Lucy Monroe The Billionaire's Pregnant Mistress 소설 & 이야기

In fact, few people even knew Lucy was a multi-millionaire who owned the Knight Tech Group. Sara exhaled sharply, then pulled her phone to her ear. She practiced the best cheerful voice. “Hey girl!” Sara spoke, keeping her voice as optimistic as she could. Her eyes were glued on the letter. “Don’t hey me. What’s going on with you and your husband? Why am I seeing that slutty famous model… what’s her name… Emily Madrigo? She has posted a picture of her...” Lucy said, her British accent filling my ears.

I could already see the headlines plastered across tomorrow morning’s tabloids. BILLIONAIRE KANE RAVELLO ASSAULTS WAITRESS, LEAVES HER TO COLLAPSE AFTER PUBLIC HUMILIATION. It was the ultimate playbook move. To secure the public's sympathy and, of course, get paid. “Kane?” Jayson asked, his voice laced with genuine concern. “Are you coming?” “No.” I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my head to turn away. I wasn't falling for her trap. “What?” Jayson frowned in sheer disbelief. “You’re seriously not even going to check on her?”

Instead of answering, he slowly turned the phone screen toward her. Lucy's breath caught sharply. Photos. Pictures of them together outside campus yesterday. Headlines already spreading online. MYSTERY WOMAN SPOTTED WITH BILLIONAIRE CEO HART MATTHEW. WHO IS THE GIRL BESIDE MATTHEWS ENTERPRISES CEO? Lucy's face slowly lost color. "Oh my God." Hart's jaw tightened dangerously. And for the very first time since meeting him. Lucy saw genuine anger in his eyes

"What the hell is going on, Toby?" "I got your message." "When you failed to show up in London, I figured something serious had happened." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "There has been" I paused, "a development." and the silence stretched. "It looks like the two of you are going to be uncles." Neither of them spoke. Finally, Theron broke the silence. "You're certain the baby is yours?" I grimaced, "She is five months pregnant." "Five months ago, I was the only man sharing her bed."

But before I could stop it, I suddenly stood up and rushed toward the small restroom inside his office. I barely made it before throwing up. When I finally stepped back out, my face burned with embarrassment. Alexander was standing near the door, watching me closely. His expression had completely changed. He looked… suspicious. “You’re sick,” he said. “I’m fine,” I insisted again. But he didn’t seem convinced. Instead, his eyes slowly moved down to my stomach. A strange look crossed his face. “Miss Carter,” he said slowly. “Yes?” “Are you… pregnant?” My heart nearly stopped.

The screen came on and I crelaxed in my bed closing my eyes. She was going to watch some movie and I thought it would be nice to catch some sleep. The news anchor’s voice rose in the room and mom listened. “On today's entertainment news, we have some spicy tale. I bet you all have heard it by now. The Internet has been ablaze with the news since yesterday about billionaire's wife, Lucy Frank, in a controversy for a pay-for-hire movie role….” My eyes sprout open immediately. Did she just say Lucy? My head snapped up and blood rushed to my ears as my eyes locked on the screen.

And one link sent by four different people. It was the first thing he’d opened. He was still staring at it now. “De’Luca Dynasty Scandal: Billionaire Heir Expecting Child With Mystery Dancer?” Sources close to the family reveal shocking details about an unwed pregnancy involving Manhattan’s most eligible bachelor, Alessandro De’Luca, and a former performer from a Midtown club. “She came out of nowhere,” one anonymous source states. “He brought her on a family trip. They were inseparable. We knew something was off.”

“What is it?” He shows me the screen. Page Six headline screaming. THE REAL BASTARD : HAYES HEIR’S SECRET ULTRASOUND LEAKED The photo is grainy but unmistakable . Me at twenty-three, lying on the exam table, Julian’s hand on my belly, eyes wide with wonder . Caption: Anonymous source claims Elena Alvarez trapped billionaire with pregnancy – “Proof the boy isn’t even his.” Comments exploding. Gold-digger. Trap baby. Whore. I sink to the floor.

Lucy sat on the penthouse sofa, her body curled in on itself as though she could fold away from the world. Her phone slipped from her trembling fingers, bouncing onto the cushions, but the headlines still seared into her eyes. Her name was everywhere. Her face. Her body. Exposed in angles that made her stomach twist. Lucy DiMarco, Empire’s Wife, Naked & Ashamed. Did Austin Know About His Lover’s Past With Greg? Gold-Digger or Scandal Queen?

So, those who lived there generally had a net worth of a billion. Spencer joked, saying, "I didn't know that my dear Mrs. Layton is a billionaire." Lucille curled her eyes as they glittered in affection. She leaned closer to Spencer and slightly tilted her head. In that instant, she looked very playful and adorable, as her lips formed a pout. She would only show this side of her to Spencer. She'd become more and more open with him, completely uncovering the other side of her inner self. "Well, how about I, the little billionaire, take care of you, Mr. Layton?" Lucille smiled and teased him, sounding both wicked and dominant, while still maintaining her cute and playful side.