All Chapters of The Tycoon's Secret Pregnant-Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Graeme held Macy’s hand all throughout the drive from the fundraising event. It was late enough in the evening that the sun was halfway set, and the darkness of the night was slowly creeping in. Macy sat beside him quietly, her attention out of the window. Every once in a while she would glance at him, but she wouldn’t say a thing. He didn’t say anything either because he was trying to give her space to process her emotions. He had already called the estate ahead of time, informing the chef to prepare all of Macy’s favorite meal for their dinner. He planned to help her relax fully from the cluster fuck of emotions that evening had been for her, and what better way to do that than with good food and great company? Unfortunately, as it turned out, Macy had no appetite. The usual dish that never failed to cheer her up and bring up her spirits didn’t help at all. She remained silent, barely eating anything and just picking at her food instead. Her lack of enthusiasm worried him. He wa

Marianne took another sip of her tea from the ceramic tea cup she held. “If I’m being frank, when Eleanor called to tell me they had found Rita, and what was more Rita was Macy, I did not believe them. We’ve been having such a rough patch lately that I assumed that this was some sort of elaborate rise for a larger scheme. Imagine my surprise when I got the test result.”“About that,” Graeme began, finishing the tea biscuit. “I honestly planned on getting someone else to redo the test to make sure, but I wasn’t sure if it was necessary. Eleanor had made it incredibly clear how much she despised Macy after all, so It seems completely unlikely that they would go this far for a ruse.”“Right?” Marianne hummed. “I thought the same thing too. Anyway, Eleanor wanted me to help her with Macy, get her to talk to them and accept them, I guess. Originally I wanted to, because it would benefit our families but I decided not to. This isn’t same as a contract or some deal. It’s Macy, and she deserv

Macy dragged in slow breaths in an effort to calm herself down. Her hands were still tied. It was hard to breath, with her panic rising with ever breath she took. She had been kidnapped. She had been fucking kidnapped. Oh, God what did they plan on doing to her? She couldn’t catch a fucking breath so save her life. Her minds choice of words sent a chilling breath down her spine. Oh God she couldn’t breathe. What if her lungs gave up on her and she died? What would she do? Macy didn’t want to die. She hadn’t wanted to die when her life had been shit, and she sure as hell didn’t want to die now that she was finally seeing everything in her life come together to benefit for.She had so much to live for, so many things that she wanted to do with her new life. She hadn’t even spent much time with Graeme, the man that she loved. Her son, Will. The twins still growing inside her belly. No. She didn’t want to die. She wasn’t going to die. With nothing but the sheer force of her will, Macy

Macy winced as a sharp ache stabbed at her arms from how long she had been sitting on the floor. She had been in that same awkward position for over an hour now, and it didn’t look like she would be getting free of her bindings any time soon.She had been moved from the side of the road into a room, blindfolded of course. The man from earlier had shoved her into a room, made sure she was sitting on the floor and left unceremoniously. That had been a while ago. Macy swallowed, her throat almost as dry as sandpaper. She was so thirsty, and hungry. Because she tend

There was no way this was happening to her. There was absolutely no way this was happening to her. It was happening. For the second time in her life, Macy was about to be raped. Her dignity and integrity was about to be violated yet again, this time not because she had been at the right place at the wrong time. No, this time it would be because her fiancé’s ex was a certifiable maniac with an axe to grind. Macy heard the woman in question snicker as the man above her pulled her clothes apart with relish. “Hurry up.” Annette chuckled from behind them, her voice dripping with perverse enjoyment. “I’m going to enjoy watching this slut get humbled.”Tears leaked from the corners of Macy’s eyes and still she struggled against him. From the feel of it he had succeeded in taking off her skirt, but her underwear was still on, thank God. Macy fought him harder, trying to stopping him from undressing her further. She bucked uncontrollably, trying to throw him off her body. “Get off me!” she