Miss CEO Is Pregnant For Her Secretary

Maliah

I was so confused at what was happening here, I was indeed fed lunch to my satisfaction, but after that, I was sent back to the room I had dressed up in. I sat on the bed, as my brain recaptured the gunshot in his room. It sent chills down my spine and all of it felt so real for that moment.

I laughed thinking of how stupid I was asking him to kill me, I remembered how my body drained of all the confidence and gut I had seconds back when I kept screaming the word “shoot”. Sincerely I was grateful he didn’t do it, ’cause right now I feel so damn happy that I ain’t dead.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

I released a huge sigh staring at the clock on the wall, as it continued to tick. My mind wondered what his plans were going to be for dinner, and how disastrous it was going to be considering our last meeting almost ended up with him strangling me to death. I hummed at myself as I slowly drifted to sleep…

*

The knock on the door made me row to the other side, groaning a bit. I could hear light voices, coupled with the sounds of clacking keys.

“Miss” a light tap on my shoulder, made me slowly open my eyes, only for me to meet with the gazes of the other maids in the room who stood from a distance staring back at me.

I stood up abruptly, shocked by their presence while they bowed their heads instead in greeting. I nod back at them and stare around the room, wondering what instructions they need to execute this time.

“What do you need?” I tried not to sound so sleepy, but the yawn after the question gave it away.

“We need to get you ready for dinner,” they responded in unison.

“Great,” I did a thumbs up to them and started to undress before going to the bathroom when one of them rushed to help me get my water ready.

A few minutes later, I came feeling refreshed, at least this time I was so sleepy after all. The set of dresses arrives, and I let them fix my hair and do my makeup. Having them around me, made me feel uncomfortable a bit, but it was better to get this over with quickly.

“Something light please,” I instructed while looking at the shade of dark dresses in the room, and one would assume that Mr. Devil likes the color black.

“I’ll have that, with those earrings,” I pointed out, watching her bring out the back revealing short dress, and a smile formed on my lips.

“My hair and makeup were perfect, and I immediately got into my dress. The fabric was amazing and comfortable, while I stared at myself in the mirror. I put on the earrings and smiled when the older lady brought out a pretty silver necklace, making me gasp.

“It’s so pretty,” I was confused, truthfully staring at it.

“And it would look good on a pretty girl,” she smiled at me, gesturing that I turned around while she helped me put it on.

“Thank you,” I touched it around my neck, smiling to myself in the mirror before grabbing my purse. I sat back in the bed and put on my heels while exhaling.

“I’m ready,” I said mentally preparing myself for the unknown, still rendering my prayer that God spared my life again…

“Good luck,” the old lady whispered and left immediately. At that moment, I heard footsteps coming from the stairs making me roll my eyes.

“Who asks a lady for dinner and makes her wait? So unpunctual!” I mumbled the moment he arrived looking away from his direction.

“Can I sit now?” I said about drawing the chair beside me, but he beat me to it. I forced a smile at him, before taking my seat.

“Sorry for arriving seconds late. You look beautiful,” he added, taking me aback as I feigned a cough hurrying to grab a cup of water.

“Thank you,” I mumbled seconds after…

“Let’s eat,” he said and grabbed his cutleries and I did the same.

I looked over at him, wondering why he had this calm demeanor hovering around him, and if I didn’t have my first encounter with him, I’d definitely be mistaking him for a gentleman. And the dressing, he looks too good to just want to have dinner? But he’ll clean nicely, so I thought about eating my meal slowly…

“Is the meal to your liking Maliah?” He asked with a light smile tugging out his lips and it made me uncomfortable as I dropped my fork loudly on the plate.

“What do you want from me? I questioned but got no response

“What do you want from me Mr.? I repeated

“Edward” he responded

“Pardon?” I replied confused

“The name is Edward, not Mr.,” he repeated, while I chuckled, shaking my head.

“Okay Edward, what do you want from me?” I asked again.

“My money, you owe me a lot”

“Correction, my father owes you. And how do you suppose I pay you when I’m locked up here,” I said frustrated…

“You’ll pay up,* he says.

“How would I? If you don’t let me go make the money?” I turned to look at him, already squeezing my hands frustrated.

“You would know soon,” he responded with a smile which made me give him a weird look…

“So tell me about yourself, I want to get to know you,” he added swiftly, then chewing his steak

“You want me to reveal myself to you, my kidnapper,” I added, turning back to my plate of food.

“No, a friend to be,” he said calmly, staring at me…

“Damn, didn’t know I kept kidnappers for friends. Not scary at all,” I said in the last part in sarcasm, when I caught him smiling freely and it made me smile too…

“Do you enjoy the wine?” He asked out of the blue. I looked over at him and just nodded my head while he smiled back.

“I guess I’ll take you down to my wine cellar next time,” he responded.

