Lucy Monroe The Billionaire's Pregnant Mistress Novels & Stories

‘Yvonne wouldn't tell everyone the truth about her pregnancy back then, right? If everyone found out that Yvonne was the former Young Madam Miller and that the formidable secretary’s daughter was just a surrogate, it would be a huge embarrassment. Even if she married Jackson, she would never be able to get a foothold in high society after that. Yvonne cleared her throat. "It started because Ms. Summers and I were discussing the hottest topic nowadays. We were talking about mistresses.” "Jackson, I feel a little lightheaded." Fiona did not expect such a drastic change in Yvonne from her old self. When she heard Yvonne say the word mistress, she immediately pretended to be dizzy.

His eyes lit up excitedly. "I swear." Aunt Valentina then told the dark past of Luciano's mother. According to Aunt Valentina's story, Luciano's mother was a servant in Romano’s house. She was involved in an illicit relationship with the Romano family only son. When they knew that she was pregnant, she was expelled from the city of Rome. "Your dad didn't even know that your mother was pregnant. Your mother didn't have time to say anything when she left." "Why, Auntie? Why did my mother just leave like that?"

“I’m fine.” She smiled softly at Hunter and passed the most expensive bag of diapers to him. “Our son has to use the best. This looks good.” Hunter was relieved to see her acting normally. He smiled and nodded. He placed the bag of diapers in the cart and did not notice the cold, vicious look in Lucy’s eyes. Queenie Lane! She did not deserve to marry Mason just because she was pregnant with his child. Lucy would never allow Queenie to marry him. She would find a way to get rid of that baby inside Queenie Lane!

She looked like she should be hosting charity galas, not hiding in an underground bunker. "Margaret Winston," she said, extending a manicured hand. "Federal Judge Richard Winston's wife. Former wife, I should say." The second woman was younger, maybe thirty, with tired eyes and the kind of tailored clothes that screamed Washington politics. "Catherine Mills. Senator Mills' daughter. Though he'd probably deny having one if you asked him now." The third woman kept typing, not bothering to look up. She had short-cropped hair and military posture. "Rachel Torres. My husband was a Pentagon contractor until I found out what his company was really doing."

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

“He is not stupid Maria, the resemblance is clear and how are you going to prevent them from seeing each other?” “So what do you want me to do?” I let out a dry laugh. “Walk up to him and say hi, you do not remember me but I'm the girl from the club you had sex with for money five years ago and this is Nicole your daughter, I know you said you are infertile but miracles happen. Is that what you want me to do?” “Not the way you put it but yes.” “Come on Emily, I'm being serious ,and stop pacing around, you are making me nauseous.”

She shrugged before walking out of the room. She snorted as she looked at her distant friend. "No matter what you say, I won't listen. I love Gael so much and we should get married because he got me pregnant.” Maybe Brielle is just jealous because Gael got me pregnant. “She just smiled and looked at the pregnancy test in her hand again. "I'm excited to be Mrs. Ramirez." — "W-WHAT? Was what you said true Tallulah?" Caroline asked in disbelief after Tallulah confessed about her pregnancy.

"In the end, it's not like we'll be far away. Actually, I wanted to ask you to stay here, take care of this house. I'll pay you the same as I did for watching Marina—only now you won't have to do anything at all." Lucy nodded and then made a dismissive gesture. "Yeah, sure! Even better for me… less work, same pay… yeah, I'll take it." "Perfect," Alexandra agreed as she left the room, though something in Lucy's tone didn't quite sit right with her. Still, she needed to be fair. Two years ago, she had arrived in Monaco alone and pregnant, and Lucy had been the one to reach out a helping hand. That wasn't something Alexandra could just forget overnight.

Loo looked at Roxanne, saying, "You think you can come f*ck your way up? You think you can steal my man from me? You are just one cheap tramp." Cynthia laughed heavily with malice in each sound saying, "Cheap tramp? You, who's just a common mistress, are cheaper." Loo was furious, with the paparazzi still taking pictures. She said, "Mind your business, Cynthia Monroe. I have no business with you, just this cheap thing here." Roxanne said, "Madam Loo, I really don't like this. You are causing a scene." Loo said, "I'll cause more if you don't take your wretched hands off my man."

"You've dug your own grave, Lily. Not even that fake belly will be able to hold him this time." My hands clenched into fists. "You don't know what you're talking about. My pregnancy is real, and I'm expecting twins." Unfazed, Hanna mocked, "Real pregnancy or not, it won't keep Tyler now that he knows the truth." My expression turned to anger. "What are you talking about, Hanna?" She reveled in the revelation she had saved for this moment. "Everyone knows that Mrs. Miller, Tyler's mother, offered you a million to marry him and have a child. You were only interested in the money, right? Now that he found out, your charade is over."