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The CEO's Secret Triplets
設定：Rose is a beautiful lady who survived her family taunting her and made a name for her small fashion boutique where everything is handmade oneday one of her employees decide to set her up only for her to secretly give birth to triplets of the most powerful ceo in the city
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Rose Thompson
determined, and creative. Despite her family's disapproval and lack of support, she built a successful business from scratch. Her life takes a dramatic turn when she becomes pregnant with triplets after a onenight stand with the city's most powerful CEO, Ethan Blackwood. She struggles to balance her new role as a mother while maintaining her independence and dignity.
Ethan Blackwood
charismatic, and ruthless in business. Known for his wealth and influence, he has no qualms about using his power to get what he wants. His encounter with Rose leads to an unexpected pregnancy, which he initially denies but later acknowledges when faced with the reality of fatherhood. He offers Rose financial support but struggles with his own feelings about being a father.
Lily Carter
I was busy rearranging the window display when my phone buzzed.
Lily: Hi Rose, I’m so sorry but I had to do this.
Don’t be angry with me.
I stopped mid-rearrange and stared at the text.
What is she talking about?
Rose: What are you talking about?
Lily: You’ll see.
Just go along with it, okay?
Please?I frowned at the phone.
This sounded serious, and a little ominous.
Rose: Okay…
Lily: Thank you!
See you soon!
I had no idea what was going on, but Lily’s text made me feel uneasy.
I shrugged it off and went back to work.
The boutique was quiet this afternoon, with only a few customers coming in to browse.
I was just starting to relax when the bell above the door rang out again.
Turning to face the door, I froze.
Standing just inside the entrance was Ethan Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Corporation.
He was the richest and most powerful man in the city, maybe even the country.
What was he doing here?
My boutique was not exactly the kind of place he would shop at.
I took a deep breath and smoothed my hair.
I tried to calm my nerves and not let him see how much he intimidated me.
"Hello, sir. What can I do for you?"
I asked, trying to keep my voice even.
Ethan scanned the store, his gaze moving over the racks of clothes and the shelves of accessories.
Finally, it settled on me.
"Good afternoon," he said, his voice deep and commanding.
"I’m looking for something unique."
It was a statement, not a question.
I nodded and gestured towards one of the racks.
"Everything in here is handmade. We have dresses, tops, pants…"
He walked over to the rack I had pointed to and started flipping through it.
I watched him, wondering what he was looking for.
This wasn’t just a casual shopping trip; there was something else going on here.
As he browsed through the clothes, I couldn’t help but notice how sexy he looked in his dark suit and tie.
He was tall and broad-shouldered, with piercing blue eyes and jet-black hair that was perfectly styled.
He had a commanding presence that made everyone else in the room feel insignificant.
After a few minutes, Ethan pulled out a dress and held it up.
It was one of our most expensive pieces, made from silk and satin with intricate embroidery. He walked over to the counter and laid it down in front of me.
"I’ll take this," he said, his voice still businesslike.
I picked up the dress and started to ring it up.
As I worked, Ethan’s eyes stayed fixed on me, watching every move I made.
Ethan: "You’re Rose, aren’t you? Lily’s friend?"
I paused, my fingers hovering over the register.
Rose: "Yes, that’s me. How do you know Lily?"
Ethan: "We met at a charity event."
He handed me his credit card and I took it, trying to ignore the way my skin tingled at his touch.
I finished ringing up the dress and then handed him the receipt.
He signed it quickly and then took the dress from me.
Ethan: "Thank you. This will be perfect."
I watched as he walked out of the store, feeling confused.
Why had Lily set me up with someone like him?
She knew I didn’t do well with powerful men, and Ethan Blackwood was one of the most powerful men in the city.
I tried to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in my stomach and focused on finishing my work for the day.
But as I worked, I couldn’t help but wonder what Lily was up to.
Later that evening, I decided to confront her about what she had done.
I walked into her apartment and found her sitting on the couch, surrounded by shopping bags.
Lily: "Hey, Rose! I’m so glad you’re here. I got you some new clothes."
Rose: "Lily, what did you do?"
Lily looked up at me, her eyes wide with innocence.
Rose: "You know exactly what I’m talking about. Why did you set me up with Ethan Blackwood?"
