All Chapters of The Tycoon's Secret Pregnant-Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Let me go!” Macy shouted at Annette’s brother as he pulsed her towards the door. Her voice reverberated loudly in the now silent hall. There was disgust and contempt in the eyes of the guests as they watched the spectacle Annette was hell bent on making of Macy. “Shut up. Paul, take her out please, she’s too noisy.” Annette ordered in a bored tone. “You can’t do this to me!” Macy yelled as she struggled against Paul’s steel-like grip. “I’m the child’s mother! I was invited here! Stop!”“Oh, stop whining.” Annette rolled her eyes. “Are you not ashamed of yourself? You must be really shameless to think that just because you popped out a baby means you automatically get a seat at the table.” “Shut the fuck up.” Macy hissed at her. “No, you shut the fuck up.” Annette retorted sharply. “Let’s be for real for a minute, okay?” She said in a falsely sweet tone, haughty disdain written all over her beautiful face. “If it weren’t for the fact that you got knocked up, there’s no way you wo

Graeme strode purposefully down the hallway. He was accompanied by Mr. Summers and several security guards. They had received information earlier that the situation at the hall was now significantly worse, confirming that Ms. Sands was causing a scene. Graeme gritted his teeth. Why the hell was Macy here now? After her outburst at his office, he had assumed that she no longer had any interest in being with him. Her demand for child support and casual mention of a rich fiancé had hurt him, but had convinced him that his mother had been right about her. She had only wanted his money. So why…? Was she here to garner attention for herself? Macy didn’t seem like the type of person to clout chase at any cost, even public hate, but who knew? Maybe he had read her wrong and she really was just trying to mooch off him in any way she could. It didn’t matter. Graeme would handle this swiftly and painlessly. Pushing open the door, he stepped into the large hall in which his mother had chosen

The moment Graeme’s men dragged the group of men into the gala hall, Macy’s entire body locked in recognition. It was them. The kidnappers. The same men who had tried to take Will earlier that day. Her fingers curled into fists, her nails biting into her palms hard enough to leave crescent marks. The memory of Will’s terrified scream when they’d snatched him from the dressing room flashed behind her eyes, and for a second, she couldn’t breathe. He was safe now, Macy reminded herself. She had saved him from them. Across the room, Annette went rigid. Her manicured hands, which had been clenched at her sides, twitched once before she took a deliberate step back—sheltering herself behind her mother with a cold, calculated attitude. The way she moved reminded Macy of a snake coiling, ready to strike or retreat depending on which served her better. Just yet another reason to dislike the woman – her sneakiness. Graeme did not move, but his voice cut through the room like a blade. “Anne

Graeme’s fingers tightened around Macy’s wrist as he pulled her through the dispersing crowd, his touch burning through the thin fabric of her sleeve. She could feel the barely restrained tremor in his grip—that same powerful hand which had traced loving patterns across her skin now thrumming with barely controlled fury. The cool night air hit her flushed face as they emerged outside, doing nothing to calm the fire burning in her chest or the way her pulse fluttered wildly at her throat.Before them, the Richards family moved toward their waiting car like a storm retreating, their expensive shoes clicking sharply against the pavement. Mrs. Richards’ voice carried through the night, sharp as broken glass. “After tonight’s disgrace, consider all ties between our families severed! I won’t have my daughter treated this way!”Marianne hurried after them, her usually composed voice strained with uncharacteristic urgency. “Eleanor, please be reasonable—”“Don’t you ‘Eleanor’ me!” The older

“Twins?” Marianne’s voice echoed inside the limousine as if the word itself had offended the leather seats. It was not the first time she had said the word since that evening. Within the long drive to the estate where Macy was residing in with Will, she had echoed the words or something similar to them. Macy nodded, resting a hand on her stomach with a soft smile. “Yes, twins.”Marianne leaned back in her seat, stunned. “No one on Graeme’s father’s side has ever had twins. Ever. Not in three generations.”Graeme gave a low whistle, a faint smile on his lips. “Looks like we’re breaking records.”Marianne didn’t respond immediately, her attention still on Macy. Her eyes were fixed on Macy as if trying to see into her uterus. “This is… unprecedented.”Macy offered a half-smile. “Do you want me to do a paternity test just to be sure?”Marianne gasped. “Don’t even joke like that. That’s not what I meant.” She reached over and touched Macy’s hand. “I believe you. I’m just trying to wrap my