Accidental Pregnancy: My Ceo Husband Bought My Innocence Novels & Stories

she murmured, brushing imaginary dust from her dress, “…I’ve been doing charity work all this while.” Stanley’s expression darkened. “What nonsense are you saying?” Alicia ignored him, not bothering to spare him a glance. Her gaze moved to Evelyn as she slowly took her inventory…From the flushed skin…To the smug tilt of her lips… To the hand still resting over her stomach. Alicia’s smile deepened. “You must be very proud of yourself.” Evelyn stiffened. “What do you mean?” Alicia took a step closer. “Stealing someone else’s husband,” she said lightly. “Using her name, her position, her marriage as a cover…” Her eyes dropped briefly to Evelyn’s stomach. “And now carrying his child.”

His secretary did a noble thing and excused us, it was more embarrassing that his staff would watch him wash his dirty linen in public. "Oh how do you explain my being pregnant then?" He scoffed, "I don't give a fuck about any explanation Audrey. You and I know that I'm not responsible for that thing you're carrying," She waved her hands angrily at him and I fisted my hands into balls to stop me from punching her in the nose, "Oh please, spare me the details," she covered the distance between us, glaring at me maliciously, "Your charming CEO husband, fucked me raw in the casino and he's about to deny his child,"

He's just a kid who doesn't know better. "He's sorry. Let it go." This happened every time. Something went wrong, and she pushed Jim forward to pretend to be sorry. Then, Yvonne stepped in, acting like nothing was wrong. Before, I might have let it slide, but not anymore. I ignored him. Yvonne's face turned sour. Jim really went for it, kneeling in front of me. He handed me a pregnancy test. "Luis, I was so wrong. "This baby is yours. I'm giving her back to you."

I willingly tolerated the mood changes and scars on my arm. I was moved to tears three days ago when I discovered I was pregnant. I stayed up thinking about how I was going to surprise him with the news. At the same time, he and his mother were discussing how they were going to bring back his real wife and kids without my knowledge. My nails dug into my palms, but this pain was nothing compared to the twisting of my heart. I only came back to my senses when I felt a tiny twitch in my abdomen. Fine. If they treasured someone else’s children that much, I would give them what they wanted. From now on, this baby was mine and mine alone.

I was informed I was pregnant by the stupid doctor. How am I able to conceive? I am not pregnant. Ethan and I haven’t had sex in a long time. I haven’t had sexual relations with any of the directors of my recent films since they are aware of my impending marriage to Javier. However, I have had nothing since he engaged with his future wife. My uncle cannot find the vehicle. He said that Javier was driving the vehicle the last time he saw it. At the moment, I have nothing. They took both Ethan and Javier from me. I’m now pregnant with the child of my mother’s soon-to-be-husband. Why am I being pursued by misfortune?

A small knot of unease began to form in my stomach, but I brushed it aside. He’s probably in a meeting, I told myself. My husband, Patrick Hilton, was the CEO of the Hilton Group, a billionaire who thrived on control and success. He was always busy, but he loved me—didn’t he? Instead of calling again, I decided to text him. My fingers flew across the screen. Patrick, I’m pregnant! We’re going to have a baby! I waited for a reply, my heart racing with anticipation. The minutes ticked by, each one dragging longer than the last. Finally, my phone buzzed with a response. Excitedly, I opened the message.

“My husband is infertile, and I’ve never been with another man. So tell me…how am I pregnant?” Dr. Hayes’s gaze darted everywhere but at me. Sweat gathered at his temple. “Speak!” I slammed my palms on the desk. “A-Actually…” He stuttered, wiping his damp hands on his coat. “There… there was a mix-up that day.” My stomach dropped. “A mix-up?” He swallowed hard. “I accidentally injected you with an embryo meant for another patient. A billionaire’s surrogate mother. I—I mixed up the files.” For a second, I forgot how to breathe. “An… embryo?”

Well, if this wasn’t the worst fucking disaster she had been in for the last week or so. And this was counting her horrible first day wearing that skimpy dress and trying to cover it up with a blazer only for her to experience the worst sort of surprises that day - like finding out who the father to her two children really was. “Fudgesticks.” She cursed under her breath, hearing the whispering in the entire top floor break out even when William had long left and entered his office. “Damn,” Anna added with enough emphasis.

Instead, he intertwined our fingers and whispered, “Don’t let me lose you again.” “You won’t,” I said. “Not this time.” The next morning, I woke up to chaos. My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Notifications. Messages. Missed calls. Damien came out of the shower, towel around his waist. “What’s going on?” I turned the screen toward him. Headlines screamed from every corner of the internet: Cross LEGACY EXPOSED ILLEGAL EXPERIMENTS LEAKED ONLINE BILLIONAIRE HEIRS ACCUSED OF COVER UP

Cameras flashed like fireworks, and journalists sprang to their feet, but I didn't care. I stared at my husband with my eyes cold and my hands still burning from the impact of the slap. He touched his face slowly; he was stunned. “Vanessa—” he began. But I cut him off with a tap on my phone. The voice note echoed through the ballroom speakers, slicing through the air like a blade. “I want your wife to know that I'm one month pregnant with your child. I'm tired of hiding.” The voice wasn't just anyone's. It was Sabrina’s. My best friend. And she was standing right there in her emerald gown with her lips curled up in a devilish smirk, and then I turned to face my husband.