Lily: "I thought you’d like a little excitement in your life. You deserve it."
Rose: "Excitement? By sending Ethan Blackwood to my boutique?"
Lily: "Well, he’s not just any customer. He’s interested in investing in your designs."
I stood there, staring at her.
The apartment was cluttered with shopping bags and boxes, and the air was thick with the smell of new clothes.
Lily was sitting on the couch, surrounded by all of it, looking like a kid in a candy store.
Rose: "It’s fine if it’s for work. But what you did scared me. I don’t do well with powerful men outside of work, and you know this."
Lily shrugged, her shoulders barely moving.
She was still surrounded by all of the shopping bags, and she looked like she was in her element.
Lily: "Relax, Rose. It’s just business."
I clenched my fists at my sides.
I was trying to stay calm, but it was getting harder by the minute.
Rose: "Business or not, you crossed a line."
Lily looked up at me, her eyes flicking to mine for a moment before she looked away again.
There was something in her eyes that I couldn’t read, something that made me feel like there was more going on here than she was letting on.
Rose: "What are you hiding?"
Lily: "Nothing. I promise."
I stared at her for a moment longer, trying to see if I could get any more information out of her.
But she just sat there, looking innocent and confused.
Finally, I turned and stormed out of the apartment.
I needed answers, and I was determined to find them.
I walked back to my boutique, the air heavy with unanswered questions.
I was still trying to wrap my head around what Lily had done, and why she had done it.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see who it was.
It was Mia, one of my employees at the boutique.
Rose: "Hey, Mia. What’s up?"
Mia: "Rose, we need to talk."
Rose: "What’s going on?"
Mia: "It’s about Lily."
I could hear the hesitation in her voice, and I knew that whatever she had to say wasn’t going to be good.
Rose: "What about Lily?"
Mia: "I overheard her talking to someone. About you."
Rose: "What did she say?"
Mia: "She said something about setting you up with Ethan Blackwood."
I felt a rush of anger at the confirmation of what I had suspected.
Rose: "I knew it. She set me up with him."
Mia: "But that’s not all. She said something about a deal."
Rose: "A deal? What kind of deal?"
Mia: "I don’t know. But it didn’t sound good."
I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to control my anger.
This was getting worse by the minute.
Rose: "Okay, thanks for telling me. I’ll figure out what’s going on."
Mia: "Be careful, Rose. This doesn’t sound like a good situation." Rose: "I will. Thanks again."
I hung up the phone and looked around the boutique.
The sun was setting outside, casting a golden glow over everything.
But I wasn’t in the mood to appreciate the beauty of the world around me.
I was too angry and confused.
I decided that I needed to get some answers from Ethan Blackwood himself.
I dialed his number and waited for him to answer.
When he did, I could hear the sound of traffic in the background.
Ethan: "Hello?"
Rose: "Ethan, we need to talk."
Ethan: "What can I do for you?"
Rose: "About what happened today. I know Lily set me up with you."
Ethan: "And?"
Rose: "And I want to know why."
There was a pause on the other end of the line.
Ethan: "I think you deserve to know the truth."
Rose: "Then tell me, Ethan. What’s really going on?"
Ethan: "Lily approached me with a proposal—she wanted me to invest in your designs, but there was a catch."
Ethan: "I think you know why. You’re a talented designer, and I want to invest in your business."
I sat in my boutique, the phone still warm in my hand.
Ethan had said something about a "catch" when we had talked earlier, but he hadn’t explained what he meant.
I was still trying to wrap my head around everything that was happening, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it all.
I decided that I needed to talk to Ethan in person.
Maybe then I could get some answers.
The next day, I got dressed in my sharpest outfit and headed to Blackwood Corporation.
As I walked into the sleek lobby, I couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by the sheer power that radiated from this building.
The Blackwood family was one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the city, and this building was the heart of their empire. The receptionist looked up at me as I approached her desk.
She was wearing a crisp white suit and her hair was pulled back into a tight bun.
She smiled at me as I approached.
Receptionist: "Can I help you?"
Rose: "I’m here to see Ethan Blackwood."
Receptionist: "Do you have an appointment?"
Rose: "No, but he knows me. He’ll see me."
