All Chapters of HIS SECRETARY'S SECRET : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Bella PovI lay in the hospital bed staring at the ceiling. The doctors said I had to stay on strict bed rest for at least another week. Maybe longer. My body needed to recover from the poisoned vitamins. The baby needed time to stabilize.I was so bored. So tired of lying here. So tired of staring at these white walls.My phone buzzed on the table next to me. A new message. Unknown number. My stomach dropped. Unknown numbers never meant anything good anymore.I picked up my phone. I opened the message. A photo loaded.Karen. Behind bars. In an orange prison jumpsuit. Smiling. Actually smiling at the camera. That same evil smile I saw in my nightmares.And words underneath the photo."My sister Lila will finish what I started. Your baby won't make it to birth."I screamed. I screamed so loud my throat hurt. I couldn't stop. I just kept screaming.Nurses ran into my room. Three of them. They rushed to my bed."What's wrong" one asked. "Are you in pain"I couldn't speak. I just held up

Bella PovI woke up in my hospital bed to a nurse bringing in flowers. Huge beautiful flowers. Roses and lilies and orchids."Someone likes you" the nurse said with a smile. She set them on the table."Who sent them" I asked."There's a card" she said.I reached for the card. I opened it. Expensive paper. Fancy handwriting."Heard about your comeback. Let me shoot your pregnancy glow for Vogue. Dinner to discuss? Call me. Ethan Brooks"Ethan Brooks. The famous photographer. I had worked with him years ago. Before I met Damian. He was talented. Professional. And he wanted to shoot me for Vogue.I smiled. Actually smiled. For the first time in weeks I felt something other than fear or pain or anger.Someone wanted to work with me. Someone saw me as more than just a victim. More than just the pregnant woman being hunted by her boyfriend's ex.I was still Bella Morgan. Model. Professional. Worthy of a Vogue shoot.The door opened. Damian walked in carrying coffee. He saw the flowers. He s

Bella PovEthan Brooks arrived at the penthouse at ten in the morning. He brought his camera equipment, lighting, and an assistant. Damian insisted the photoshoot happen here instead of a studio. For my safety he said.I knew it was really because he didn't want me alone with Ethan. But I didn't argue. I was too tired to fight anymore.Ethan walked in and smiled. He was tall. Maybe six foot three. He had dark hair and green eyes. A killer smile that made you want to smile back."Bella" he said. He took my hand and kissed it. "You look absolutely stunning""I look pregnant and exhausted" I said."You look radiant" Ethan said. "Trust me. The camera is going to love you"Damian stood in the corner of the room. Arms crossed. Face dark. Watching every move Ethan made."Where do you want me" I asked Ethan."By the window" he said. "The natural light is perfect"I walked to the window. Ethan positioned me. He adjusted my dress. Moved my hair. His hands were gentle. Professional."Tilt your h

Bella PovI was in the kitchen making tea when the doorbell rang. Marcus the security guard brought up a package."This just arrived for you Ms Morgan" he said."I didn't order anything" I said."It has your name on it" Marcus said. He set it on the counter. "Do you want me to open it""No I can do it" I said. "Thank you"Marcus left. I looked at the package. It was small. Wrapped in brown paper. No return address.I should have been suspicious. Should have called Damian. Should have had someone check it first.But I was tired. My brain wasn't working right. I just wanted to open it and get back to making tea.I tore off the paper. Inside was a white box. I opened it.A baby onesie. Tiny. White. With little blue stripes.And it was covered in red. Red liquid that looked exactly like blood. Soaked through the fabric. Dripping.I screamed. I dropped the box. It hit the floor. The onesie fell out. More red liquid spilled onto the white tile.I backed away. I couldn't stop screaming. I hi

Karen PovThe prison cell smelled like sweat and bleach. The walls were gray concrete. The bed was a thin mattress on a metal frame. This was my home now. At least until my trial.I sat on the bed staring at the wall. I had been here for three weeks. Three weeks of orange jumpsuits and terrible food and guards yelling at me to move faster.But I wasn't worried. I had a plan. I always had a plan.My cellmate was a woman named Rita. She was older. Maybe fifty. In here for drug dealing. She mostly kept to herself. Which was good. I didn't need friends. I needed tools."You got a visitor" a guard said. She stood at my cell door. "Let's go"I followed her down the long hallway. Past other cells. Past other prisoners. Into the visiting room.My lawyer sat at a table. Michael Alvin . Expensive suit. Slicked back hair. The best defense attorney money could buy. Well. The best Damian's money could buy since I used his credit card before he froze my accounts."Karen" Michael said. He gestured t