All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S PREGNANT MISTRESS : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Naila“You are five weeks pregnant.” The doctor’s voice echoed in my head long after I had left the clinic.Five weeks pregnant the nurse had said.I sat on the small bench across from Toby’s building, staring at nothing, my fingers clenched tightly in my lap. The summer sun was warm against my skin, but I felt cold, unnaturally cold.Pregnant, the word echoed in my mind again. My hand moved slowly to my stomach, pressing lightly as if I could feel something already there.This wasn’t supposed to happen, we had been careful always. But one night, that one night, heat rushed to my cheeks as I thought about it.He had just come back from a long business trip, we had been weeks apart. Weeks of tension building, weeks of me missing him, craving him.That night, Toby hadn’t held back and neither did I. My eyes squeezed shut as the memory surfaced his hands, his voice, the way he had whispered things that felt dangerously close to promises but deep down I knew were just pillow talk.My c

TobyThree months later.Silence filled the penthouse, the kind of silence that should have brought peace.Instead, it pressed in on me heavy, suffocating me.I stood by the floor to ceiling windows, a glass of untouched whiskey in my hand, my gaze fixed on the city below. Everything was exactly as it should be.My company was secure.The internal leak had been contained.The traitor exposed.There was no longer any threat to Anetakis International and yet, there was no satisfaction.My jaw tightened as I turned away from the glass, my attention falling to the documents spread across my desk.Contracts, blueprints, reports.All of it proof that I had regained control.All of it meaningless.Because despite everything, I still didn’t have answers.Naila.Even thinking her name irritated me, or at least, that’s what I told myself.Three months, and she had completely disappeared, no calls, no attempts to defend herself, no explanation.I should have been relieved, but InsteadA muscle t

NailaTwo days later, I sat stiffly in the wheelchair, my fingers gripping the edge of the blanket draped over my lap.The hospital had become safe, more familiar and predictable. And now I was leaving it behind for a life I couldn’t remember.For a man I didn’t truly know or couldn't even remember.My gaze drifted to Toby as he stood beside me, listening intently while the nurse gave instructions. His posture was rigid, his expression controlled, but there was an edge to him I couldn’t quite understand, possessive maybe. Like he was guarding something or someone and that someone was me. “Take it slow,” the nurse said gently, giving me a reassuring smile. “And don’t hesitate to call if you feel overwhelmed or feel like something is wrong or you need to talk.”That felt like an understatement when he said overwhelmed, I nodded anyway.Because what else could I do?Moments later, Toby’s hands closed around the handles of my wheelchair, and he began pushing me down the hallway.Each t