All Chapters of Accidentally Pregnant with the Billionaire’s Baby: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Adrian and Arabella arrived at the Whitmore Hotel five minutes to six, Nathan following close behind with his briefcase full of evidence. The concierge nodded them toward the private elevator that led directly to the penthouse suites.As they rose toward the penthouse in the elevator, Arabella checked her phone. No messages from Maria. The uneasy feeling in her chest wouldn't go away.Claudia's suite was exquisite, elegant furniture, full length windows, the kind of wealth that didn't need to announce itself.Claudia stood by those windows, a glass of white wine in her hand, perfectly composed. She'd dressed for battle in ivory and pearls, hair pulled back in that severe chignon that made her look ageless and untouchable.She turned when they entered. Her gaze swept over all three of them; her son, the journalist and the woman who'd refused her money."Adrian," she said. Her voice was cool. "And you've brought an audience. How theatrical.""Mother." Adrian's voice was cold. "We need t

Across the city, Adrian lowered his phone slowly. Nathan stood beside him.“So we have enough to bury them,” Nathan said.“Yes.”“And?”Adrian looked toward the living room where Arabella sat on the floor with Raina.“Let’s not press charges.”Nathan blinked. “After they tried to take your child?”“They didn’t take her,” Adrian corrected calmly. “They failed.”“And the money?”“It’s an evidence that might be useful later,” Adrian said. “Leverage.”Nathan understood.“Let’s keep an eye on them, and watch them get desperate.”……………“Then what do you suggest?”“We wait. Give it until eight-thirty. If she’s not here by then…”“Wait for what? For the police to show up?” Lilian grabbed her bag. “This was your idea, bringing Maria in. ‘She needs money, she’ll be easy to convince,’ you said. Maybe you were wrong.”“My idea?” Vanessa’s voice rose. “You’re the one who wanted the child so badly. I was fine with just destroying Arabella’s life from a distance. But no, you had to have Raina…”“Bec

Lilian Quinn sat in the back of a taxi, staring at her phone.The Instagram post was still there. Still viral and still destroying what little remained of her life.Comments now numbered in the tens of thousands. News outlets had picked it up. Her name was trending. Her secret, the one she’d guarded for six years was now public knowledge.Lilian Quinn can’t have children. Never could. Lied to her husband for six years.The taxi pulled up outside her apartment building. Their apartment building. Hers and Everett’s.She paid the driver with shaking hands, and stepped out into the cold night air.Lights were on in their apartment at the tenth floor. She could see them from the street.He was home. Waiting.She’d called Arabella first because she needed to know someone would hear the truth. Would understand that she’d been used too. That none of this had been her choice.But now, now she had to face Everett. The man she’d lied to for six years. The man who’d also lied to her. The man she’

Arabella looked at the document. Wire transfer, twenty thousand dollars from an offshore account.“I was being used,” Lilian said. “I thought I was cheating on my husband with some random guy I met at a bar. But it was planned. Marcus targeted me specifically and got me pregnant to control me. Paid me to stay quiet. I was a pawn.”“Who was Marcus really?” Adrian asked.“I don’t know his real name. But I have this.” Lilian pulled out her phone, showed them a photo. Grainy, taken from a distance, but clear enough.A man in his thirties, dark hair, sharp features and European-looking.“I took this the last time I saw him, six years ago. I thought maybe someday I’d need proof.” Lilian looked at Adrian. “Do you recognize him?”Adrian studied the photo. His face went pale.“What?” Arabella asked. “Who is it?”“Send me that photo,” Adrian said quietly. “Right now.”Lilian sent it. Adrian forwarded it immediately to someone.His phone rang within thirty seconds. He answered, listened, his exp

Everett Quinn woke up to white walls and the steady beep of machines.For a moment, he didn't remember. Didn't know where he was or how he'd gotten there. Then it came back in fragments; the pills, the whiskey, the apartment floor, the darkness closing in. He'd wanted it to end. The pain, the shame, the suffocating weight of everything he'd lost.But apparently, he'd failed at that too."You're awake."Everett turned his head. A nurse stood beside his bed, checking monitors."Where…" His voice came out raspy, raw."Manhattan General. ICU. You've been unconscious for eighteen hours." She adjusted his IV. "Your neighbor heard a crash and called 911. You're lucky she did."Lucky. That was one word for it."How long do I have to stay here?""That's up to the doctors and the psychiatrist. Suicide attempts require a mandatory psych evaluation and hold." She made a note on her chart. "You have visitors. They've been here most of the night. Want me to send them in?"Visitors? Who would…?"Yes