All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S PREGNANT MISTRESS : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

NailaThe apartment was unnaturally quiet, for the first time since leaving the hospital, Toby wasn't hovering nearby reminding me to eat, rest, or take my medication.Instead, he stood in the foyer adjusting the cuff of his charcoal suit while speaking to someone on the phone in rapid Greek.I watched him from the sofa, trying not to stare, there was something fascinating about the way he carried himself. Every movement seemed deliberate, controlled. Even the language rolling effortlessly off his tongue sounded powerful.He ended the call and slipped the phone into his pocket before looking back at me."I have to go out for a few hours." he said as a flicker of uncertainty crossed his face."I don't want to leave you alone though." he started but I immediately stopped him"I'm not made of glass, I will be fine for a few hours," I replied with a small smile.His golden eyes swept over me "But you are five months pregnant, recovering from memory loss, and still far weaker than you woul

NailaThe empty velvet box rested in my lap, I couldn't stop staring at it, It was beautiful. Black velvet on the outside, cream satin on the inside. It fitted my style to be honest but the question was still there, why was it empty and where was the ring itself? Maria stood a few feet away, her hands clasped tightly in front of her."I asked you a question," I said quietly."Where did this come from?"She looked as though she wanted to answer.She also looked terrified of saying the wrong thing."It belongs to Mr. Anetakis.""I figured that much."I smiled faintly, trying to ease her discomfort "I'm not angry, just confused."My fingers brushed over the smooth satin. "I don't understand."Maria slowly crossed the room before sitting opposite me."Sometimes not knowing is better don't you think?." she asked with so much hope and kindness in her eyes. "No, I want the truth."The words escaped before I could stop them. "I want the truth.""You loved him very much and deep down you sti

NailaThe room began to spin, I did not hear him right. I looked from the younger man to Toby, searching desperately for someone to tell me I had misunderstood what he had just said but no one did. "What did you just say?"My voice sounded distant, almost as if someone else had spoken.The younger man Piers didn't look the least bit apologetic by what he had just said to me."I said that's enough." Toby's voice cracked through the room like a whip but Piers didn't even flinch."No." He folded his arms across his chest. "I'm done pretending this never happened and it needs to be addressed before it happens again. Naila deserves to know who everyone believes she is and we deserve to know what happened, who she was working for, for all we know she might still be working with them""I said stop it!" Toby's voice thundered through the room once more. I turned slowly toward Toby, "Is it true?" He didn't answer immediately but his silence was answer enough.My pulse began pounding inside my

Naila"No!"The scream tore from my throat before I even realized I was awake. I sat upright in bed, my chest heaving as panic clawed through me.For one terrifying second, I didn't know where I was, the room was unfamiliar, silk curtains, cream colored walls, the expensive furniture. Then the bedroom door flew open."Naila."Toby crossed the room in seconds, dropping to his knees beside the bed."My love."His hands hovered uncertainly over my shoulders."Can you hear me?"I couldn't answer, my entire body was shaking, there had been a little girl, i knew there had been, she had been crying.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold onto the memory before it disappeared."Please" I whispered "Don't make me forget again."Toby's expression changed immediately."What did you remember Naila?""There was "I swallowed against the lump in my throat "A child."His brows drew together in confusions, "A child?"I nodded frantically "A little girl. She couldn't have been older than six. I think"

NailaThe room became unnaturally quiet, I looked down at the sketchbook resting in my hands, then back up at Toby.His face had gone completely still, he didn't seem mad, he seemed calm, too calm given everything we had just found out. "What is it?" I asked again.My fingers instinctively tightened around the sketchbook."You know this drawing, don't you."He didn't answer immediately.Instead, he walked toward me and slowly sat beside me on the edge of the bed."May I see it?"His voice was calm, almost too calm and I handed him the sketchbook. He turned back to the page I had stopped on that was titled Project Iris.His thumb brushed over the handwritten title."You drew this," he said quietly "I remember seeing you work on it.""I don't remember." A wave of frustration washed over me "I don't remember drawing any of these."I looked at the pages in disbelief. "They are actually really good." A faint smile touched his lips."They are more than good. You were one of the most talen