Pregnant Assistant To The Billionaire Ceo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I have a few meetings this morning. I’ll be back early. If you need anything, call me. If you can’t reach me, call Aaron.” I raise an eyebrow. “You’re assigning me a babysitter?” “I’m making sure you don’t pass out on the bathroom floor again.” I open my mouth to argue, but he keeps going. “I’m also getting you an assistant.” I stop mid-bite. “I’m an assistant.” “And now you’ll have one.” “That’s ridiculous. An assistant doesn’t need an assistant.” “This one does.” He finishes his coffee and sets the cup down. “You’re pregnant, you’re dealing with enough shit, and I’m not interested in watching you try to do everything yourself until you collapse again.”

The room quieted anyway. "Good morning. My name is Amelia Carter Vale. I built this company. I am the chief executive of it. I am the majority shareholder of it. And I am a wife, a mother, and a woman currently in the second trimester of a pregnancy. I would like you to note the order in which I chose to describe myself. It matters." I let that sit in the room for a beat.

She had to do without a support system, Victor and Carly just wanted their baby to be born without thinking about Ruby. "Rubyjane." Ruby gasped as the waiter came and called her name, she just nodded as her message was delivered. "Argh! Help!" the pregnant woman in front of her suddenly shouted for help. Ruby looked left and right, and no one was moving. With no choice, Ruby quickly left her desk and approached the young woman who was enduring the pain. "What can I do to help?" asked Ruby, who was also confused. This was the first time she had experienced such an unexpected event.

As Trixie rubbed the pregnant mom's tummy gently, Trisha stated her request. "I don't want to continue my contract with my client. Can you help me, please?" Her mom passed away, Trisha didn't have any more reason to continue the contract with Mr. Vero. And she did not want him to know she was having babies. Remembering how Chloe Vero spoke to her, the service girl was scared of how the old Vero couple was going to react. Possible scenarios are; they would ask her to abort the baby. Or keep the babies but take them away from her after birth. Either of which Trisha was not willing to do. So she was thinking no one from the Veros should know about her condition, about the twin babies in her wom

"If you're even thinking of making me let you work with my assistant, you can dream on." "Argh! Come on." Devon did not see that coming. "Aren't you supposed to celebrate? You should give me thousands of your employees if I asked for one. Every other company had been eyeing this new idea for so long." Kendrick shook his head and chuckled. Indeed, it was a very tempting offer. One he wouldn't think twice before grabbing. "You're beginning to make me think you're somehow interested in her." Devon raised an annoyed brow. "You have a pregnant wife for speaking out loud."

The baby, or the idea of it, stayed quiet inside the larger fight. At six fifty the elevator opened. Richard stepped out alone. No assistant. No Margaret. No Emma. He looked older than he had in the hearing room, the lines around his mouth deeper. Security remained in the hallway with the door open. Casper stood near the counter but did not interrupt. Richard spoke first. “You requested this meeting. I’m here.” “Your assistant forged my name and Casper’s on a request for expanded genetic testing,” I said. “He used an apartment paid in cash and then left the city. You signed an affidavit supporting Emma’s attempt to take medical control of this pregnancy. I want to know why.”

"We also have a video call with Dr. Ruiz this afternoon. The triplets need you to be calm, Elena." ​Valeria placed both hands on her belly, which was already looking a bit rounder. ​"I feel like everything is too good to be true," she confessed. "Damien, you, Raúl, Marco... why do you help me so much? You barely know me." ​Lucía sighed and looked out toward the sea in the distance.

I said, ready to leave but instead , he held my hands, “ one more drink?’ **************** Another day in the lopez office, and just as every other weird day , that turns out to be one hell of a crazy day, asher wasn't here and for the first time, i was looking forward to seeing him, he hasn't said anything, every since we entered the hospital, i haven't heard from axel either. Filing up some documents submitted, my curiosity strides back to yesterday night, as a question I had wanted to ask so badly flashed through my thoughts. In the lobby sat the only person who could give an instant answer with a touch of spice. “ what’s up mami, you look nice’’ as always she beams at me, then forks

"Melissa!" "Sidney," I nod. "When do we stop with the formalities?" she asks. "If I remember correctly, I used to be your lady." She taps her finger on her chin. "I have formalities for those who deserve them. I’m no longer Richard Hart’s secretary. In fact, I’m a millionaire now." "Ah, the nouveau riche..." She rolls her eyes. I laugh, tapping my fingers on the marble countertop. "What do you want, Sidney?"

Machines beeped softly nearby while Elena lay weakly against the pillows after hours of tests. Damien stood near the window speaking sharply into his phone. “She needs the best specialists available.” Silence. Then colder— “I don’t care how much it costs.” Elena watched him quietly. This wasn’t the Damien the world knew. This wasn’t the untouchable billionaire calmly controlling everything around him. This was a man unraveling because of her. Because of the baby. The realization hit deeply. A doctor finally entered the room holding a file. Damien turned instantly. “How is she?” The question came too fast. Too desperate. The doctor looked serious. “Miss Hart is under extreme stress.” Damien’s