The Billionaire's Pregnant Mistress

Esmeralda pov.I stood outside the emergency room, my hands clenched around my purse so hard that my fingers had gone numb. I should be used to this but I'm not. It never gets easier watching the one you love slip away from you."Doctor... How's my mother?" I blurted, to the first doctor who strode out. "Well…" the doctor pulled off his gloves, his eyes filled with so much seriousness, I felt my heart skip a beat. No! No!"Is she dead?" "No, she's still alive." He responded quickly, and I let out a deep breath I didn't realize I had been holding. "We managed to stabilize her again, Miss Esmeralda. But we can't keep resuscitating her like this." "What do you mean?" I asked.He sighed softly, his hand rubbing against his temples. "Her heart is failing. And these episodes will keep happening, until one day.” He paused. “We won't be able to bring her back. She needs surgery."The hallway seemed to spin, and I staggered backwards. "S...surgery?" I stammered."I'm afraid that's the only

Esmeralda pov Two hours earlier.I stood in front of the dressing mirror, and my chest tightened as I stared at my reflection. But I barely recognized the girl staring back at me.God! Is that really me?I was dressed in a red, flimsy gown Mulan had picked out earlier. It was revealing, short, tighter and more expensive than what I had ever worn in my whole life. My face too, was caked with makeup, and the loud bass from the club did nothing to calm my nerves. “Mulan .. I don't think I can do this… it's not right." My voice trembled. I was about to do the one thing I had vowed I would never do. It was scary and overwhelming. "Stop overthinking it, Esme." Mulan said, dousing me in different scents. "It's just one night, close your eyes and trust me, time will pass by faster."It's not just a night. It's a night of broken vows and promises. I swallowed hard, as she continued to speak, her hands steady where mine were shaking.I looked at her. At the face I had known since our first

Kane’s POV The scarlet bloodstain on the white bedsheets stole my attention, drowning out Maxine's voice coming through the hotel landline.“Boss, I'll have it ready as you've ordered. Is there anything else you need?” “No, that will be all,” I answered, taking an unconscious step closer to the bed. Just minutes ago, I had reached for the hotel phone to order a replacement from Maxine. And for several minutes, I simply stared at the sheets. Memories from this morning rushed in. Her trembling voice, the tears streaming down her face. She hadn't lied. My jaw tightened. For a split second, I questioned if I had judged her too quickly. But then, the image of yesterday afternoon flashed in my mind, and every trace of doubt vanished. A bitter laugh escaped me.Virgin or not, it changed nothing. Whoever she was, she’d still accepted money to sleep with a total stranger. Whether it was out of greed or desperation, it made no difference to me. She was still a woman, and I refused to be f

Kane’s POVTwo days ago, I walked out of this house believing it was my home, believing I had a family. Now, it was nothing more than a mansion built on deceit. I hadn't even taken three steps into the living room when Claudia's furious voice echoed through the mansion.“Look who decided to show up.”I stopped but didn't turn to face her immediately, as she rushed down the stairs wearing a negligee. The exact one I had bought her last year for our anniversary. It looked entirely distasteful to me now."Where the hell have you been for the past two days?” she snapped."At work." I responded, and walked to the drinks cabinet, poured myself a glass of whiskey, and took a slow sip."Is that all you have to say?" Her voice rang out in disbelief. "Two days, Kane. I've been calling you for days, and you've ignored every single one of my calls. I was worried sick, wondering if something terrible had happened to you! And what do I get in return?" She let out a bitter laugh. "I got thrown ou

Kane's pov“For the gala, the caterers confirmed Thursday, but the florist is saying they're booked and won't be available. I have two hundred guests to host on Saturday evening, and the planning is a disaster. I should fire the event hall manager……..that man is completely clueless…”“You are becoming your father.”Claudia's words echoed in my brain, overlapping with Jayson's rambling voice as anger swirled inside me, making my jaw twitch.Six years ago, at my father's deathbed, I had sworn I would never be like him. To become a man who changed women like clothes, who couldn't be bothered to show up for his family, opting instead to send gifts through courier services. I had watched my mother cry too many times, promising myself on my wedding night that I would never put my wife in that position.Claudia knew that was my breaking point. And she had weaponized it anyway. That ingrate.“Kane? Are you even listening to me?” Jayson stopped rambling and frowned across the table.“The flo