Pregnant For My Bestfriend’s Billionaire Husband

Chapter One“Please, there has to be something you can do,” Emily pleaded, gripping the edge of the banker’s desk, whose attention remained focused on his computer.“No, ma’am. Nothing can be done,” he replied, eyes still glued to the screen.Frustration boiled inside her. She wanted to scream. Grab his neatly ironed banker’s shirt and shake him until he acknowledged her, but even if she had the courage, it wouldn’t change anything.“I don’t get it! The scammers took everything: my life savings. Why won’t the bank help me?” she shouted, her voice raw with desperation, finally making him look up at her.The banker sighed, finally meeting her gaze. “Ma’am, I’ve explained this to you,” he said, irritation in his tone. “Their account is frozen and under police investigation. Your money is tied up in the case.”“So that’s it?” Emily choked out, her chest tightening.“My money is gone. I can’t even access the building I paid for. No money, no building…” Tears welled up in her eyes.“I’m tru

Chapter ThreeInside the cab, just a few minutes from the café, Emily couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Thinking about the conversation she had with Becca that morning didn’t help at all.“I don’t trust that spoiled rich girl,” Becca had said with disdain after Emily told her about the text.“She just wants to meet up. It’s no biggie,” Emily said defensively.“Why couldn’t she just send you the money? That’s if she even wanted to help.”“I don’t know,” Emily shrugged.“See? That alone is suspicious. Why ask to meet at that overpriced café?”“Becca, please don’t be like this,” Emily said, suddenly feeling low, the highs and thrills leaving her.“I’m just trying to look out for you, Emily,” Becca responded, and Emily nodded.“I think I should go alone,” Emily said, not wanting any more of this sudden sense of doom.“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I’m just trying to help,” Becca said with an apologetic pout.“It’s okay. I just figured it would be better that way. S

Chapter Five Richard woke up before the morning sun crept in. The faint glow of the city skyline seeped through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his master bedroom. The bedroom was spacious, masculine, and meticulously arranged, very different from Vanessa’s, just down the hall. Pushing Vanessa from his thoughts,he needed to be at the office earlier than usual. After his usual morning routine of showering now fully dressed Richard ssessed his reflection in the mirror. his navy Brioni suit, pair with plain black turtleneck longs sleeves instead of the usual tie-neck long sleeves did a fine job in emphasizing his stature. nodding in satisfaction His gaze landed on the final touch: his wedding band. A symbol of duty rather than devotion. When he reached the dining hall, Vanessa was already seated, elegantly dressed in an ivory pantsuit cinched at the waist. Her makeup was flawless, and her long nails tapped lightly against her coffee cup. She was always flamboyant but toda

Chapter 7Richard exhaled, running a frustrated hand through his hair as he sat down on his executive chair.He had just finished another round of stressful meetings, and it wasn’t even close to the end.Whoever says running a successful company was easy needed to be arrested.Turning on his computer screen, his gaze landed on the charts, making a smile creep up his lips.The company’s stocks were through the roof. Everybody who was anybody wanted to get their hands on Williams Enterprise stocks, making his company one of the top leading industries in the world.He smiled as he texted his personal assistant a few details that would be discussed at the next board meeting.They needed to prepare well for their rivals, as he was sure that they would not be happy with his improvement. It had taken him a whole lot of thinking, calculation, and strategizing to be able to secure that major deal for the company,leading to them making all the news headlines.And he’d be damned if he let anybo

Chapter 9“We’re here, ma’am,” the driver’s voice echoed through Emily’s head.Willing herself back to reality, she stepped out of the cab, the cold evening breeze drying up the tears on her cheeks.After paying the cab driver,she stood at the entrance to her house,her chest heavy. As she looked around her surroundings.Her mind drifted back to old memories of the time she and her family had shared here.The house had been in her family for many years, passed down from generation to generation, with only a few renovations,most of which her father had done by hand to at least keep the place running. And she’d be damned if she let that tradition come to an end simply because of her carelessness.Yes, her family had not been rich, but they tried to make do with what they had. Her father was a handyman who had done anything and everything for money, and he did a good job taking care of and providing for his family.That was how she had gotten to meet Vanessa. Her father had taken her al