When a CEO Falls for a Bumpkin

CEOOne-night standPregnantMisunderstandingFamilySweetnessModern Romance

A rural worker is brutally attacked by a ruthless employer after being denied his hard-earned wages, leaving him in critical condition. Desperate to seek justice for her father, Kathy bravely ventures into the urban jungle, only to find herself entangled in a passionate night with the enigmatic CEO, Vincent. Misunderstood as a gold-digger, their connection becomes a scandalous tale. When Kathy learns she's pregnant and faces eviction from the hospital due to unpaid bills, she and her father are thrust into a harsh reality, forced to live on the streets and sell blood just to survive. To secure a future for her unborn child, Kathy's father risks his life once more to reclaim what he is owed. When a life-or-death crisis strikes, Kathy races to save her father, finding herself trapped in a desperate situation. In a dramatic twist, Vincent discovers that Kathy carries his child and rushes to their aid. As the family comes together against all odds, they embraced her with love and care. Hereby, Kathy's extraordinary journey transforms her life forever.

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Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

Roderic Penn

I stood at my mother's open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest's voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone-he brought Charla with him. He claimed she'd had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

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“Hey, good morning,” Her husband said, planting many kisses from her face to her ears and her neck. His hands already found their way to her breast from under the sheets and cupped them before she opened her eyes.

Without giving her any chance to respond to his greetings and tell him she wasn’t in the mood, his hands were on their way to her pants as they struggled to get them off her legs.

His lips nibbled on her neck, kissing and sucking on her chocolate skin. Kambili let him; surely he wouldn’t even believe her if she told him that she was not in the mood. For him, it would be another of her excuses not to have sex with her husband.

And she didn’t want that. She didn’t like it either. So she let him. Besides, she was married to him, and it was only right that she gave him sex whenever he wanted it, as much as he wanted it. She lay still, faking out a moan as he penetrated and began thrusting and pommeling in and out of her like he was training for a marathon.

Was she enjoying it? No. Did she want to have sex? Yes. She just couldn’t say what had happened to her or her libido. In the beginning, it wasn’t like that. She used to anticipate sex with Aaron like she anticipated Christmas. And she loved sex with him like she loved eating ice cream, even in cold weather.

But now, after six years of being married to Aaron, she couldn’t explain what went wrong. Also, she couldn’t say that Aaron wasn’t doing what needed to be done; at least she hoped he was.

Because she couldn’t blame him for anything, she blamed her stupid libido, maybe, or the fact that she had begun thinking so much lately. She couldn’t say exactly what had gone wrong with her. And when he climaxed, she had to fake her orgasm. Fake that she enjoyed it all along.

She hated it every time she had to fake her orgasm. Hated it all the time she had to pretend. But for her husband, for the sake of their love, and the sake of their marriage, she would, and she did.

Even when she felt guilty in many ways, she didn’t like upsetting Aaron, no matter what.

“So, what’s your plan for the day?” He asked Kambili who was standing up and making her way to the bathroom.

“I’m meeting with Dr. Fred today,” she replied as she turned on the shower.

“Dr. Fred? That, Dr. Fred? Why are you meeting with him?” He asked, going to meet her in the shower.

Dr. Fred was her doctor somehow and he was a friend of her father's.

He had also taught her back when she was in medical school. After years of joblessness and with her husband owing the bank, she couldn’t possibly remain jobless.

So Dr. Fred was the only one she had to run to for help. Just the day before, he had called her to meet up with him in the hospital. Though she didn’t know why, she only hoped it was for the best.

“I asked him to help me with a recommendation. I’m tired of being jobless and wasting my degree.” Then she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a large green towel around her body.

“Why do you want to work all of a sudden?” Aaron asked calmly but upset.

“Because I’m tired of being jobless. And besides, we still haven’t paid the loan you took from the bank.” Kambili said and walked over to the dresser to pick out what to wear.

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