The receptionist raised an eyebrow at me, but she nodded anyway.
Receptionist: "Very well. Mr. Blackwood is on the 30th floor. You can take the elevator straight there."
I thanked her and then headed for the elevators.
As I stepped inside, I felt a rush of excitement mixed with nerves.
This was going to be an interesting meeting.
When the elevator doors opened on the 30th floor, I stepped out into a long hallway lined with doors.
I could hear the hum of computers and the murmur of voices coming from behind them.
I walked down the hallway until I came to a door marked with Ethan’s name, and then knocked twice before entering.
Ethan looked up from his desk as I walked in.
He was sitting behind a massive wooden desk, surrounded by stacks of papers and files.
He stood up as soon as he saw me, and walked around his desk to greet me.
Ethan: "Rose. It’s good to see you."
Rose: "Ethan."
Rose: "Cut the pleasantries, Ethan. What’s the real reason you’re interested in my designs?"
Ethan: "I told you, I think your designs have a lot of potential. And I’m willing to invest in them."
Rose: "But there’s a catch, right?"
Ethan: "Yes. Lily suggested a partnership between us, and I think it could be beneficial for both of us."
Rose: "What kind of partnership?"
Ethan: "A joint fashion line. We would work together to create a new collection, and then sell it under the Blackwood Corporation brand."
I sat there, trying to process what Ethan had just told me.
A joint fashion line sounded like an amazing opportunity, but it also made me nervous.
I wasn’t sure if I was ready to work with someone else on my designs.
But at the same time, the thought of having access to Blackwood Corporation’s resources was incredibly tempting.
I decided that I needed some time to think about it before I made any decisions.
Ethan: "So, what do you say? Are you interested in working together?"
Rose: "I’m not sure yet. Can I get back to you in a few days?"
Ethan: "Of course. Take all the time you need."
I nodded and then turned to leave.
As I walked out of Ethan’s office, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with nerves.
This was going to be a big decision, and I wasn’t sure what the future held.
Days passed as I mulled over Ethan’s proposal.
I knew that a joint fashion line with Blackwood Corporation would be an incredible opportunity, but I wasn’t sure if it was something I wanted to do.
I had always been very particular about my designs and the message they conveyed, and I wasn’t sure if working with someone else would align with my values.
But at the same time, the thought of having access to Blackwood Corporation’s resources was incredibly tempting.
One evening, as I sat in my apartment sketching out new designs, I decided that I needed to make a decision.
I picked up my phone and dialed Ethan’s number.
Ethan: "Hello?"
Rose: "Ethan, it’s Rose. I’ve been thinking about your proposal, and I’m willing to agree to the collaboration."
Ethan: "That’s great news. What made you change your mind?"
Rose: "I think this could be an incredible opportunity for both of us. But there’s one condition."
Ethan: "What’s that?"
Rose: "A portion of the profits from our joint fashion line will go towards cancer research."
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment I wondered if I had gone too far.
But then Ethan spoke up.
Ethan: "That’s a noble cause. I agree to your terms."
Rose: "Great. When can we meet to discuss the details?"
Ethan: "Tomorrow at noon, my office."
I arrived at Blackwood Corporation just before noon, clutching my portfolio filled with sketches and notes.
The receptionist recognized me and gave me a wave as I walked in, her smile a mix of curiosity and respect.
I took the elevator up to the 30th floor, and then walked down the hallway to Ethan’s office.
As I entered, he was standing by the window, looking out over the city skyline.
He turned as I approached, his eyes flicking over me before he nodded.
"Let’s get started," he said, gesturing towards a table that had been set up with coffee and pastries.
I followed him over, setting my portfolio down on the edge of the table as I sat down.
Ethan took a seat across from me, his hands clasped together in front of him.
"So," he said, "tell me about your vision for this line."
I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts together as I began to speak.
"I want this line to be all about empowerment. I want it to be bold and daring, but also feminine and elegant. I think we can create something truly special if we work together."
Ethan listened intently as I spoke, his eyes never leaving mine.
Occasionally he would nod or ask a question, but for the most part he simply sat there and listened.
When I finished speaking, he sat back in his chair and let out a sigh. "I like it," he said finally.
"I think we can make something incredible together."
