Lucy Monroe The Billionaire's Pregnant Mistress Novels & Stories

I had made extra sure of that. "I'll leave you here Winston. I'm heading inside," I told my driver before spinning on my heels and heading for the doors. I took long strides because I was eager to see just what she had come up with to stay afloat while I hadn't been there. "I heard that one actress got pregnant, and she was at the peak of her career too!" "That's such a shame, I wonder how her career will be after this? And this came after she got such a huge lead role."

"Are you talking about the pale-faced patient, is she Miss Pearson? I took a glance when they were changing her medicine, and she doesn't look much like the Pearsons' family members in the media..." "What nonsense are you talking about?" "Let's talk about Mr.Bush. I heard that when Miss Pearson returned to our country, Mr.Bush was accompanied by Miss Lucy, to make Miss Pearson jealous. Miss Lucy wants his money and refuses to leave!" "Is Miss Lucy that desperate for money?" Lucy went up to the second floor, entered her room, charged her phone, turned it on, and was immediately greeted by a call. She knew she had to change her phone number, but when she saw the name "Vivien Dolly " light up

How could he possibly explain the situation without sounding like a complete fool and his father not strangling him at the mention of his mistress name. Lucy's demands had become excessive and ridiculous. She was not only asking for money to buy things for the unborn baby even though she's capable of getting them all by herself, but she was also asking for luxury items that were far beyond what a newborn would need. And if Liam complained about the amount of money she was asking for, she would either threaten to tell his wife about their affair or start crying and make him feel guilty. Lucy was taking advantage of Liam's fear of getting his secret exposed and manipulating him.

Then I started to hear people whispering. “She’s alone again today. Where is her husband?” said one of the women, and I could tell her husband was even bored. “Oh my God, don’t tell me she is carrying a bastard. Pregnant out of wedlock.” The other one spoke as her hand flew to her mouth. “Ladies, don’t you think you are being too much right now? How can you call a child a bastard? Besides, Mrs. Monroe is wearing a ring,” she said, but I couldn’t miss her smirk.

I smiled at her. "Honey, excuse us, please. Let me handle this." Mr kings patted her back, and she hissed before leaving. “Nine months ago, I met your first son in a bar and I ended up in a coma with a baby in me for your second son but the media is saying Creed and I were secret lovers.” I divulged. “I am not here to listen to your childish rants. You obviously want something from me.” I grinned at him. “You are a smart old man. I want a thousand grand. Wire it to your son’s account. He deserves a wedding present from his father, doesn’t he?”

“Business tycoon Lazare Ibañez, son of the late race driver Lionel Ibañez, is now in the eye of a storm. A photograph from his engagement party last night has surfaced, showing him in a compromising position with an unidentified woman, who is not his fiancée, the acclaimed actress Nicole Asuncion. Efforts are underway to reach Mr. Ibañez for his statement on the matter. Stay tuned for further updates—” Vlada turned off the television and she put the remote on the table. She reached for her phone and dialed Michael’s number.

Monalisa's POV I turned on the shower and let the warm water flow freely down my bare, tired body. I hope this helps! I hope this would aid to wash out the helplessness or should I say regret that I feel right now. I have been hiding in the bathroom for almost an hour. For a bride on her wedding night, that was at least thirty two minutes too long. I, Monalisa Lucas just got married to a billionaire! A billionaire! Was I supposed to be happy? Hell no! My new husband is from one of the most popular influential families in America and the heir to the Lucas empire. He is a freaking billionaire and I hate it. I hate billionaires.

They are at the top of the media in the whole of America and they control several production companies as well. "Mom, are you sure our plans will not be disrupted?" Lily asked her mother worriedly. "Don't worry yourself. We have everything under control and don't forget. We have more than half of the shareholders supporting us. Do you think we can still fail?" May said. Her voice dripped with confidence and pride. She had waited all her life for this moment. "Okay. But, how did Luke manage to find that Bella? We could have been married by now.! Well... He is still my fiancee whether he likes it or not. I won't let him go." Lily said while looking at a mirror she took out of her purse.

Kent didn't know that he was been followed and studied by her. She simply called Lucy about what happened. " Mission accomplished. Kent was here and I told him to come because I had important news to tell about his relationship with Greta and I can't believe that he would take out bait!", she told her feeling excited like she won in the lottery. Lucy let out soft laughter on the other line. Now that Kent found out the bitch side of his wife with Gale, she is now confident to take back what they took from her one by one. She will make a great scandal in the business world. She will let everyone know that Eloisa had an affair with her husband and she took someone's baby by faking an adaption p

The mansion had become a prison made of headlines. Everywhere Elena looked, her face stared back at her from television screens and magazine covers. The mysterious pregnant woman. Damien Blackwood’s lover. The scandal carrying the billionaire heir. She hated all of it. Especially the way people looked at her now. Like she had won some twisted lottery. Nobody saw the fear beneath the glamorous headlines. Nobody saw how alone she still felt inside this enormous mansion. Elena stood near the kitchen window early that morning, staring silently at the rain outside while one of the maids nervously placed breakfast onto the table. “Miss Hart?” Elena blinked softly. “Yes?”