All Chapters of Accidentally Pregnant with the Billionaire’s Baby: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Adrian sat alone in his apartment with the outside world so distant and non-existing to him. The number just wouldn’t leave his head.‘Ninety-nine point nine percent.’It echoed like a verdict.He had replayed the doctor’s voice over and over until it blended with another memory he hadn’t thought about in years. The clinic. The name had struck him immediately. He pulled open his laptop now and logged into a private portal he hadn’t accessed since everything else in his life had almost ended. That was three years ago. He had walked into that clinic. Young and terrified, facing a cancer scare that had thankfully turned out to be treatable. But before treatment, the doctors had recommended preserving his genetic material. Just in case.And he had done it without thinking twice. He got his sperm samples stored. Paid the annual fees. Then forgot about them entirely once the cancer was gone and he'd rebuilt his life. He hadn’t told many people. Not the press. Not even Arabella. But his m

The neutral exchange location was a family services center on the east side of the city. It smelled like disinfectant and sadness.Arabella arrived fifteen minutes early, her hands gripping the steering wheel long after she'd parked. She stared at the building's beige exterior, at the glass doors that separated her from the moment she'd been waiting for.Three days.She would have Raina for three days.It should have felt like victory. Instead, it felt like begging for scraps of her own child.She checked her reflection in the rearview mirror. she had on minimal makeup, soft sweater and Jeans. Monica had advised her to look "maternal but stable." Not too put-together, that read as cold and not too casual that read as unstable.Arabella had spent an hour choosing an outfit that would prove she was worthy of her own daughter.The absurdity of it made her want to scream.She got out of the car, smoothing her hands over her jeans, and walked toward the building. The late afternoon sun fel

The penthouse was too quiet.Adrian Whitmore sat in his dark study, the only light coming through was from the amber glow of a half-empty glass of scotch and the light popping from the screen of his smartphone. He had spent the last hour staring at a photo of Arabella he’d taken months ago, back when they were happy, back when the word "father" was just a distant concept and not a physical weight crushing his chest.His thumb hovered over her name in his contacts. He’d typed I’m sorry so many times the words had lost their meaning.He had driven to her house again tonight. He’d sat in the shadows of his car for three hours, watching the silhouette of her moving past the nursery window. He had wanted to get out. He had wanted to storm up those stairs, pull her into his arms, and tell her that he didn't care about the conspiracy or the Whitmore curse.But then he would see the DNA report in his mind. Ninety-nine point nine percent.His mind drifted to Raina, how her tiny fingers wrapped

Raina didn’t cry when Arabella lifted her from the car seat this time. That alone felt like a miracle. She blinked up at Arabella, dark lashes fluttering, cheeks still round with sleep, her small fingers curling instinctively into the collar of Arabella’s coat. she didnt resist or scream. Arabella swallowed hard and held her closer, breathing her in. Baby shampoo. Warm skin. That faint, comforting scent that belonged to home, even if home was still something they were learning together.“You’re getting so heavy,” Arabella murmured, pressing a kiss into Raina’s curls. Raina giggled. A real fat one. Arabella froze and then laughed too, half disbelief, half joy. “Oh. So you can laugh with me.” Raina babbled something unintelligible and patted Arabella’s cheek as if to say obviously.Inside the apartment, Arabella moved slowly and according to everything the child therapist had suggested. She had rearranged things since the last handoff. The nursery was softer now. Less perfect and more

The vibrating phone dragged Arabella from sleep.She blinked groggily at the unfamiliar ceiling, it was Adrian's penthouse. They'd attended a business conference that stretched past midnight, and rather than make the drive across the city, she'd let him convince her to stay. His arm was warm across her waist, still deep in sleep.6:47 AM.Too early for anything good. Twenty-three missed calls. Forty-seven text messages. Her email inbox showed 289 unread messages and climbing. Her stomach dropped."Adrian." She shook his shoulder. "Adrian, wake up."He stirred, blinking against the early morning light. "What's wrong?"Arabella's hands trembled as she opened the first text. It was from her assistant: Ms. Ashford, I don't know what's happening but the media is everywhere. Please call me.The next was from her lawyer: Emergency. Call immediately.Then her business partner: What the hell did you do?"Bella?" Adrian sat up, fully awake now. "What is it?"She opened her email. The subject lin