Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE CEO'S PREGNANT NANNY: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

POV: LAURENHenry seemed determined to keep his role as my personal watchdog, spending more time in the bedroom than he probably should. He brought in a small table and set up his laptop, working while keeping a close eye on me. I watched his face as he focused, his expression serious, his jaw tight. His blue eyes glowed under the light of the screen, and the slight twitch of his mouth told me something was bothering him. My attention drifted to his perfectly shaped lips—the same ones that knew exactly how to steal my breath and leave me speechless. His clean-shaven jaw, his impeccable posture… Henry Carter was the kind of CEO straight out of a magazine cover, the kind that made any woman sigh and wish she were in his bed. And, well… I was in his bed. “I can feel your eyes on me, Becker,” he murmured without looking away from the screen, though a charming smile

POV: HENRY“Where to, sir?” the driver looked at me through the rearview mirror. “PharmaCare Industries.” I ran a hand over my neatly trimmed beard, casting one last glance at the mansion. The life I was building there needed to be protected. I grabbed my phone and sent a message to Lucian. I needed him to meet me at Lauren’s ex-husband’s company with the financial documents detailing the embezzlement. Furthermore, I never understood my brother’s interest in doing business with PharmaCare. There were more solid companies and hospitals we had strategic partnerships with, expanding branches and investing in medical technologies far more profitable than Ethan’s ventures. The car glided smoothly into the parking lot. Checking my watch as I stepped out, I scanned the surroundings. No sign of Lucian. “Always late…” I muttered, massag

POV: ETHANThat damn billionaire looked at me with an air of superiority, certain that he had already won this battle. His threatening tone left no doubt—he knew about the embezzlement, and those incompetent fools in my finance department had miserably failed to cover up the evidence. I’d have to deal with this mess later. I drummed my fingers against the desk, calculating my options. So this was what it was about? Henry Carter was here to reclaim what his dear wife had lost. Lauren always had a knack for attracting trouble. Even after the divorce, she was still a nuisance. If I had gotten rid of her at the right time—an accident carefully planned—no one would have suspected a thing. The thought amused me for a moment, but I had to regain control. Carter was still in front of me, impatient, waiting for my answer. “So, what will it be?” he asked, his jaw clenched, his eyes locked

POV: HENRYLauren was visibly better after a few weeks of rest. The test results showed that everything was within normal parameters, which brought us immense relief. Theodor had grown even closer to her, reading to her belly every night, telling stories filled with promises for the future sibling, describing the games and mischief they would share.Since Becker’s bleeding incident, I simply hadn’t allowed her to sleep alone anymore. This change in our routine brought us closer in an intense and unexpected way. Her mind was fascinating—brilliant, full of ideas and suggestions that made our business conversations not only productive but also enjoyable. Without realizing it, she lifted a great weight off my shoulders, and I found myself eager to share every detail with her.“It's official—I think I've found my replacement.” My voice carried a teasing, playful tone, just enough to make her lift her blue eyes from the report and stare at me, surprised.“What did you say?” Her expression s

POV: LAURENA gasp escaped me. My entire body throbbed, my breathing became uneven, and the heat between my legs was unbearable. Henry knew exactly what he was doing to me. And I didn’t want him to stop. “So ready for me, my Becker.” Henry’s voice came out hoarse, thick with desire and possession. His dark gaze devoured me as his fingers slowly slid over the thin fabric of my pants, shifting them just enough to expose my intimacy to his touch. The mere brush of his fingertip against my skin made me gasp, and a shaky moan slipped past my lips. A low, satisfied chuckle rumbled in his chest as he registered my immediate reaction. “Easy, little one,” he murmured, his lips curling into a smirk dripping with mischief. “We’re just getting started. I want to taste every inch of you.” “Henry…” His name spilled