Lucy Monroe The Billionaire's Pregnant Mistress Novels & Stories

I was curious. “You know the day I went to beg him to donate blood; he first didn’t want it until after talking to Lucy, then he came running.” She said. Now I wanted to know what game those two played on me, but first I needed Clinton to forgive me. “Spill, what else are you hiding?” “Lucy is pregnant.” She gasped but then disregarded it. “But that works in my favor; at least I will quit worrying about that jerk.” She said, and I agreed with her. “But you don’t look genuinely unbothered; what’s wrong?” She added another question.

PERSY It had to be my ears. Perhaps it was the hunger? I stuffed more bread into my mouth, just as a flashy BMW pulled up beside this man, whom I was now realizing that I had seen on our neighbor's faulty TV once. Though the screen of the TV was half-blind back then, I remembered seeing him clearly on the good side of the TV; I also recalled how my neighbor gushed over him. Apparently, this man was one of New York's hottest eligible billionaires. What did he want from me?

Or when he confessed? For us, we had a lot of beginnings and none of it had an end. “It was a one-night stand.” I decided to tell the truth and start from scratch. The old lady clicked her fingers. “I knew it! He couldn't have just seen a girl and loved her at first sight. The point is how you made him fall in love with you. Tell me.” I laughed at the unintended hurtful words she said. “I also didn't know who he was that night and that's how it happened and I got pregnant. I gave birth to the kids you saw and raised them on my own—”

Rose thought to herself. When she was still sorting out her thoughts, Lucy had already rushed over in anger. She looked at the computer for a few seconds, then she shouted. "I saw you entering the hotel with a man sneakily. I thought that you were having an affair. It turned out that you had stolen something. Has the Davis family done you any wrong? You actually stole Star International's trade secrets in exchange for fifty million dollars? What is this? The bidding proposal for the west city!" She kept yelling for fear that no one would know, and then Lucy returned to Damian's side and looked at her.

she replied and I waited for her to continue. "I got pregnant at age twenty three,I was just rising in the industry as a model and partial designer,his wife owned a multimillion fashion house..........so I met her husband at a party. Then, Pamela was just two. He promised to sponsor me......but on the condition that I'll be his mistress,I was desperate, eager so I agreed,I became pregnant and he told me to perform an abortion,in total,I performed three abortions but when I was pregnant with you the doctor..... warned against it....so I had no choice but to......carry you." She said, wiping her tears as Shirley hugged her.

She felt dejected and unfortunate. It then dawned on her that it was Nicholas she saw going into the baby clothing store with his mistress or perhaps wife the other day while she was having breakfast with Stephanie. It was never an illusion but a reality she was quick to shove off. She then remembered Nicholas admitting to her face that he fucked the woman and has a child with her. She cried the more. On their wedding night while Nicholas was penetrating into her, he had vowed to her when he whispered into her ears that she will be the only woman he ever goes into. She and Nicholas will wake up at dawn and talk about making babies when they were ready. She promised Nicholas that she would gi

What was it about her that was different—that pulled the strings of his heart. The night hours had passed and Leonardo was still behind his desk, working on the quarterly budget of Marriott whilst Isabella was restive in the bed, rolling across each corner. He’d dart his eyes up each time and roll them to the back of his head. The phone, on silent next to him, didn’t stop with the million buzzes. And the million more articles published. He picked it up, reading the latest headlines. “Who is the billionaire’s new beau, his type.” The boldest one read from the Times gazette and he turned his phone to face the table. Leonard couldn’t imagine how Patricia was fairing through all of this.

“It was just to spike you, trust me, though I do want to do naughty things with you but we are going to keep it professional like you said. This is a deal between us, you warm my bed for a year to pay back what you owe.” I pass her a wink and she eye me curtly. “Ain't you been a pervert! I should warn your bed for a whole year?” Her eyes were literally popping out as she stared at me with disappointment heavy in her eyes. I make a twirl with my chair. “Why do you seem so surprised? What, you think I would let you off after– some months? Do you know how many years a lady of your caliber would have to work just to earn a million dollars?”

Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade? 'It's been months since Mrs. West is seen by the media. She might be around seven months pregnant but still rocking those purple pumps and black maternity dress. It's quite a mystery that she's trying to hide her obvious baby bump when she's spotted by our camera. Not only the bump proves she's pregnant, what with the baby clothes and supplies on her hand together with Ms. West. It was almost a ridiculous sight. A billionaire's wife rushing our of a baby shop!' The female reporter pathetically laughed at my wife that I have this sudden urge to go inside the television j

Or even more accurately, did they invent money in their house? Even Sharon didn't seem ready to accept defeat yet. "11 million," she said, even though her voice had lost its confidence. And everyone waited, even Hailey's heart was pounding. They all waited for the blonde as if their next breath depended on it. "One Billion." That was brutal. Hailey's jaw dropped and she blinked again and again. She hadn't heard wrong, right? Who the hell was this mysterious lady?