Miss CEO Is Pregnant For Her Secretary

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“No, I’m not going to do that,” he said to him, and everyone turned their gaze to him at the table.

“What did you say?” His father asked, his voice was stern and his eyes glared at him like a blazing fire.

“No,” he repeated in a monotone, not sparing a glance at his father.

“Edward,” his mom called him with a sign to remind him not to disagree with his father.

“Get me the files,” his father said, turning to his second hand, who immediately brought out the file he was holding, standing far from the family dinner the whole time.

“Have it,” his father threw it at Edward, who narrowed his gaze at him, before opening it up.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

It was photos of Maliah’s family and her father gambling.

“That is what you are interested in. The girl you brought home with you?” His father stared at him, anger filled his eyes.

“She’s the girl you chose to be with whilst the numbers of a better candidate,” his father spat hitting the table while Edward stifled a peal of laughter.

“Candidate, that makes a lot of sense considering the state of our family,” he looked at him.

“I really don’t care about your opinion sir, and if that’s all I’d like to leave now,” he said and stood to leave.

“Leave, with the low life. Sure suit yourself and never hear from me again,” his father said and tears dropped from Maliah’s eyes, her father’s words at the office were all she heard.

“Even with your new wealth, you won’t be on the same level as he is,” she sniffed in

“You don’t need to be hard on him. It’s just a girlfriend and flying situation. They can break it off immediately and we can all move on,” his mom said and shrugged her shoulders, and immediately Maliah stood on her feet and ran out of the place.

“Maliah,” Edward called after her but no response as she climbed the stairs.

“I don’t care what you do dad, “It wasn’t like it was going to be the first time he was cut off by his father and he knew it didn’t affect him in any way.

“And to you mom. It’s not a fling, and neither is our relationship a joke. I won’t be cutting things off with Maliah, and neither would I marry Nicole,” he said and turned around leaving everyone at the table dumbfounded.

“And there goes the devil,” Nathaniel shakes his head.

“So there’s going to be no wedding?” Nicole asked, looking pissed.

“No honey. We took him by surprise. We just have to talk to him,” Mrs. Powers said calmly while Nicole scoffed.

“Who in their right senses would reject me?” She mumbled to herself angry, as she stood up from the table.

“Apparently Edward did,” Nathaniel responded,

“Fuck you,” he laughed immediately she directed her middle finger to him, satisfied by the look of anger she had.

“You’ve had enough fun for today, Nathaniel,”. Mrs. Powers glared at him and immediately grumbled.

“But I didn’t do anything,” he said in his defense, going to his room…

*

“Maliah,” Edward walked to her room, only to find her packing her bags to leave. She grabbed her clothes from the closet mumbling to herself in regret that this was just an absolute waste of her time. She could be back home enjoying her alone time rather than having people debate if she was good enough.

“Amore,” he called and tried to grab her hands but she turned around abruptly.

“Don’t call me that again,” she pointed a finger at him.

“I’m not you’re Amote” she quotes air

“And right now, that name is upsetting and if I hear it from you, I’ll absolutely kill you,” she warned and he smiled at how frustrated on the edge she looked right now.

“Love,” he went on.

“Argh,” she pulled her hair and squeezed her hands frustrated while stomping her foot on the floor agitated.

“Don’t call me that again. I’m not your love. Apparently, I’m a low life who isn’t enough for your family, for you,” she yelled and pointed at the door, referring to his family in anger.

“For me?” Edward asked, pissed by the statement she made.

“Why do I blame you? This is obviously not your doing but your family so I’m just going to leave her and keep my sanity, ’cause I can’t do this at all,” she ranted, talking to herself while zipping her suitcase.

“But I picked you. I chose you Maliah,” She turned to leave and he grabbed her hands in an attempt to stop her.

“It doesn’t matter whether you chose me or not. I can’t be in a place I’m not welcome. Your family clearly doesn’t want to get to know me. They see us, so why stay?” She dragged the suitcase and got to the door, turning the knob when she froze at his words.

“I love you,” he said in a low tone. You could hear the fear in his voice as he said that. The throbbing in his heart as fear clouded his thoughts that she might still leave even after hearing him say that. The fear of her going away when she’s the air he breathes, and the person that just makes life worth living.

“What did you say?” Her hands left her suitcase causing it to crash on the floor. She felt her eyes brimmed with tears but refused to turn around to be met with a lie or worse here

Imagination makes her hear things.

“Te Amo,” he said in Spanish, and now she was confused.

“What?” She turned around and looked at him

“To Amo,” he said in Italian, staring into her eyes.

“Edward?” She called confused, as he took a step closer to her, and held her hands.

“Je t’aime,” he said in French and she looked at him.

“What are you saying?” She asked confused, her heart racing.

“I said I love you,” he replied smiling.

“I said I love you in French, Italian, and Spanish,” he breathed out as their fingers kicked, while she looked at him speechless. She was completely dumbfounded and didn’t know what to say to him.

“French,” she blushed looking at the man in front of her who was completely desirable.

“Please don’t leave,” and this was the second time she had heard him say it.

“I need you here with me, don’t run away, don’t leave me, stay with me, just don’t ..,” he kept saying when she jammed her lips on him, taking him by surprise as he pulled away briefly.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he smiled as his hands went around her waist pulling her to himself and bringing his lips closer for another kiss when she cut him off.

“You speak French?” She blushed and he gave her a keen look trying not to laugh at how she behaved like a little girl.

“Can I hear some more” she bit her lips.

“More French?” He asked like he didn’t care and she nodded her head slowly embarrassed.

“Chérie (darling)” he cooed and let their noses touch while she smiled not knowing what it meant but the sound of it coming from his voice was worth it completely.

“Tu es incroyable(you are amazing)” he kissed her forehead and she giggled.

“Ma jolie femme,(my beautiful wife)” he called and she could see the intensity in his gaze from the way he looked at her. The calmness in his voice and the way he rubbed her atm and paused after saying that made her wonder what it meant.

“What does it mean?” She asked him, staring right back at him, and smiled when he kissed her, sinking his lips into her, biting her lower lips, nibbling on her lips while his tongue thrust into her as they kissed vigorously.

“I love you too Edward,” she pulled away and said to him while he looked at her so proud before going for another round of kisses…