Pregnant Assistant To The Billionaire Ceo Novels & Stories

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.

The traditional matriarchs who had previously sent me sycophantic wedding toasts were now holding emergency strategy calls, wondering if the nameless assistant turned queen was about to be displaced by a pregnant mistress. I stood by the glass wall, I was holding a glass of premium champagne in my hand, watching the silver mist lift over the city. My massive diamond engagement ring glowed with a blinding intensity under the soft office spotlights. Cassie thought she had discovered the ultimate loophole,the classic, unbreakable trope of an elite pregnancy that could bring a billionaire patriarch to his knees. She truly believed that my ten years of quiet, administrative compliance meant I was

She had married Daniel Hatawhay and acquired his last name, and since she couldn't get a divorce since her husband can't let go of her, so she lives perpetually married to a man she no longer loves, since she has no power to deal with the influences of this family. "I need you to get a room for me, I had an idea, since I saw that it is full of security guards here. "Yes, it turns out the baby you want is the daughter of a millionaire. "Billionaire," Catalina corrected. "So how do you think you're going to get around the security? "Just do what I tell you, after all..." she said smoothing her false belly" I am a pregnant woman about to give birth too." I said with a wicked laugh.

With that, he turned and walked away. Leaving me trembling in the empty stall, my heart pounding. What the hell was happening to me? I hurried back to my seat and quickly ate a few bites of dinner. Jimmy and I walked toward the hotel room, but I barely heard a word he was saying. I nodded absentmindedly, offering vague responses. “Hi, Lilith, Jimmy!” A familiar voice snapped me out of my thoughts. It was Anthony—our department head and the one footing the bill for this trip.

It had burst through the door. I sat curled on the couch with a blanket around my shoulders, Finn asleep upstairs, and Rhys pacing the floor like a caged animal. The only sound in the room was the low hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the wood floor beneath his feet. The photo of the sonogram still burned in my hand, as if letting it go would make it real or maybe unreal… Ciara. Pregnant. With Rhys’ child. The words echoed in my mind like a drumbeat. Rhys had called her. She didn’t pick up.

My hands tingled, and my heart pounded in a frantic, suffocating rhythm. “You’re delusional!” My voice came out louder than I expected, a mix of desperation and fury. My fists clenched at my sides. “Am I?” Violet let out a cold, merciless laugh. “What if I told you that Ravi, your dear obstetrician, is my cousin? He told me everything. Your gestational timeline, how Henry had no clue about your pregnancy.” She swiped her finger across her phone screen and turned it toward me. My blood ran cold.

It was the exact scene the servant witnessed when she returned to my room. When the servant saw what I was doing, her eyes popped open. “Dios Mío, Señorita! It's my job to do that. Señora Sophia told me not to let you do any housework since you have a delicate pregnancy! Also, if your abuela Leilani knew I was letting you work, she might fire me for not taking good care of you,” she prattled nervously.

“You should go back to sleep.” I stood there, my temperature rising, I was a fool for so long. The next morning, we went our separate ways to his sick mother and to the company. He was supposed to be installed today as the new CEO of Evan’s Jewelry. When I stepped through the front doors, the staff bowed in greeting. I was dressed in a cream silk dress layered beneath a tailored suit. My look was cold, unreadable—like someone who had just lost a major business deal and didn’t want to talk about it.

"If I say I am, can you have a friendly conversation with me now?" His condescending tone deeply infuriates me. So yes, he's the president of the nation. But that doesn't give him the right to disregard my wishes and turn my life upside down. Does he think he can just throw his money and power my way and expect me to be grateful and accept everything with a smile? I never regret giving birth to Chris, but I'm not some puppet that he can control with his strings of influence. The helplessness during pregnancy, my father's rage, my stepmother's mockery – all of it had made me contemplate suicide several times at night. But he would never understand all that. Then, he stands there with an air o

"She cares nothing about my happiness. The merger between our family and the Laurents is what she really seeks. Their company is bankrupt, and we are the only one who can help them. That's why I agreed to pretend we are engaged." "Then why pretend at all?" "Because my brother, Daniel, is waiting for me to screw up. If I don't accept the merger, then the board will kick me off and name him as the new CEO. I guarantee you that my mother will make sure it happens. Always did prefer him anyway." I stared at him. "So you're trapped." "I was until five minutes ago when I found out you're pregnant with my kid." "What difference does that make?" "All the difference in the world." He squeezed my hand