Novel & Cerita Pregnant Assistant To The Billionaire Ceo

Liam's POV: "What?" My mom and I yelled simultaneously. I stared at the unknown lady, my face immediately twists in disgust "Yes, you heard me right" the unknown lady replied, hands akimbo. This isn't my first time seeing ladies pinning a pregnancy on a guy just because of money. Sadly, I'm one of those guys because I'm considered to be the most wealthiest man in the whole of New York. And this situation has occurred more than once this month.

And the doctor had given her unexpected news. She slowly placed a trembling hand on her stomach. “I guess it will be just the two of us now.” Because she was pregnant. With Ethan Carter’s child.

Craig's Pov “Mr Gustavo is here to see you, sir.” My personal assistant Amelia says as she knocks lightly on my door. “Show him in” I don't look up to say it and go back to the media house report I have been perusing since I came into the office. The numbers are abysmal. The sales statistics over the past two months have dropped to an alarming low and I can't have that. “Good morning sir, you sent for me."

"I am. I’m pregnant with your child, Damian." Damian’s brows shot up. "Really?" he whispered. * * *

The penthouse was silent; it always was. Milo's tablet sat glowing on the counter, flooding him with a cascade of unread messages, documents, and investor updates. Most were things he could skim with his eyes half-closed. His assistant had already sorted the urgent ones and left the ignored ones. He scrolled, bored, as if he were checking for particular mail. Then a new notification slid across the top of the screen. He smiled; it was the one he was expecting. The mail came in anonymously, with no subject and no IP.

I pleaded, desperately peeling his hand off mine and swiftly walking away. As I hurriedly made my way towards the office I had been directed to, I couldn't shake off the nagging thought that if that guy was indeed a worker there, how could he afford such an extravagantly expensive car? Pushing the question aside, I made my way to the receptionist. "Hi I'm Nora Roberts, I was told to resume today" I said to the beautiful blonde lady who looked nice. She returned my smile and searched through some files as she spoke "Oh you're the new Personal Assistant to Mr Nathaniel Lockhart"

As I approach my doorstep, I see someone with a familiar back view, standing right in front of my door. Then a strong cologne smell hits me like it had just been applied This is James. “James!” He turns to me. “What are you doing here?” “Hi, Selena. I just came here to warn you.” He sniffles. “This is very dangerous for you and your baby. That’s if it’s even real.” “Wait, you think I’m faking the whole pregnancy thing? Why should I?” “There are a plethora of reasons to do this, Selena.” “Get the fuck away from my door.” I say with fury in my tone.

Mira's P.O.V The storm outside mirrored the storm inside my chest. Rain lashed against the wide glass windows of the De Silva estate, each strike echoing like a warning. The mansion was lit, but instead of warmth, the lights only cast long shadows that seemed to grow darker with every passing second. I stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed over my swollen belly, trying to steady my breathing. Seven months pregnant. Every step, every decision I made wasn’t just for me anymore...it was for the tiny heartbeat inside me.

I greeted softly and her eyes met mine as she looked up and gave me a warm smile. “Hello miss…” she trailed off. “Alessia,” I said and she nodded. “Miss Alessia, welcome please take a seat.” She pointed to the chair in front of her desk. “Do you have an appointment?” She asked with a polite smile. “No, but I want to know if there’s any free sperm donor. I want to have a child and time is not really on my side.” My voice was tinged with sadness towards the end and even if the nurse noticed it she didn’t react.