Pregnant Assistant To The Billionaire Ceo Novels & Stories

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

“Sit down. We need to discuss this.” “I’m not your employee, Damian.” I fold my arms. “You don’t get to order me around.” “Then consider it a negotiation.” His voice is smooth, clipped. “You’ll want to hear what I’m offering.” Against my better judgment, I sink onto the couch, mostly because my legs feel weak. He sits across from me, taking up too much space in my tiny living room. “Fine,” I snap. “Talk.” He steeples his fingers, every inch the billionaire CEO. “I’ll take care of your expenses. Medical bills. Rent. Living costs. You’ll want for nothing during your pregnancy or after.”

The man who walked out of my life without a word was ruling the business world, and I was just trying to keep my small fashion gigs afloat while battling morning sickness. I stared at the glowing screen, the image of Ethan's sharp jawline and cold eyes etched in my mind. It felt surreal, this powerful CEO, the man I barely knew, was running an empire. And here I was, struggling to keep my little designs alive, juggling swollen ankles and endless nausea. "Mia, how is he so… untouchable? I mean, I'm pregnant with his twins, and I can't even get a text back," I murmured, voice a mix of frustration and disbelief.

Creed I did a little research on my wife after our parents married us together. The media popularly knew her as the Goddess of the streets. I bet she was deep in the streets to earn that name, but that's none of my business. I am only going to use her family's resources to get what I want. I arrived at the hospital as soon as my dad ordered me. I will forever detest him for all he has done to me. Three months ago "Your wife is six months pregnant," my assistant informed me in the quarters they locked in me, on my father's orders.

I smile, and put my hands on my hips. "I don't think so. So we have a smart ass in the room then?" He asks sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah." I roll my eyes. "Anyway, I'm done for the day. Please call me if you need anything else. By the way. I hired you a new bookkeeper. She has a lot of experience, her name is Sarah. I gave her the same desk which belonged to the bookkeeper you fired." I explain and he nods. "Thanks, Gale I think that will be all for now. Anyway, I also better get going, I have supper at my parents house tonight. Airah is still away on her honeymoon in Paris." He says and opens the door for me.

"Aunt Patricia, Seraphina is—" "I'm the woman who turned your niece's P*******t board into reality," I say, stepping forward before anyone can defend me. Because I've spent twenty-six years learning to fight my own battles. "I'm the CEO of the most sought-after event planning company in New York. And yes, I'm pregnant. Which means I've spent the past six months designing florals and negotiating with vendors while growing a human being. If that's distracting, Aunt Patricia, perhaps you should examine why female excellence makes you uncomfortable." The photographer's flash goes off, capturing the moment.

The top story I see first flashes in bold across the screen: "Embryo Empress? Billionaire’s Baby Mama Accused of Orchestrating Her Own Pregnancy for Inheritance Scam" Attached to the whole headline and news is a photo of Athena leaving the clinic, looking very pale, and even more pregnant, probably taken weeks ago. ... Obviously the headline are twists her to look like a manipulative, scheming gold-digger. I clench my jaw and place my phone back on my ear. “You did this.” “Of course I did,” Richard says smoothly. “I told you, son------ protect the empire. She is just a liability and a vessel to carry my grandchild.”

And this applies to every of the 12 priests who stand as mediators between the goddess and the people. "And about father, how is he faring?" Leowulf asked. "He is well enough. He is even glad to know that in a few months time, he will be having a daughter." She replied smiling "But mom, you really didn't have to let him have a daughter, isn't he sharing more of his will with you?" "You don't understand it yet. You will understand the happiness of being a father when Mara gets you one." She said "Mother!" He cried from cringe.

" I know my timing sucks but I needed to ask you if you wouldn't mind another addition to our family... I'm pregnant with Tau Stone's baby. " I looked at her seriously "What? You are pregnant with my boss's baby?" ©#KCMmuoe

“We accelerate everything. The company launched. The patent filings. We make you untouchable before anyone even suspects.” I sank onto the edge of my bathtub, the reality crashing over me. I was going to be a mother. Alone. Elena knelt before me, as though she could read my mind, her eyes blazing. “You're not alone. And that baby?” She pointed at my stomach. “That's a Vaughn. Not a Blackwood. Remember that.” One Month Later. The penthouse elevator doors slid open, and I stepped into my new empire. Mine. No more gilded cages. No more pretending.