All Chapters of The Tycoon's Secret Pregnant-Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The ringing of a phone woke her up. Macy sat up with a whimper, grimacing at the clawing pain that tore at her lower body. She reached for the telephone on the nightstand, struggling not to throw up as she answered the call. “Hello?”“Macy.” The irate voice of her direct boss that managed the cleaning staff rang out loudly. “Are you still cleaning the rooms? It has been hours! Don’t tell me you’re slacking off!”Hours? She sat up fully, looking at the bedside clock. About two hours had already passed since she had been brought here. “You had better get back to you job, or you’ll be fired. And your pay will be docked for this.” Before she could say anything, the lime went dead. Returning the telephone, she scrambled out of the bed. Fuck, she couldn’t afford to have her pay docked. She was struggling as it was. Macy flinched at the sight of the man from earlier on the bed. He was sleeping, his back turned to her. Fear and hatred as well as disgust welled up inside her throat. The fac

Just as Graeme was about to form a reply, a dark haired child of about five to six years old ran in their direction. One of his arms was bandaged, and there were tears running down his cheeks. Suddenly, he tripped on his own feet, stumbling and crashing into the arms of his mother. “Oh!” His mother exclaimed, holding the boy. “Are you alright, dear? You shouldn’t be running, you could have hurt yourself.”“I’m sorry.” The boy mumbled, wiping his cheeks with his good hand. “Don’t be mad at me.”“Of course I’m not mad.” His mother reassured. “It would have been nice if you were my grandson. You’re a polite little boy. Where are your parents?”The boy dropped his hand, looking up at them with damp eyes. “I don’t have a daddy, and my mommy is mad at me.”“Oh, poor child.” She took out a hanky to wipe his face. “Why is she mad at you?”“Because we’re poor and I ran on the street and a car hit me, and now she needs to pay for my medicine and she doesn’t have the money.” His eyes brown eyes

The look on Annette’s face was priceless. Macy fought the urge to laugh as she watched them. Good, she thought viciously. Annette deserved that and much worse.Annette recovered quickly from her surprise. Still holding his arm, she whined. “Graeme.”Macy couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the whiny, cutesy tone that was honestly very grating to listen to. If pick-me was a person, it would be Annette at this moment. Graeme quickly lost whatever patience he had. Unceremoniously, he pulled his arm out of her grip. “I have important matters to attend to.”“Babe…” Annette tried again. “Need I remind you that we’re no longer in a relationship?” He interrupted stonily. “Handle this yourself.”Before she could protest further, Graeme left immediately. Annette stood frozen for a minute, her entire frame rigid with tension. A scarlet flush had crept up on her cheeks, staining them visibly. Abruptly, she stormed back to Macy. A thunderous expression sat on her face. “I’m going to sue you.” S

All the hope Macy held came crashing down into her stomach. Disappointment festered in her chest. “Oh. I understand.” She said mutely. At least, she comforted herself, she had tried. It was okay. She would find another job somewhere else. It wasn’t the end of the world. The sound of footsteps sounded in the hall, and Macy looked up to see who it was. It was Annette. Mentally cursing, she cursed her luck. The bitch was back. Just great. She really couldn’t catch a break. “Graeme.” Annette cooed, “There you are. You’re late.” She pouted. “Annette.” Mr. Kincaid acknowledged. His tone was very dry. “You’re already here.”“I’m always punctual.” Annette beamed. The smile died the instant she spotted Macy. “You’re still here?” “You know her?” He asked, looking mildly surprised. “She’s that fraudster from two days ago, at the hospital.” Macy’s ears burned at the insult. “You’re hiring her?”“No. She doesn’t meet the requirements.” His reply made her grin maliciously. “Let me guess, b

A low disbelieving gasp left Macy at the unexpected slap. Instinctively, her hand came up to cup her cheek. It stung badly. Annette’s green eyes flashed with malicious enjoyment. “Don’t you ever dare to disrespect me again. I’m Graeme’s fiancée! I have every right to throw that brat out of here.”Macy lowered her hand. “You’re not Mr. Kincaid’s fiancée.” She said, finding perverse glee in the fury that burned in the woman’s eyes. “He said so himself just yesterday, or did you conveniently forget?”“Disgusting, filthy plebian.” Annette hissed, and slapped Macy swiftly yet again. “You have no fucking right to say that! Graeme didn’t mean it!”“You stupid bitch–” Macy swore, seeing red for a full minute. She was about to return the favor to Annette when someone stepped forward, inserting themself between them. “Ms. Richards.” The woman in front of her beamed. “Lovely to see you again. Mr. Kincaid is out on a meeting, but I’m sure you wouldn’t mind waiting for his return. Shall I fetch