All Chapters of Bred By My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Bile rose and I had to run to the bathroom to be sick, to make my body keep the awful taste of coffee from settling into whatever new reality was forming inside me. I knelt on the cold tile, hands on the sink, trying to steady myself. Tears burned behind my eyes. I had never been less of a hero in my own story. What would my mother say? My mother, who liked to fold moral certainty around the problems of her children like a warm blanket. No, I couldn’t call anyone. Not yet. Calling anyone felt like detonating a bomb. My career would be in jeopardy. Everyone at work would gossip. The press would have a field day if anyone ever traced this to Stephano. My life, which up to now had been the careful stacking of things.And him. I kept circling back to him because my neuroses had turned into a magnet: Stephano and his casual, reckless invulnerability. He had caused this. He’d pulled me into rooms and left me bruised in places that no one saw. He had spoken with the comfortable assurance of

~ Stephano Hell, Camilla Whitlock was pregnant. Pregnant with my child. My child. Hell. My blood ran hot, my groin throbbed in an instant, a reaction I hated myself for. I’d imagined her swollen with my seed before, fantasized about the weight of her belly beneath my hands, the life inside her a result of me, but this? Seeing the actual proof in her hands, the test staring up at me like a mocking mirror? I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t.“What do you expect me to do with this?” I finally said, pacing, my fists clenching and unclenching as if I could squeeze the chaos out of my brain. “Do you even understand the disaster you’ve created?”She just looked at me, arms crossed, chin high. That infuriated me more. “I’ve told you. Deal with it. I’m telling you the truth. I’m not asking for permission.”I laughed. “Truth? Camilla, this isn’t truth. This is… chaos. Chaos you’ve created by being too stupid to follow the simplest instruction! Go on birth control! How hard was that?!”She raise

~ LydiaI walked back into the office exactly thirty-two minutes later. He was still there, sitting like a child in timeout, elbows on his knees, head dropped, twiddling his thumbs as if the world had ended.“Stephano Maddens,” I announced, tossing my bag on his desk with all the drama of a movie reveal, “congratulations, you’re getting married.”He lifted his head slowly, like someone waking from a bad dream. For a second, I thought he hadn’t heard me. And then, he exploded.He shot out of his chair, laughter bursting out of him like a fire hydrant. He actually doubled over, clutching his stomach, wheezing.“Oh my God…” he gasped, tears threatening to spill from the corner of his eyes. “That’s…oh, that’s rich. Lydia, you’ve finally lost it. Marriage? Me? Ha! That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all year.”I just stood there, staring blankly, arms crossed, waiting. “Did I say something funny?”“Yes!” He pointed at me as though I’d just performed stand-up. “Hilarious! ‘Stephano Maddens

~ LydiaI had just about wrangled these two feral cats into some semblance of a conversation when my phone buzzed on the conference table. I ignored it, at first. Nothing was more important than pinning Maddens down before he exploded again or getting the girl to stop crossing her arms like a sulky teenager.Then it buzzed again. Twice.I sighed, pinched the bridge of my nose, and finally flipped the phone over. One glance at the screen and my stomach dropped. A photo. It was grainy but clear enough. Stephano. His hand clamped around Camilla’s waist, pulling her flush against him like she belonged there. Like they weren’t in public. Like he didn’t have the entire financial world watching his every move.The text attached read:You didn’t tell me the big bad Maddens was dating someone. Who is she???And because the universe clearly hated me, another ping followed seconds later:Lyds, this is front-page stuff. You better give me something better, or I’m running with it.Joe. Damn it, J

~ Camilla I wanted to disappear. Anywhere.The punch flute felt like a weapon in my hand. The delicate stem felt like a stand-in for the knife. I wished I could plunge it into his heart. Across the crowded, glittering gala, he was holding court. The man who had systematically dismantled my life and was now forcing me to help him rebuild the pieces into a pretty, acceptable picture. The second I stepped into the ballroom, every pair of eyes seemed to cut straight through me, curious, assessing, judging. My hand rested stiffly on Stephano’s arm, though “rested” was too polite a word. It was glued. His grip around my waist was firm and unyielding, as if he were reminding me with every subtle squeeze that I was no longer mine. My back was bare in the silk dress Lydia had picked out. It was elegant, scandalously low, and utterly humiliating. I felt exposed and vulnerable. I felt like a doll being paraded around for a crowd that already hated her.“Smile,” Aaron murmured under his breath,