too bad. She doesn't want to be a Luna anymore. She wants to be the Alpha of her own destiny, with her two Beta mates by her side. Revenge is a dish best served with a side of bloodshed.

I was with Ivan Knowles for seven years. Despite the rumors that always swirled around him, he never gave me a reason to doubt his loyalty. He let me check his phone and even welcomed me to join him on business trips. I never found anything suspicious until our engagement day. The host had just shared how Ivan flew in my favorite white roses from abroad when the big screen, meant to play a video celebrating our seven years together, instead showed a hospital room. The cry of a newborn rang out. Ivan sat on the bed holding the baby. His secretary, Alba Lawson, leaned on his shoulder, wearing the same diamond ring as mine. Tearfully, she explained to me that it was a misunderstanding. "Alba is a single mom," Ivan excused. "I'm just helping her out as her boss. Don't make a big deal out of this." The room went quiet, everyone waiting for me to flip out. I didn't. Instead, I calmly slipped off my ring and handed it to him. "Of course not. I just wish you happiness."

My fiancé and brother hated me for ten years. They firmly believed I had bullied their beloved Linda Lowe. At my engagement party, they exposed my crimes to the world. "She's nothing but a bully who tormented her classmate!" In the viral livestream video, Linda smiled through tears: "I've already forgiven her." "What's done is done. The past is behind us now" She became an overnight sensation. Meanwhile, I was condemned by thousands, attacked with acid by fanatic fans, and in despair, I took us both down together. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my senior year of high school. Linda was pouring water over her own head while smiling, asking me, "Have you thought about how you'll apologize to me?" I lost it right there. Grabbing her by the hair, I dragged her into the bathroom, shoving her head into the toilet. "Let me show you what real bullying looks like. Since your mouth is so filthy, make sure to wash it clean before you go telling tales."

An employee blasted me on TikTok, accusing me of not approving her wedding leave. Ainsley Castillo ranted, "Our marriage rates are low; birth rates are low. It's all because of toxic capitalists like you! You won't even approve my wedding leave. In your eyes, am I just a workhorse? Not even a person? I believed your nonsense about building an all-women company and a women-friendly workplace. Now your true bloodsucking capitalist face is showing!" The video blew up instantly, and countless young people empathized with her hardcore. They piled on online, cursing me, even doxxing me and sending razor blades. As the boss, I went live and confronted her head-on. "Sorry, but I can't approve her wedding leave. She can quit and go through labor arbitration, or sue me, but her wedding leave is out of the question." The live stream exploded in views that day. Among the supporters for her, some claimed to be lawyers, offering to sue me pro bono. But Ainsley looked troubled. "I just want my wedding leave. I never thought about quitting, let alone suing her."

Noah sat beside me. He lit a cigarette. I didn't understand why I was here. But it was true, I'd almost forgotten about Anthony, replaced by fear and curiosity. "What are we going to do?" I asked. "I mean. You said you'd help me with my problem." "Your problem? You're just heartbroken. Not a serious issue. You just need to get revenge." "How?" Noah took a drag from his cigarette. He was handsome, but the vibe he gave off made me scared. "Send him the same kind of video he made with that other woman." "I have to hook up with a stranger just to get revenge?" This was a crazy idea. "No way." "Then just deal with it and accept the fact that you're not more interesting than your boyfriend's side chick." What the hell was that?! I wanted to get even, but I didn't want to do something insane. I grew even more agitated. My phone rang again. I looked at the screen. My mom was calling me. This was bad. She couldn't know I was with Noah, or she'd kill me.