How To Tell Coworkers About Carrying My Ex-Boss'S Child?

On my wedding anniversary, I came home to rose petals and champagne. Instead of romance, I found my husband in bed with my sister—wearing the couture gown I designed for her runway debut. He called my designs "boring" and revealed the fashion house I built was actually funded by her secret investor money. The child we adopted? Her biological son with my husband, who she abandoned to chase Paris Fashion Week. I walked out in nothing but the lingerie prototype from my latest collection. In a snowstorm. Straight into an exclusive fashion week after-party where I met him: a mysterious man who mistook me for a model and offered me a drink that tasted like freedom. One night later, I owed him $100,000. Three months later, I discovered I was pregnant. And when I showed up to my job interview at the biggest fashion conglomerate in the industry, ready to prove my designs could save their failing luxury brand, the CEO sitting across from me was the same man from that night. He remembers me. He wants his money back. And he's offering me $5 million if I can take his brand from fashion week laughingstock to top five in three major shows. I took the bet. I just didn't tell him about the baby. Or that my ex-husband's textile company supplies the fabric for every major fashion house—including his.

A dare on her birthday night had made Kristen's life rush to an unexpected direction. She just wanted a happy one-night stand which might give her a cute baby. But god! Why that mysterious handsome man suddenly turned out to be her new boss?

I LEFT BROKEN AND FAT, I CAME BACK HIS BOSS WITH TRIPLETS Fourteen months, three weeks, four days. That is how long Emma Carson has been married to a man who barely looks at her. She has learned to zip her own dresses, eat dinners alone, and stand slightly behind her husband at every event. Being overlooked teaches you to listen extremely well. What she has not learned is what Liam Carson planned two weeks before the wedding. Six months. Marry her cleanly. End it cleanly. Return to the woman he actually wanted. But Liam serves the divorce over coffee like he is cancelling a subscription, sends Emma away with nothing but her dignity, and never asks the one question that would have changed everything. He never asks if she is carrying his child. She is. Three of them. Eighteen months later, Emma Carson does not exist anymore. Emma Bellamy does. She runs Bellamy Inc, one of Europe's fastest-rising companies. She answers to no one. She raises three brilliant, chaotic, grey-eyed children in a Paris apartment that smells like lavender and possibility. Nobody in her industry knows who she used to be. Until Carson Holdings submits a meeting request. She declines it. Then another. When Liam finally flies to Paris himself, Emma sits at the head of her own boardroom table and tells him to call her Ms. Bellamy. He thought he was closing a business deal. He has no idea what he is walking into. He wants the merger. He will have to earn everything else. The company. The forgiveness. The three small children with his eyes who have never been told his name. Some women fall apart. Emma Bellamy built an empire.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

#Second place Winner hopwriter short storystorm " Don't say anymore word than you already have, don't..." I stuck a finger out at him, sauntering away on my heels when a hand wrapped itself around my arm. Breathlessly he whispered, "You know that I do love you and...fine, what exactly was I supposed to do?" "Protect me and stand up for me. That is what you do for someone who you claim you love!" ************ Out to spite her ex-boyfriend after he had broken up with her on her birthday, Daphne slept with a stranger who turned out to be his uncle while trying to rebuff his words that she was unwanted by others. Was she ready for the wild chase that followed when he found out years later that she had been pregnant with his heirs and that she had been hiding the truth all this while? Faced with the ruthless CEO, known as the beast, who wasn't ready to back down, Daphne does everything possible to make sure her kids wouldn't be taken from her, but what happens when love gets in the mix of it all? Would she be able to conquer these weird feelings and give in her all amidst her scars? And with how deadly he turned out to be? And faced with her ex who still wants her back, what choice is she going to make?

Fired… Then Pregnant One wild night. One positive test. One boss she was never supposed to meet again. After catching her boyfriend cheating—with her best friend, no less—Olivia Bennett did the unthinkable: she walked away from them and the company where all three of them worked. Broken-hearted and desperate for a fresh start, Olivia drowns her sorrows in one reckless night with a stranger. No names. No strings. Just heat. But fate isn’t done with her yet. Because when she walks into her brand-new job the next morning, she finds out her one-night stand isn’t just anyone— He’s Nathan Carter. The CEO. Her new boss. Worse? Her ex and ex-best friend work for him too. And Olivia? She’s pregnant.