Pregnant Assistant To The Billionaire Ceo Novels & Stories

Rissa couldn't respond; she just nodded in affirmation, feeling stupid for not sensing any betrayal vibe from Diane, whom she trusted way too much. "I trusted her. I felt guilty keeping my pregnancy from her, but my instinct knew better," Rissa said at last. "Now we both know better," Adrian said with a deep breath. "If you feel the need to take legal action against us, at this point, I won't hesitate to cooperate and help you," Adrian offered. Rissa scoffed loudly “Who are you to help me, hun? The president," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Adrian laughed heartedly “Well, I am not the president, but not to cause further misunderstanding, I wouldn't want you to find out the wrong w

They are at the top of the media in the whole of America and they control several production companies as well. "Mom, are you sure our plans will not be disrupted?" Lily asked her mother worriedly. "Don't worry yourself. We have everything under control and don't forget. We have more than half of the shareholders supporting us. Do you think we can still fail?" May said. Her voice dripped with confidence and pride. She had waited all her life for this moment. "Okay. But, how did Luke manage to find that Bella? We could have been married by now.! Well... He is still my fiancee whether he likes it or not. I won't let him go." Lily said while looking at a mirror she took out of her purse.

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."

Sophie held Anastacia’s hand. Sophie looked at Ethan. “The first trimester is a very delicate stage for a pregnant woman, you have to take care of her. She mustn’t have stress. Tiring activities are a no for pregnant women.” Dylan, who just came back from the bedroom, asked, “Who is pregnant?” “Moriah,” Anastacia answered in a bubbling manner. Dylan patted Ethan’s shoulder. “Congratulations, brother - in - law. The baby will be my godson.”

Lauren sat at her desk in Orchid Enterprises’ sleek Singapore office, the city’s skyline a glittering distraction through the glass walls. Five months pregnant with Alex’s child, she’d transformed into a sharp, confident executive assistant, her dark-dyed hair and tailored blazer masking the scars of her past. Yet, the gossip magazine Priya showed her yesterday—Alex in his wheelchair, holding hands with Melissa, the headline Billionaire’s Girlfriend Is Pregnant—had fractured her resolve. The image of Melissa’s smug smile fueled her rage, her vow for revenge against Alex, Melissa, and Dan burning hotter everyday she thought about it.

I kept repeating this in my mind when Iris held my hand and handed the bouquet to me with her tiny hands. I took that bouquet from her hand and then looked straight ahead. My eyes widened when it went on the person. My anticipation came true. He was standing in front of me. "Aana, he is mr. Aaron the CEO of Aa international company and one of the top billionaires of INDIA. he is the owner of this NGO" Aunt Jennifer said introducing my rejected CEO. My heartbeat was beating fastly and next thing I knew that I started feeling dizzy. Before I would fall on the ground, two strong arms saved me and my baby. I looked at him with my dizzy eyes and then closed it… darkness soon consumed me.

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?"