Helluva Boss Millie Pregnant Novels & Stories

He saw me, covered in blood, and his face went white with shock. He rushed to Vito's side. "Boss, there's a woman outside, covered in blood. She... if I'm not mistaken, she looks exactly like Mrs. Alessia." Vito's brow furrowed, and he pressed his temples hard. "Impossible," he answered flatly. "She's fine. Pregnant, yes, but fine. There's no way she could have gotten this far." Marco tried again, his voice lower. "Perhaps you should go see for yourself, Boss. If it is her, your child could be in danger too."

The hot colour ran up her cheeks. “No,” she said, “ it has nothing to do with Gail Harris I am just trying to help the son of my dad's old friend who has come back to his home country after a decade and anyways he helped me a lot by buying my company I’m just doing a favour for what he has done for my company and employees. The jealousy went out of Melvin’s eyes and he regarded her amusedly.

Her fingers twisted nervously in her lap as she looked down, unable to meet her mother's gaze gaze. Elizabeth waited patiently, her hand still resting on Susan’s knee. “Sweetheart,” she said gently, “whatever it is, you can tell me. I’m here.” Susan took a deep, shuddering breath and looked up at her mother. Her voice wavered when she finally spoke. “Mom, I…” She paused, her hands trembling slightly. “I’m pregnant.” The words hung in the air like a fragile secret finally exposed to the light. Elizabeth’s eyes widened, her expression shifting from surprise to something more complex—a mix of shock, concern, and a faint glimmer of joy.

The smile on her lips could not disappear. When Tallulah recovered, she immediately left the bathroom. She found Brielle sitting on the edge of the bed. She was surprised when she hugged her friend and she jumped. "I'm pregnant, Brielle. I'm pregnant and Gael is the father! This is real, I'll be Mrs. Ramirez soon!" She pulled away and excitedly showed the pregnancy test with two lines.

I drawled, "If you aren't going to pamper me, then please don't bug me." "It's a good thing you still got your humor on, that means you are alright and in the right frame of mind, I was this close to committing murder," "And why would you be having thought 9f committing murder?" I chuckled, "Who else would make me want to commit murder apart from your ass, I was scared of the boss, Damien, and of course your pregnancy," She uttered, which I found kind of hilarious because we both talked sometimes, "But Sky, we both talked though, the two of us, on facetime."

Millie giggled, laughing as he pushed her to the ground, washing her with warm kisses. The couple was happy, and things were good. Millie had gotten a lucrative job as a lead Anchor in the city’s leading broadcast station. James was still the team captain in the Detroit basketball team and earned a handsome amount of cash through it. Sex was great between them, and they had agreed to engage in a few extra episodes of making their romance not get boring by introducing sex toys and at other times trying threesomes. Miss Georgina was still unmarried and joined them once in a while for some kinky night of fun and hard fucking.

" I know my timing sucks but I needed to ask you if you wouldn't mind another addition to our family... I'm pregnant with Tau Stone's baby. " I looked at her seriously "What? You are pregnant with my boss's baby?" ©#KCMmuoe

I guess they think they’re outta the dog house,* Mila said, huffing. I was on the fence, but right now I was too happy to care. So let’s recap the day. Sally’s dead. There’s a traitor in the palace that will now know we’re onto them. They must be getting paid very well, too well. I’m pregnant. Damien wants sex tonight and I’m horny as hell so he better deliver. Is that the pregnancy hormones? All in a day's work. … “Is there nothing I can do to push a vision, to force the goddess to show me,” I asked Brad.

"But the boss lady decided she didn't want to work with me. Can you believe that?" A frown appeared on her face. "My mommy's company is Reed... Reed..." She struggled with the word. Every muscle in my body went still. Reed. The air in my lungs felt frozen. "Reed Artisanal?" I suggested, my voice strangely calm. "Yes!" Millie nodded, proud that she didn't have to say it herself. "That's it. She's the boss. She makes the rules." The world snapped into sharp, clear focus. The collision in the restaurant. The terror in her eyes. The sealed records. The canceled meeting. The little girl with my eyes.

Crossing her hands on her chest, Millie groaned, “Carmen come on, you handled that lunatic boss at the PR firm for two years without murdering him. You’re practically a saint.” “That’s simply because he doesn’t have the body of an Olympic god and an ego which equates to the size of Texas,” I counter. “So you're finally admitting Maddox has the body of an Olympic god.” She grinned, nudging my side but I kept a straight face. “That’s not the point.” Feigning not to understand the point I was trying to make, Millie intertwined her hand with mine. “Here’s the deal, if you apply and get called in for an interview, you owe me…” She darted her eyes around, clearly searching for the most outrageous