All Chapters of Accidentally Pregnant with the Billionaire’s Baby: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A surrogate?“What… what are you talking about?” The words barely escaped Arabella’s lips as confusion clouded her features.This could not be happening. Three years of marriage to Everett. Three years of what she believed was love, devotion, and a shared future. Never once had he mentioned surrogacy. Not even a hint. She lifted her eyes to meet his, desperately searching for proof that this was all a terrible misunderstanding.But Everett would not even look at her.His attention was fully absorbed by Lillian. The two of them stood together, acting as though Arabella had simply ceased to exist.The realization struck her.She had just given birth for a monster.How had she been so blind? How had he worn his mask so flawlessly?The door opened again, and Arabella’s breath caught in her throat. Faces she had sworn she would never see again, not after burying her mother, walked into the room.Her father, Richard, entered first, his expression smug. Behind him came Patricia, her stepmoth

Eight months in, Arabella had reclaimed three more properties and launched a successful investment firm. People began talking about Arabella Ashford, the rising business prodigy with ice in her veins and fire in her strategy.Late one night, after a particularly brutal negotiation that ended in her favor, she returned to find Adrian waiting in her penthouse with champagne."You were magnificent today," he said, handing her a glass."I learned from the best." Arabella set down the glass and moved closer. "Adrian, I—"He kissed her before she could finish.It was nothing like Everett's calculated kisses. This one felt like fire and desperation and months of tension finally breaking. Arabella's hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer as he backed her against the wall.When they broke apart, both breathing hard, Adrian rested his forehead against hers."Fuck…you don't know how long I have wanted to do that. How long I’ve dreamt of tasting you." he admitted."Really?""Haven't I been

The silence fell in the waiting room again. All eyes glued on Arabella, who looked completely lost. "You WHORE!"Lilian's scream echoed down the hallway, her perfectly manicured nails pointing accusingly at Arabella. Her face twisted with rage.Arabella stumbled backwards, her legs were still weak from the blood donation. Adrian's hand reached out to steady her, but she almost missed his hand and would've hit the floor. Her mind was spinning, trying to process what the doctor had just said. Nothing made sense at all.Adrian’s blood was a perfect match! How?"You trapped him!" Lilian shrieked, advancing on Arabella like a predator. "You got pregnant with another man's baby and made Everett think it was his! You lying, manipulative…""I didn't!" The words tore from Arabella's throat, raw and desperate. "I would never.""Then explain THIS!" Everett's voice broke through the room. He stepped forward, hands shaking as he pointed between Arabella and Adrian. "Explain how YOUR LOVER'S blo

"What?" Arabella's voice was barely a whisper. "The DNA results confirm that Mr. Adrian Whitmore is a ninety-nine point nine percent biological match to Raina Quinn."The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Arabella's breath stopped. The room tilted. Her fingers gripped the armrest so tightly her knuckles went white. Beside her was Adrian who had gone perfectly still. His face drained of color, jaw clenching hard.Across from them, Everett made a sound, like a choked cry. He staggered back, gripping the edge of the desk as though it was the only thing keeping him upright. Lilian's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes opened wide with shock.No one spoke.No one moved.The silence stretched, suffocating and absolute.Finally, the doctor continued, his voice gentle but firm. "Mr. Quinn, you show zero percent biological relation to the child." this was the final blow. Everett's legs gave out. He dropped into the chair behind him, staring at nothing. His face went pale. "That's..."

The air inside Le Prisme smelled of expensive bergamot and luxurious wealth. It was the kind of scent Arabella used to find comforting, but today, it felt like it was choking her.She stood at the velvet-lined counter, her fingers tracing the edge of a small leather portfolio. She wasn't here to shop. She was here to finalize the acquisition of the boutique’s parent company, another piece of her mother’s legacy she was pulling back from the wreckage Richard Hart had created.The silence of the store was broken by a sharp, panicked voice near the evening gown section."I’m telling you, there is a mistake! Check the name again. Vanessa Hart. The account has been active for fifteen years!"Arabella stiffened. She didn't have to turn around to know that shrill, entitled tone."I’m very sorry, Ms. Hart," the clerk spoke politely. "But the system shows the account was deactivated forty-eight hours ago. And the card you provided for the remaining balance on this gown has been declined. Twice