Pregnant Assistant To The Billionaire Ceo の小説・ストーリー

she rasped. “I can’t pay you. You know I can’t.” “Your little husband is a billionaire. Billionaire,” she spelled it out. “You don’t get to tell me you don’t have that kind of money and be fucking him. What good is his dick or asshole, whichever one he’s giving you, if you’re not taking money from him.” “I can’t do this.” “Hey! I’m pregnant with your child. Test me and I’ll make you regret everything. I swear to God.”

She was asking her why? "It seems you are yet to know the family you come from, keep this low and tell no one, while I rally around and think of what to do", she said. This got Rina peeved, why the hell would her mother say that? They are paupers yes, agreed, but that doesn't change the fact that she, Rina, the pauper is pregnant for the royal Prince. And besides, Raghav has every right to know he was expecting a child with her, this is his baby, his offspring.

Bae couldn’t help but look at me again, this time from head to toe. “My, my, if it isn’t Mrs. Billionaire. You look really good, by the way." She said, checking her out with an exaggerated look of admiration. I rolled her eyes and laughed. “Oh, shut up, Bae.” "Oh and how is our little baby billionaire huh?" She asked, touching my baby bump. "The baby is fine. And stop referring to us as Billionaires please." I said, rolling my eyes. "Well, aren't you billionaires? I'll keep calling you billionaire, billionaire." She commented as we both chuckled.

Gosh, what have I done to myself? I call in sick for the next three days, and a chef has to be sent in to fill in my position. Maybelline has been calling every evening to check up on me, telling me that they miss my food, but I can't even bring myself to face her or anyone else. Anyone who finds out that I am now pregnant with Marlon Gustave would immediately think that I am a money-grabbing bitch. What's the surest way to be rich forever? Have a baby by a billionaire!

"I want you to add the seizure of all their assets." "Yes, Signor." ***

I sent the menu before the line even went dead. Priya was already moving, briefing the floor team with clipped, focused energy. She cut through the venue like she was forged for exactly this kind of chaos—shoulders set, voice clear, no wasted motion. I watched her for a beat, something fierce and proud tightening in my chest, then pulled up Sebastian’s number. I didn’t want to call him. Not pride in the old, brittle sense—I was past that. This felt deeper. I had built this company to stand on its own two feet.

I said. “Who? Who are you talking about? Who's the chap that got you pregnant?” She posed a question to me. “Wait, is he a billionaire? A young CEO? Can he literally buy the whole city? Chloe, is he rich? Are we gonna be rich?” She stopped pacing, her feet coming to a standstill as she looked at me.

Zenith said before she dismissed her assistant. "Pregnancy really makes the person moody. Ashley Mills you're so lucky that you're single until now!" She said but when her mobile ranged, her eyes darkened followed by the violent tremors of her hands! The caller ID was then displayed no one other than, 'The intimidating Anton Stanford!'

That one night with Brent was all the omega in me needed to conceive. She hands the fruit basket to Liv, my assistant, before grabbing a chair. She sits beside me and gently caresses my baby bump. “How are you today, dear? Do you need anything? Food? Drinks? Tell me and I’ll have my servants get them for you. I’ll even involve the soldiers if necessary.”