We spent the next hour going over the details of our contract, discussing things like profit margins and production timelines.
It was all very businesslike, but I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with nerves.
As the meeting came to a close, Ethan stood up and extended his hand.
"Let’s make this happen," he said, his eyes shining with determination.
I took his hand, feeling a surge of energy run through me.
"Let’s do it," I replied, my voice filled with conviction.
And with that, our partnership was sealed.
Over the next few weeks, I worked tirelessly to bring my vision for the joint fashion line to life.
I spent countless hours sketching and brainstorming, pouring my heart and soul into every detail.
Finally, the day arrived when I could present my ideas to Ethan.
I walked into his office, my portfolio clutched tightly in my hands.
Ethan looked up from his computer, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
"What do you have for me?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.
I took a deep breath and began to speak, my words flowing out in a rush of excitement and nerves.
"I’ve been working nonstop to come up with something truly special for our joint fashion line. I want it to be bold and daring, but also feminine and elegant. I think we can create something truly incredible if we work together." Ethan listened intently as I spoke, his eyes never leaving mine.
Occasionally he would nod or ask a question, but for the most part he simply sat there and listened.
When I finished speaking, he sat back in his chair and let out a sigh.
"I like it," he said finally.
"I think we can make something incredible together."
I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
"Let’s do it," I replied, my voice filled with determination.
And with that, our partnership was sealed.
Over the next few months, Ethan and I worked tirelessly to bring our joint fashion line to life.
We spent countless hours sketching and brainstorming, pouring our hearts and souls into every detail.
Finally, the day arrived when we could unveil our creation to the world.
The fashion show was held at a beautiful venue overlooking the city skyline, and it was packed with industry insiders and press from all over the world. As the lights dimmed and the music began to play, I felt a sense of excitement mixed with nerves wash over me.
This was it – this was our moment to shine.
The first model stepped out onto the runway, wearing a stunning black gown that flowed behind her like smoke.
The crowd erupted into applause as she walked down the catwalk, her confidence radiating off of her in waves.
Ethan leaned over and whispered, "Look at them, Rose. They're captivated."
Rose nodded, her eyes glistening with pride. "I never imagined it would feel like this."
Ethan smiled, his voice barely audible over the applause. "This is just the beginning."
The show went on for the next hour, with each outfit more breathtaking than the last.
As the final model walked off the runway, the crowd erupted into a standing ovation.
Ethan and I stood up, our arms around each other as we took in the applause.
We had done it – we had created something truly special.
After the show, Ethan and I sat in his office, surrounded by sketches and fabric samples.
The room buzzed with potential as we brainstormed ideas for our next line.
Ethan leaned over the table, pointing to one of the sketches.
"This one," he said, "this is what we’re going for."
I nodded, feeling a sense of partnership wash over me.
We spent the next few hours going over every detail of our next line, from theme to materials.
Each suggestion built upon the last, creating something truly special. As we finalized our concept, Ethan stood up and stretched his arms overhead.
"Let’s celebrate," he said, his voice filled with excitement.
"Let’s go out for dinner."
I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement mixed with nerves.
This was it – this was our moment to shine.
We arrived at the restaurant just as the sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the city.
The sounds of laughter and clinking cutlery filled the air as we were led to our table.
Ethan pulled out my chair and then took his seat across from me.
The waiter came over and handed us menus, giving us a moment to decide.
"I’ll have the filet mignon," Ethan said, closing his menu.
"And a bottle of your finest wine."
The waiter nodded and then turned to me.
"And for you, miss?"
I opened my menu, scanning the options quickly.
"I’ll have the salmon," I said, closing my menu.
"And a glass of white wine."
The waiter nodded and then walked away, leaving us alone.
Ethan leaned forward, his eyes shining with excitement.
"This is it," he said, his voice filled with determination.
"This is our moment to shine."
I smiled, feeling a sense of pride wash over me.
We had worked so hard for this, and now it was finally happening.
As we waited for our meals to arrive, we talked about our plans for the future.
We both knew that this was just the beginning – that there were endless possibilities ahead of us. The waiter returned with our meals and poured us each a glass of wine.
Ethan lifted his glass in a toast.
"To new beginnings," he said, his voice filled with emotion.
I raised my glass in response, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over me.
