The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Heather was shoved back into the corner after they force-fed her the pills.

Soon, the drugs took effect, and the pain came crashing down upon her...

She clutched her stomach, her face a mask of agony.

"Please," she begged, "call a doctor, I'm dying. It hurts so much!" "Of course, the miscarriage hurts. Just bear with it, you won't die." Heather's face was ghostly pale, like someone just dragged out of a lake, her clothes drenched with sweat.

"It hurts... it hurts so bad... I don't wanna die, please, I don't wanna die..." Her continuous wails finally got to the guard, who stood watch for over an hour before he felt she was too weak to scream and went to fetch a doctor.

They had their orders, after all—she wasn't supposed to die.

Dorothy didn't expect the new director to arrive so quickly.

handed over the files, the new director had

Stephen extending his hand, "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Sanchez." "Hello," she smiled faintly, only lightly touching his hand. "I assume Austin has transferred all the project details to you? If you have any questions, feel free to ask.” Stephen nodded, his voice deep and resonant, like the sound of

friends on

rejecting him now would make

just be sociable for now, and once he fully took over the

you want to take over sooner, you can tell

lightly. "Um... Ms. Sanchez, you should get going. I have a few

nodded, gave Stephen a