Pregnant Assistant To The Billionaire Ceo Novels & Stories

he asked looking at me with hopeful expressions. “I am her assistant Justin and she is my boss, CEO of the company I work in. I cannot give her anything, she deserves much better.” I said voicing my thoughts. “So, you are just going to ignore your feelings and act like you are friends?” he asked and when I didn’t answer, I heard him sigh. “It’s also good so that my focus is on Ella’s safety,” I said knowing the fact that our parents threatened us a few weeks ago to take her.

he said. "Julian, we need to talk about this," I said, catching his sleeve. "This isn't just a 'situation' anymore. It's three babies. I can't just move into your penthouse and act like... like what? Like I’m your wife? Your mistress?" "You’ll be the mother of my children," he said, turning to face me. "That’s the only title that matters right now." "I have a career. I have a life." "You have a high-risk pregnancy," he countered, his voice firm. "Did the doctor not tell you that? You can't be working sixty hours a week on marketing campaigns while carrying three infants. You can barely stand up without looking like you’re going to faint."

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 was very careful. “Oh, sweet girl,” she pressed a palm to my cheek. “Do you think I did not do enough research on you before pretending not know how to cross a street, or giving you this job? I’m a billionaire in my own name, my grandsons are billionaires, my children are billionaires…I come from a generation of wealth so large, long, and deep, it would put an end to world hunger.” She winks, not giving me a chance to say a word before she pulls me along again. “Now, let’s go meet Allister.” Lord, please let Allister be an ugly toad…..shit…

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.

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.”

Having babies were in her plan as she grew but at least not at the point where her future wasn't bright yet not when she wasn't able to provide for her baby as abc. She finally gathered here guts and made a walk into the office and mind you, even the workers looked classier than she was dressed. A beautiful lady came before her as she stood there just staring at the ambulance of the building. "Can I help you ma'am?" she asked in a beuatif tone her voice was beautiful too. "Uh! Yes I wish to see Mr Zion Knight!" she called his full name as she had seen on g****e being the biggest billionaire and bachelor for town.