Saving Her Billionaire

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Blurb:

A BWWM, billionaire, pregnancy romance. Phoebe’s at that stage. Not only is she rethinking her job, but she’s down in luck in the dating department too. Nate, on the other hand, lives life in easy mode; having a multi-billionaire for a dad can do that for you. Things change however when his father dies.

Feeling the pressures of taking over the family business, Nate finds himself at a bar, ready to drown his sorrows. What he wasn’t expecting however was to meet Phoebe, a woman he’d go on to spend the night with. A one-night stand, no harm right?

But what he didn’t expect was to end up as her patient. More so, he really didn’t expect to find out she’s pregnant with his baby! Can they make things work? Or is this just another one for Phoebe’s failed relationship list? Discover all in this captivating pregnancy romance by Mia Cater.

Chapter 1

Life, Phoebe had found, was not as easy as it looked like when one was a child. By the time adulthood came creeping around, the responsibilities that came with this new, mysterious label were numerous and had to be dealt with simultaneously and with little to no help from other people who held this label. Even people who had held the label for longer were of no real help because they didn’t really know what they were doing either, and this meant adults that one was related to, whether they were parents or older siblings or aunts or uncles, could not help either. Everyone was trying to find their feet, and very few ever actually managed to settle properly into the role of an active adult before the end came rolling around.

This was the excuse that Phoebe used to justify why it had taken so long for her to actually get settled in life. This was not to say that she had been irresponsible. Quite the contrary, she was quite a responsible person, all things considered. She was very caring towards her mother, the only parent she had ever had. She had always been good in school, completing assignments on time and making sure that her teachers were always completely satisfied with her performance.

The only problem was that she did not quite know where to focus her intellect and energy. She did not know which field would best suit her talents, and this was a problem that time had not solved for her. She had been stuck in ruts before. In fact, her entire life seemed like one rut after the other, a series of confusing situations that she struggled to get a handle on. She often felt like she was the sole survivor of a sunken ship, jumping from driftwood to driftwood, struggling to keep alive and afloat in a world that was not at all merciful towards her.

She was often envious of people that had a clear cut vision of what they wanted to do in life. She envied them their sense of purpose, and their confidence in this purpose. She marveled at how certain people simply knew what they wanted to do. She had friends that had always wanted to be doctors and successfully managed to achieve their dreams, and several other friends that did the same in a variety of different fields.

She also had friends who had not been so confident, but had managed to decide on a major that they wanted to complete in college and thus prepared themselves for the world by securing employment through their college degree. There were also a lot of people that wanted to do something but after starting their education in that particular field would end up realizing that it wasn’t for them at all. These were the people that amazed her the most. They were not in the same boat as her. They did not suffer from the malady of never having found a purpose. No, they were people that had had a purpose but had lost it along the way. Yet, each and every one of her friends and acquaintances that had gone through this had known just how to handle it, and it had not taken them long to settle on a field that actually served them well and allowed them to use their talents to the fullest.

So many people that she knew, all of whom seemed to know exactly what they were doing. Each and every one of these people were able to navigate the treacherous terrain of adulthood and completed degrees in a mere four years. Phoebe, on the other hand, had taken twice as long to complete a degree.

The only reason for this was that she simply did not know what she wanted to do in her life. She did not know what path she wanted to follow, she did not know where her talents would be best suited. She was extremely indecisive about what she wanted to do, and if one were to analyze the reason for this they would find that it was because she was too much of a perfectionist.

If people managed to complete their college degrees on time, it was for no other reason than they were a little short sighted. They would complete a degree and start a career, and if a few years into that career they realized that it was not what they wanted to do, well, it was far too late by then to do anything about it. They might end up being depressed, a lot of them would certainly end up unsatisfied with their career choice, but each and every one of them would actually have a career to pursue, something to give their lives purpose.

Phoebe was far too smart to be this short sighted. She did not want to end up in a career that she regretted, she did not want to spend her entire life doing something that she did not love doing because life was far too short to be lived like that. Life had to be lived to the fullest because, at the end of the day, we only ever got one shot at life, and the long and short of this was that we had to make the best of it with what we had.

It was this fear of ending up in a career that she did not love that led Phoebe to take eight years to complete college. She changed her major several times over the course of these eight years, each time believing that she had finally stumbled upon something that she loved, something that she would be able to do for the rest of her life and not regret it. She wanted her career to be something she enjoyed, not just something she tolerated after all. She wanted her career to be something that allowed her to feel fulfilled, to allow her to feel like she was finally doing something that made a difference.

She had started off studying English literature. It was a good choice, all things considered. After all, Phoebe had always been a really good writer. In fact, she had won a national award for young writers and her teachers had fawned over her writing skills all the time, praising the skill with which she crafted her narrative and the language she used. She was neither pretentious nor simple in her writing. She managed to convey emotion without seeming sentimental, yet at the same time her writing was not cold and sterile as writing can so often be when the writer is attempting to avoid sounding cheesy. Her characters were vividly real, so much so that people often believed that they were based on real life people. This was never the case, of course. Her characters would have bits and pieces of people in her life, of course, but the mosaic that her characters eventually became were pieced together using a number of real people and a healthy dose of Phoebe’s imagination.

Hence, Phoebe’s mastery of the art form of writing fiction inspired her to take up English Literature as her major, and for about a year she was highly satisfied with her choice. She was good at it, to be sure. She was very good at it, in fact, the best in her class. Her professors were amazed at her ability to analyze the literature she was reading and provide succinct, accurate and thoughtful opinions on the motivations of the characters and the direction the plot was taking. Phoebe had always been a straight A student, and when she started studying literature at university nothing about this changed whatsoever.