Lucy Monroe The Billionaire's Pregnant Mistress の小説・ストーリー

Chapter One “Sign it, Alora. You give me my heir, I fund your family, and we never speak of love again.” The words were as cold as the stainless-steel surgical tools he wielded daily. My billionaire professor, now my ruthless husband, slid the crisp, white marriage contract across his heavy mahogany desk. Looking up at Dr. Dominic Reid’s frozen, impossibly handsome face, I felt the air completely leave my lungs. How did a brilliant, scholarship medical student end up trapped by the most ruthless cardiothoracic surgeon in the country?

When she laughed, it was not with joy but with the brittle sound of glass breaking. “They eat it up like wolves,” she said, tossing the magazine aside with a flick of her wrist. Her green eyes glittered with cruel delight. “Every headline makes her look cheaper, dirtier. And the timing oh, it is delicious. Damian is out of the city, isn’t he? Absent. Silent. That silence will speak louder than any denial she can muster.” Helena’s gaze remained fixed on one of the glowing screens. The headline blared in bold letters, Billionaire’s wife Hides a Dark Past, Secret Child in Russia? She tapped her manicured nail against the glass, savoring the rhythm like a drumbeat of victory.

Her palm rested low on her stomach — a soft, instinctive gesture of protection. “Shit!” he hissed, his voice cracking in the empty room. He tapped on the first headline. “WEDDING OF THE CENTURY IN JEOPARDY? Billionaire Colt Moore spotted at elite Prenatal Wing with mystery blonde, and it’s not his fiancée, Madison Baker!” His eyes raced over the text, the words stinging like acid. “Sources say the mystery woman is a former secretary kept on a private payroll. Onlookers claim the pair looked intimate and anxious as they fled the building. Is there a secret heir in the Moore empire?”

His hand slid possessively across my back, fingers spreading just above my hip. “They’re all watching.” I forced my lips into something that resembled grace. Cameras flashed. Whispers rippled. The city’s wealthiest, most powerful families crowded the marble floor, champagne flutes in hand, waiting for the spectacle to begin. Inside, my stomach churned. Every step I took beside him, every nod to the smiling strangers, was a betrayal of the truth I carried in my heart. Ethan. My sweet boy. My secret.

He bent again, intently observing the report. “She's pregnant. She had a fall and we want to know how the baby is doing?” I replied. “Did you say pregnant?” He sounded perplexed. “There's no history of pregnancy in this report. There's no baby.” “Does that mean she lost the baby?” Dr Millers looks at me with raised brows. “There was never any baby, Maurice. The tests cannot be mistaken.” I ground my teeth in anger. Everything became as clear as daylight. Lucy's deceit was infuriating me and I wanted nothing more to do with her. I decided right there and then to rid off the dangerous snakes around me.

“And who are you to tell me that? Why would I take advice from you? You are the least person I want to see happy after everything you did to me, So I don't intend on taking your advice, I would only do what would favor me…” “Hundred million dollars, I'll pay you that, you don't have to depend on Drake anymore with that kind of money in your account, and I'm sure it would be enough to take care of your sick brother and your unborn child—” Time froze immediately I heard her last word 'Unborn child' I could see her mouth shake, but I couldn't hear what she was saying. The only people who know about my unborn child are Jasmine, Ron and I— How come Charlotte also knows about it?

#Lucy Landon Steals Designs# #Larry's Mistress Lucy Landon# #Shameless Mistress Frames Ex-Wife# Seeing these trending topics, Lucy's vision went dark. Clicking on any topic revealed nothing but criticism of her. {Isn't it common knowledge that Lucy is trash? Isn't she that mistress who framed the original wife by claiming she had a miscarriage? Now she's got new tricks? Will it ever end? The wife already divorced your sugar daddy—can't you just stand on your own? Do you have to ruin her reputation? This plagiarism thing obviously has Lucy's fingerprints all over it! How disgusting! I was already suspicious that the miscarriage thing was Lucy's own setup to frame the wife, and now looking at

Liam's POV: "What?" My mom and I yelled simultaneously. I stared at the unknown lady, my face immediately twists in disgust "Yes, you heard me right" the unknown lady replied, hands akimbo. This isn't my first time seeing ladies pinning a pregnancy on a guy just because of money. Sadly, I'm one of those guys because I'm considered to be the most wealthiest man in the whole of New York. And this situation has occurred more than once this month.

She knew, in fact, everyone knows, that it's the truth. She formerly worked as a stripper in the most popular clubhouse in the city, before she became a receptionist at the billionaire's company. Needless to say, she was desperately satisfying countless men in return for their money. The pay was nice, no doubt. She only had to quit because the pay she received as a billionaire's receptionist was nicer and perhaps she had more bills to pay. I wanted to tell her how much Mr Bernard loves me, but she seemed not interested in whatever I had to say.

“You better get used to it.” I dropped my bag on the table and went to explore more places in the suite. There was a walk-in closet with floor-to-ceiling mirrors. I admired myself in the mirror and damn, I looked so good. I rubbed my stomach. I was carrying George’s child. It felt so surreal, everything felt so surreal. George was just watching me quietly while I explored the suite. It was hard to believe we were actually staying in the room, but I had to get used to it. I was married to a billionaire.