All Chapters of Carrying the child of a CEO (English): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

(Claire’s Past) “Mama! Kuya!” The high-pitched voice of young Claire echoed throughout the palace as she ran down their grand staircase. The two siblings shared a room, and every time Clark, Claire’s older brother, woke her up, he would tickle her until she ran out. “Run, Claire! If I catch you, I’ll tickle you again!” “Mama! Papa!” The couple couldn’t help but laugh at their playful antics. They had grown used to this scene every morning. They watched as Claire rushed toward them and hid behind them. This was the usual morning scene in the palace—even the servants adored the siblings, always seeing them laughing and playing together. “Kuya Clark, don’t we have the same birthmark?” Claire asked her brother one afternoon as they lay in bed, resting. “Yes, look at this.” Clark raised his wrist and showed it to her. “Why is that so unfair? Mine’s on my shoulder!” Claire pouted, making her brother laugh. “Because you’re special! So never question your birthmark.” Clai

“How is she, Doc?” Timothy asked the doctor he had called when Claire fainted. “I can see that she has recovered her memories now, but it may cause her some headaches since it’s been years since she lost them. These are her childhood memories, right?” The man nodded in response to the doctor’s question. “She’ll have a lot of questions, especially if her memories aren’t pleasant, so if possible, please guide her.” “Yes, Doc, I’ll take care of her,” the doctor said as he gathered his things. “I still advise bringing her to the hospital to check if any brain functions were affected by the sudden return of her memories.” “Alright, Doc.” After the doctor left, Timothy let out a deep sigh and sat beside Claire. “Claire, I hope you can accept everything. I know what happened in the past wasn’t good, but you’ll always be our princess—remember that.” Just as he finished speaking, he was startled when Claire suddenly woke up, sitting up in tears. “Kuya Clark!” “Claire! Clair

But in doing so, I failed to notice that I was leaving you behind. Do you know that when you were born, I never left your side? From the very beginning, I knew you were the kind of girl who wouldn’t hurt a fly—and I wasn’t wrong. During every training session, I watched over you. I told your brother to push you harder because I didn’t want your kindness to be your downfall one day. When you saved your brother, I saw your strength—how you inherited my stubbornness, the very thing your father hated about me. I saw your determination, Claire. I hid you because I didn’t want you to get hurt. You lost your memories, but I was certain they would return once you met the people from your past. I’m no longer afraid for your safety, Claire, because many will protect you now—especially Zekiel. I’ve met Zekiel, my child, and he is a good father to your children. Don’t be afraid to show him who and what you truly are—because he will be the first to accept you. Remember that. When the day com

“I know you’re pregnant, Claire. You’re pregnant with your third child, aren’t you?” Claire froze mid-bite at her brother Clark’s words, forcing a smile as she looked at him. “So you knew, Kuya,” she replied awkwardly, her smile strained. He nodded in response. “Of course, I know. I’ve been watching over you—even Zayne.” Claire was shocked by his words. “I’ve already met your son, Zayne. Out of the twins, he’s the most mischievous but also smart, just like you. When I introduced myself to him before, he even mocked me,” Clark said with a frown, recalling his encounter with his nephew. “How, Kuya?” Claire asked in disbelief. “Whenever I come here, I don’t stay long. Once, I followed Zayne, and he caught me. I thought he’d call for help since I was tailing him, but he didn’t. Instead, he asked if I wasn’t hot in what I was wearing. That kid is something else—he looks fragile but is actually strong. I tried to take him with me, but he knocked me down in an instant. He’s just li

(Scene before Zoey and the others arrive in the Philippines) “WHAT?! Don’t joke like that—that’s not true!” Quinn’s voice trembled on the phone, tears welling up as she processed the news she had just heard. “Just read my email,” the person on the other end replied before abruptly hanging up. Without hesitation, Quinn grabbed her laptop and frantically searched for the email. Unbeknownst to her, Zoey had been standing there the whole time, eavesdropping. The child hadn’t meant to listen, but upon hearing her mother’s name, she froze in place. The moment Quinn opened the email, tears streamed down her face. It was a news article about Zekiel searching for a woman named Venice Sanchez. “Auntie, what happened to Mommy?” Quinn jolted at the voice, spinning around to find Zoey behind her. She quickly shut her laptop and wiped her tears. “N-Nothing’s wrong, your mom’s fine,” she stammered, but Zoey shook her head. “Auntie, I heard everything. But I need to be sure. Please