“There would be a next time?” I asked perplexed, while he smiled saying yes.

“Come on, I’ll walk you back to your room,” he said and offered his hands to me which I took freely.

We walked up the stairs and down the corridors until we got to my room. I pushed the door open and stared at him whispering goodnight when he kissed my palms and said good night leaving me stunned as I watched him walk away…

I sluggishly walked into the room and slumped on the bed immediately. “Edward” I mumbled, releasing a deep breath as a smile tugged on my lips…

Writer

While the office was a joyous place for Chris and Mandy to see each other, recently it’s been hell for the both of them.

Chris who’s been on the verge of losing it with himself and trying to get through with Mandy numerous times, has made no progress but countless failed in all his attempts.

On the other hand, Mandy has been consistent in rejecting all the gestures, gifts, compliments, and moves Chris made loudly. She was determined to ignore him, without hearing whatever he had to say.

While the drama in her life worsened, her thoughts always drifted to Maliah, her best friend. She hadn’t heard from her in days and with everything happening she needed to talk to her.

“What do you mean she’s not back yet? Maliah doesn’t leave her business to just go on a vacation- home. Something’s definitely up,” Mandy spoke over the phone to Sarah…

“I have no idea ma’am, we’ve all been trying to get through to her, but it keeps directing us to voicemail,” she responded simply…

“Can you help me with any of her family’s numbers? Her mom or dad? Anyone?” She added over the phone instructing Sarah, before hanging up still worried

She went back to work, flipping through the pages of documents Chris had dropped on her table when she noticed a piece of paper in it.

“I know you don’t want to speak to me, I’m really hoping you read this and not throw it away,” she chuckled dryly, staring at it with anger written all over her face.

“I know you feel like I lied to you, which I did but for a good reason. I didn’t know how to tell you about it. I felt that bringing it up could ruin the friendship I was yet to have with you and if you knew how much it meant for me to get to know you, then you’ll understand how nervous I must have felt. I’m deeply sorry Mandy, I hope you forgive me soon,” she read out, pushing her hair backward in frustration.

Mandy

I feel so stupid. How could he not tell me he knew? He lied to me every single day since he discovered it, he didn’t say anything about it and probably told his friends about it.

My thoughts rambled around, while I paced through my office recalling the incident from that night. I couldn’t stay with my parents anymore so I booked a hotel so late and left with a few things.

My best friend probably doesn’t want to talk to me, and here I am with Chris being a liar.

I didn’t understand what his intentions were after knowing, but I just didn’t understand why he said nothing about it. Was he looking at me with pity? What exactly was going through his head? And this letter made it even more confusing.

How did he even think of it, putting the letters into important documents? His cheeky ways made my heart flutter and I could swear I was moved by it. But are we going to let him off the hook? Definitely not.

I smiled at the thought of that and walked back to my seat, before sending for Chris and almost immediately he knocked on the door, and I asked him to come in.

” Can you print copies for this and arrange them in separate folders,” I handed tons of files to him and he smiled at me receiving them.

“You look really good today?” He added just like every other day ever since. I raised my head to stare at him holding my cold face, which sent him walking away.

My phone beeped immediately, and it was a text from Sarah, with Mrs. Hector’s number which I dialed immediately hoping to know if Maliah’s fine.

Chris

My mind was clouded with one person alone, and it made me worry as her expression today didn’t reveal if she read the letter I had hidden in the documents. My mind concluded that she didn’t see it, or maybe she did and threw it away just like others. I got out of the cab and walked into the small flat I got myself on the outskirts of the city.

“I walked in and found the lights on, which made me a bit uncomfortable, cause I recall turning them off. I walked gently to the living room, and there they were sitting and helping themselves with a TV show causing me to groan loudly.

“He’s back,” Mom whispered to Dad’s ear, while I sat on the sofa, giving them a tired face, but hoping that my suspicions were wrong…

“What do you want, Mom and Dad? I questioned

“Where is she?”

Who?’ I responded confused by their utterance

“The girl? The one with the heir?” Dad said in a clear tone

” My daughter-in-law?” Mom chirped in clearing the tense air.

“She’s not here,”

“What do you mean by that?” Mom questions now

” I mean she’s not with me? What do you mean?

“Why not? Aiden said you both are coupling? She rushed to say…

“Well, we’re not. Right now she won’t speak to me, and I’m certain she’s this close to getting rid of baby,” the nonchalance in my voice made them pissed

“What? She won’t do that? You can’t let it happen, Christian?” Mom’s voice was strict even louder than Dad’s

“I have no say anymore? She wouldn’t even talk to me anymore,” I mumbled worriedly, as my mind traveled far.

“Who is she? What right does she have to take away this child,”

“Mandy Rodgers. She’s Mandy Rodgers,” I said with a smile…