All Chapters of The Hired Gigolo Is My Husband's Son : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Scarlett's POVI looked away from Giselle, refusing to believe that I could actually be pregnant, but the more I thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.But how had I not noticed that my period was already two months late? What else had I been too consumed to notice?“I don't think what you're thinking is true, Giselle. I'm certain I'm just coming down with the flu,” I lied, not wanting her involved in my business, but she didn't look convinced. Still, she didn't press the issue.“It's fine then. Since you think you're coming down with the flu, I'll get some medicine for you,” she said as she got to her feet, but she paused at the door. “And maybe I'll grab a few pregnancy kits too. We can't be too sure.”The door closed behind her, and the moment she left, I sprang to my feet and rushed toward the calendar I used to track my cycle. It stared back at me like a cruel reminder.I was indeed two months late.Could that mean...?I wondered as I instinctively placed a trembling han

Scarlett's POV “Scarlett, are you alright?” I heard Romano's voice from outside, and panic instantly seized me. If he walked in, he would see the pregnancy test kits scattered around, so I hurriedly rinsed my face with water before stepping out of the bathroom. “Yes, I'm fine,” I lied through gritted teeth as I faced the man who could turn my entire life upside down with a single decision. “That's good. I'm leaving now. Take care of yourself... and don't run off,” he said before capturing my lips in a kiss. He nipped softly at my lower lip until I unwillingly parted them, deepening the kiss before finally pulling away only after he was satisfied. “That jerk,” I cursed under my breath as I roughly wiped my lips and collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. My eyes drifted toward the very spot where I had knelt before him earlier , gobbling his cock like a hungry slut, and the memory alone drained every trace of color from my face. I felt utterly disgusted. But this was my life n

Scarlett's POVI never would have believed that Seraphina and I would ever see eye to eye, yet here we were, talking inside a hospital room while planning how to fool Romano into believing this six-week pregnancy belonged to him.“So what if you're already six weeks along? You two have had sex several times after that. It doesn't matter when the baby was actually conceived,” Seraphina said, and I froze.She didn't know that Romano and I didn't have that kind of relationship. The only time we had slept together recently was because he had used his own son's life as a bargaining chip—nothing more.“About that... we've only had sex once, and that was just a week ago,” I admitted, and Seraphina's eyes widened in shock.“Once? And nothing after that?” she asked, and I nodded.“That's bad,” she whispered, and I immediately understood what she meant. Keeping the pregnancy wasn't the biggest problem anymore.It was keeping the lie alive.“Then you'll have to sleep with him again,” she said, a

Scarlett's POV I had thought maybe I could wiggle my way out of it, but I had underestimated Romano's obsession; he came prepared even though I rejected engaging in his daddy and his naughty daughter roleplay; he made sure we resorted to something else. “Is this necessary?” I breathed in fear as I looked at my hand, cuffed to the bedframe, and my face reddened with fear as I watched his creepy dark gaze.“Of course, my wife, this is the best way to test your submission,” he rasped, but I knew it was deeper than that; this wasn't just a fetish, but it was Romano's way of forcing me to submission.“I…but I can't submit…" I was saying, but my words cut in my throat as I saw him bring out the toys I had used in pleasuring myself before Xavier came along, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead. “I watched you pleasure yourself for years; it's my turn to pleasure you,” he whispered as he laid down the toys. "Daddy will make sure to pleasure you,” he whispered, his voice dark and filled

Cindy's POV“What? You can't fire me!” I screamed, glaring at my team leader, but the man only looked away from me as if he were trying to hide his guilt.“That's what the higher-ups want. Go clear your desk and turn in your resignation letter to HR,” he said in a tone that left no room for defiance, but I refused to back down.This job was my life!How could I let anyone take it away from me?“No, boss, I won't allow it! I didn't do anything wrong, so I won't let you do this to me,” I shot back, and it seemed my words only angered him further.“What? You think you didn't do anything wrong? You... you bitch, you did everything wrong! You almost cost all of us our jobs with your poking around, and you stand there saying this?” he roared, and his outburst took me aback.What did he mean by poking around? Wasn't it a journalist's job to uncover the truth?I chose this career solely because of that, and even when Scarlett convinced me to join her at her mother's company, I rejected the of