Unassailable Ceo Daddy Moira Garcia Novels & Stories

She picked up the green file on her desk and walked to the CEO's office. Looking at the man seated in the CEO’s executive chair, her jaw dropped. She had no idea that the CEO would be Luciano Reyes, the acting father of her son!

“Sources say the CEO’s longtime girlfriend, international model Mia Laurent, is completely heartbroken. We have exclusive photos of Mia leaving the White Enterprises building in tears earlier today…” They showed Mia hiding her face but still looking like a whole snack. Perfect hair, perfect sunglasses, perfect everything. Sophia felt her legs turn to jelly. She had to hold the couch so she wouldn’t fall. Kira finally pressed mute and just stared at her. “Why is your face on national TV talking about Chris White’s baby? Sophia… talk to me.” Sophia opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Nothing came out. The only thing she could hear was her heart beating loud loud inside her ears and t

His eyes scanned the headlines absently until one caught his attention: "Daughter Takes Over Father’s Legacy: Evelyn Carter Named CEO of StarLink." His coffee cup froze halfway to his lips as he stared at the article. There, right below the headline, was a picture of Evelyn. She looked poised, confident, and radiant in a tailored suit, her hair swept back in a sleek updo. The caption beneath the photo read: Evelyn Carter, daughter of the late Robert Carter, steps into her father’s shoes as the new CEO of StarLink.

Brie explained after Sarah told her that all of her money was gone in just one day. "Who's Mr. Reed again?" Sarah asked confused. "Mr. Reed is the guy I worked for a few years ago." "Ah, the rich CEO?" Sarah widened her eyes. "Rich is an understatement," Brie replied with a smile. "The guy basically owns Seattle." Sarah took a sip from her drink. "Doesn't he own a tech company or something? How could he own the whole city?" "Sarah, I know this is a very distant world from ours, but with the money he has, it wouldn't surprise me if he had bought the whole town." Brie laughed, also grabbing her drink from the table.

As I sat back down, I noticed Aria staring wide-eyed at me, and I smiled at her, but she looked the other way. It bugged me a bit that I might have made her uncomfortable and maybe I scared her a little. But I uttered no word to her since I didn't want to make things any more awkward between us. After I had pulled myself together, I cleared my throat and said, “This meeting is to discuss the turnover of my parents' company to me since I'm their rightful and only heir, and I have come of age.” My uncles didn't speak for a while. Then, Uncle Kerri, who is my father's older brother, scowled at me and said, “That's not happening.”

Horace said and knocked on the door of the CEO's office as soon as they got before it. "Come in," a hard voice came in from inside. Horace then walked in with Debby and bowed slightly, "sir, here is the little boy's mother." "You can leave," the CEO said to Horace, he was yet to look at Debby. Once Horace left, he hibernated his computer and set his gaze on Debby. Once he saw her, he frowned as anger immediately aroused inside of him. He clenched his fist hard and pointed to her," is your father not Broderick Alessandro?"

Jason cut off the secretary. " Her mother, Cynthia Jones is late sir." The secretary replied. " Do you have a picture of her mother?" Jason Inquired. Of Mira turned out to be the daughter of his aunt, didn't that mean that his aunt was no more? How would grandmother react to those news? He was sure everybody in the family would be devastated. " It's easy to find pictures of Cynthia Jones in the internet. Afterall, she was the CEO of Jones group while she was alive." The secretary commented, placing afew copies of pictures on Jason's desk.

But Demetria was already pacing. “No, no, no—wait!” she spun back around, pointing at Penelope like she had just uncovered a crime. “You mean to tell me… the CEO? Calvin Dawson? The tall, brooding, ‘I-look-like-I-own-the-world’ man… is Shirley’s father?!” Penelope pressed her lips together and pinched her glabella, “…Yes.” Demetria let out a strangled noise and dragged both hands down her face. “Oh my God.”

The next forty-eight hours passed in a blur of hushed phone calls, encrypted messages, and the sharp click of Maya’s keyboard as she dug into Tessy Moore’s meticulously curated past. Lisa sat cross-legged on the motel room floor, surrounded by printouts and half-empty coffee cups, her eyes burning from lack of sleep but her mind razor-sharp with purpose. “Okay, listen to this,” Maya said over the phone. “Tessy Moore doesn’t just have connections—she is the connection. Her father is Robert Moore, CEO of Moore Holdings, a private equity firm that specializes in… wait for it… acquiring distressed architectural and design firms.”