Miss CEO Is Pregnant For Her Secretary

Mandy

“Once upon a time, there were two brothers,” he turned to me and giggled in excitement.

“They loved each other and promised to stand by each other,” He pulled me again and I felt my wrist hurt even more.

“They both grew up in love as promised against their family politics and way of life until they got older,” he laughed bitterly.

“The older brother was off to a different college from his older brother to pursue his dream and that was when everything changed,” he paused.

“You know the saying that people change and become different,” he walked around me in circles letting the rope wrap around my body “Well this was exactly what happened,” he half standing right back in front of me without saying anything before resuming his story.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“He had met new friends and has become a jackass without his brother’s guidance,” he pulled again and I tell in pain how hard he pulled.

“Did I forget to mention they were from the richest family, well-considered the Bible family,” he chuckled like something was funny.

“And yeah they were twins,” he jumped like a psycho like something about that information was exciting.

“Not identical if you must know, they acted like they were from one mother’s” he pointed his fingers at me, slowly bringing it up to his forehead which he lifted as if thinking about something.

“You should ask questions, kitten. Don’t just stand there and make me do all the talking like a psycho” he patted my cheeks, not in a way that was friendly but in a way that hurt a lot.

“Well, I’m glad you identify who you are. I had confess this in my head but wouldn’t dare say it to his face,”

He is a psycho and the fact he said that in his words made me scared a bit.

“Back to the story. You made me distracted,” he turned around and pulled me further.

“One moment. This is the kitchen and I love my set of dishware including the vintage ones. It has these alluring designs,” he directed, showing off his dishware, ceramics, and a few other things in his kitchen.

I questioned what was going on in here and what was going on in his head. The way he acted so unpredictable and calm like nothing was going to happen when actually in reality, my skin flared up, my body was shaken, my throat was dried and everything about him scared me.

“You need some water kittens?” He asked and I didn’t waste any time shaking my head.

“Distracted again,” he laughed to himself, and I forced a smile while he pulled me roughly, and I hit my tiny toe by the cupboard, causing me to scream in pain. I fell to my knees to tend to him, when I heard him take a step in my direction. I lifted my eyes, and stared at his already pissed eyes, causing me to quickly rise on my feet and leaped following him as he continued his tour.

“They came home for the holidays and things had already changed. The younger became distant and completely a different person that he shut down everyone and just went on drinking and partying always,”

“The elder one, who tried severally to get close to him but always got pushed away directed that energy towards working at their father’s company,” he chuckled as if recalling.

“He was thriving, he made wins. He took the company to the best turn and had everyone sing praises to him,” he pulled me and dragged me outside the building causing me to gasp in shock realizing I was in a cottage very far from the city and covered with glasses.

“I told you about Making noise,” his entire hand covered my chin and wrapped around my jaw when he pressed my mouth tightly, making me open them up and shutting my eyes in pain as he dug his finger in between the space of my teeth, ignoring my pleading.

“One night, after a wonderful party and celebration to the glory of the older brother, they were both alone at the pool with a glass of champagne and the elder brother sprung the question out of thin air hoping to get his brother’s attention and bring back that one they once shared in the process because that person was his only best friend,” he laughed and pulled me to the door of his room without closing it and then walking to the fireside.

“Join me at the company? Work there with me, keys make magic. Let’s make a difference,” he paused and leaned against the wall staring at me.

“Just out of desperation to get my favorite person back. His best friend and the only person he wanted to have to talk to all day but was turned down by the saying. I have no interest in it so keep running it, ” he chuckled and got off the wall, pulling me harder and I yelled while he glared daggers at me.

“Months, then years passed and the brother became the family’s bad seed but was the perfect person for his older brother. Until the day the father was to decide who was to rule his empire after getting off college,” he sighed

“While they debated on whom to give a few started to try to instigate a fight between us or saying we should have all of the property be divided equally,”

“On the day for the announcement, this is where it gets really fun,” he sounded like a creep.

“The younger one, suddenly sent his older one for a fake errand to get something for their mother before coming to join the theme,” he paused, his voice cracked and I could feel that he was hurt. He was in pain and it felt like I had opened old wounds.

“He went excited only for it to be a setup. His brother had hired people to shoot him,” I gasped, and he gave me those red eyes grabbing my neck and sucking the breath out of my lungs until he let go.

“It didn’t just end there, it got better,” he brought out his knife and pointed it at my face.

“When he got out of the hospital after successfully surviving the gunshots and his brother had been announced as his stand-by he woke up,” he released a deep breath which I heard.

“The first thing he did was tell his parents that his brother tried to dethrone him. Try to keep him away from his rights. In defense that he was jealous of him and was tired of getting compared,” he continued, and I felt a tear drop from my eyes.

“No one believed him. They called him insane, they said he hated his brother. They said he was the jealous one and he formulated lies to cover his sins,” he laughed, and I noticed how red his eyes were. He was speaking from his hurt.

“It only got worse, as the same brother framed him up for being into drugs and getting involved with a gang while he was already an addict who was running mad from the effect of his addiction,” I stumbled backward in shock. I shutter immediately forgetting the warning he gave me, he moves closer and places the knife on my shoulders dragging it down to my arms while I quicker in fear.

“You pity him?” He asked but before I could respond, he dragged his knife on my shoulders and gave me a sharp cut making me yell.

“Shut the fuck up, and listen,” he pulled my hair aggressively, now staring at me in anger.

“It didn’t end there, they sent him away after locking him up and treating him like a liar and bastard. He didn’t understand how they could have completely just their back on him,” he sniffed I’m, and I could swear he cried silently even though there were no real tears.

“After weeks with him still saying the same thing, they sent him to a rehabilitation center, doing away with him completely,” he laughed and more tears dropped down my cheeks.

My eyes watered more and the thought of how he felt to be abandoned by people you call your own, by people who you’re supposed to feel safe around with, your flesh and blood. I didn’t understand what that felt like, but I could tell it hurt.

“I’m so sorry,” I said and he moved away from the window and turned to look at me.

“Sorry?” He chuckled.

“Kitten, are you apologizing?” He asked, laughing at my hearing and I got confused.

“Do you think I need to apologize? Rehab messes with your head and makes you crazy, and you think an apology is going to wind down tears of torture,” he asks

“No fucking way, because I’m going to take revenge, I’m going to hurt them all in more ways than they did to me,” he confess in a scary voice. He sounded like a villain and it made my heart race in fear.

“Dear kitten, do you know who the brothers are?” He whispered in my ears, and my body shuddered as his breath hit my skin. I knew this was the story about him, but I wondered who the other brother was even if a tiny voice in my head whispered a name to me.

“No,” I shook my head and lied…

“Christian, your husband,” I didn’t want to hear that. I didn’t want it to be true. But as he confirmed my doubts and related to everything he had just said, I fell on the floor shaking my head in disapproval…

“You’re wrong,” I managed to say, as my saliva had gone dry and my mouth had suddenly become heavy to lift that voice could barely come out of it.

“You lie,” I repeated, my eyes filled with tears. Different emotions ran through my body when he kicked my leg making me yell.

“Deep down you can tell I’m not a kitten,” he said and gave me another kick…