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Hidden Pregnancy: The Billionaire CEO's Secret Heir

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 1071    |    Released on: 24/12/2025

ass doors opened. Henderson, her division manager, marched out. Henderson was a

he was

enderson waved her over. "

dge, sir. Security

and pulled her toward the turnstiles. He swiped his

nderson muttered. H

, Mr. He

m says her ID is flagged, sir. 'Executive Hold'. She ca

n from her face. The 50th

le. "Flagged? What

spered, though she knew e

led a number. He spoke in hushed, fran

terling's office just cleared you for a one-day visitor pas

ng hand. He was watching. He was contro

ally entered the elevator. "You're not going to

Dinner? It's nin

ara's desk as they passed it. "Read this. Memorize it. Mr. Sterling personally requested a junior a

endable. That was exact

Miller. Wear somethin

ble that cost more to reserve

e for the clinking of silver against china. Twelve men

ed. Not when she took her seat at the far end of

posal with surgical precision, his voice low and devoid of em

from a rival firm. He smelled of gin and expensive col

Clara's forearm. His

pull her arm away politely.

in

ss hitting the table wa

oom. Everyone looked at

of the mahogany surface. His eyes were

ere something wrong with the service? Or a

, face flushing red. "Just ma

the first time all day, he looked her i

What is your assessment of the r

r the table. She wasn't supposed to sp

urrency hedging is insufficient. If the Euro drops by two points

le

his glass. "Sloppy," he said. "The report is sloppy. Is thi

rvously. Henderson l

. He was humiliating her. He was

curate, sir," she said, her

n commanded. He didn

a excused herself to the restroom. She

essing her forehead against

g away

pun a

space, backing her into the alcove near the restrooms. He was so ta

," Clara whispere

ected. He reached into the

out her

rushed against hers. He reached out and slid the plastic card down the

. It was a slow, deliberate violation of her space,

mured, his voice droppi

to leave befo

hy

looking down. "I was drunk. You were.

rced her to look at him. His eyes were dark, swirli

d, testing the word. "I

e, Mr. Sterling. A

am. Meet me in the car in ten minutes. If you run this time, Clara,

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Hidden Pregnancy: The Billionaire CEO's Secret Heir
Hidden Pregnancy: The Billionaire CEO's Secret Heir
“I woke up in a bed of Egyptian cotton with a jackhammer headache and the naked CEO of my company sleeping beside me. I was a low-level analyst who had accidentally texted the world's most ruthless billionaire instead of my crush. Now, Sebastian Sterling wasn't just my boss-he was the man who owned my debt, my marriage, and a secret that was currently burning us both alive. He forced me into a cold-blooded marriage contract, trading my mother's life-saving medical bills for a year of my life as his trophy wife. I thought I was just a pawn in his corporate war against his ex-fiancée, but the tattoo over his heart-0825-held the date of the fire that destroyed my childhood and killed my peace. He hadn't just found me; he had been watching me from the shadows since I was twelve. He built a fortress of money and lies around me, manipulating my every move while his family tried to have me erased. When they finally targeted my mother and my son, I realized I couldn't just be a victim anymore. I fled to the industrial slums of Newark, erasing my identity to hunt down the ledgers that could put his family behind bars. But Sebastian didn't let me go; he stripped off his suits and checked out of his penthouse to follow me into the grime. Now, he's posing as a low-life driver named Ben, watching over me from a beat-up SUV while I infiltrate a criminal syndicate. He thinks he's my guardian angel, but I'm the one holding the match that will either save his empire or burn it to the ground.”