All Chapters of Pregnant For My Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The Breaking PointThe fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor buzzed overhead, casting a cold glow on the cracked tiles beneath Amelia Hart’s worn-out sneakers. She’d been standing there for over an hour, arms tightly wrapped around her chest as though shielding herself from a storm that had long since swept through her life.“Miss Hart?” a nurse called gently, pushing open the door to the waiting room. Amelia’s eyes snapped up, bloodshot from exhaustion. “Your brother’s test results just came in. The doctor would like to speak with you.”Her throat tightened. She nodded, following the nurse like a ghost, her limbs moving on instinct rather than purpose. The doctor stood near the hospital bed where her younger brother, Tyler, lay asleep, IVs plugged into his fragile arms. He looked even smaller beneath the white sheets, his once vibrant face pale and hollow.The doctor cleared his throat. “The tumor is growing faster than we anticipated. Surgery is critical now, not later. We can

Strangers in the Same HouseAmelia woke to the cold silence of the penthouse.She wasn’t used to silence. Back in her family’s tiny apartment, life was always loud. Her father’s grumbling. Tyler’s cartoons playing too loud in the next room. Even the occasional argument from the neighbors upstairs. But here… it was so still, it felt like the air had frozen in place.The luxury of the mattress beneath her felt too soft, too foreign. She hadn’t slept so much as drifted in and out of restlessness, her mind plagued by dreams that didn’t belong to her—dreams of city lights, cold gray eyes, and golden contracts sealed in desperation.She glanced around the room again. Nothing had changed.Too white. Too perfect. Too… soulless.Like him.Amelia took a long breath and pulled the sheets off. It was time to face the day, even if it meant seeing him again. Lucas Stone. The man she’d married only hours ago, but who still felt like a stranger—no, a threat.She opened the walk-in closet and froze.E

The Walls Begin to CrackThe moment Amelia dropped the truth like a grenade, Lucas did what he did best—hide.He didn’t run. He didn’t yell. He didn’t even flinch.He simply walked past her like she hadn’t just flipped both their worlds upside down with three words:“I’m pregnant, Lucas.”She stood there long after he disappeared into his study, the positive test still clutched in her shaking hand, her chest heavy with a mixture of dread and disbelief.He didn’t demand a DNA test.He didn’t accuse her of tricking him.He didn’t do anything.And that, somehow, was worse.⸻Amelia barely slept that night.Her thoughts spun into chaos. Every time she closed her eyes, she pictured the way he looked—calm, unreadable, untouchable.How could he be so cold?How could she have been so stupid?⸻Across the penthouse, Lucas stood in front of his liquor cabinet with a glass of whiskey he hadn’t touched. The amber liquid caught the moonlight like liquid fire, but he didn’t drink it.He stared at i