Pregnant Mistress Novels & Stories

What scared her was what Gideon would do once he found out she was sick. Would he and his mistress conspire to take all her wealth? What about Cam and Celia? Where would that leave them? Without her protection, they would probably end up on the streets or become drug addicts. Who was to say their father wouldn't abandon them? Gideon didn't deserve all the love and trust she'd given him. He was a piece of trash. She'd thought having an affair behind her back was the worst thing he could do but planning her murder took the cake.

“You little bitch! I will make you—” “Does your wife know about the apartment you own, one on Lexington Avenue?” I watched his face turn pale, and a wicked smirk tugged at my lips. “I believe she doesn't. I doubt you'd tell your wife about the mistress who lives there. Cecily Waters, right? She's quite a beauty. Wasn't she underage when you became her sugar daddy? And now”—I glanced at the data and let out a dramatic gasp—“Cecily is pregnant. Third month, isn't it?”

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up from the ground, but before I could regain my balance, a woman next to me landed a punch, sending me sprawling back down. She raised her phone, shoving the screen close to my face, her voice dripping with mockery. "Look, everyone. This is what happens to mistresses!" The screen was flooded with fast-scrolling comments, and yet I caught glimpses of the vile insults directed at me. They said I deserved to lose my child. They lamented missing the moment when the fake heiress had caused my child's death. They added that I, a mistress like me, should rot in hell with my baby, for it was important to eliminate the problem at its source.

“She’s pregnant.” For a second, I can’t move. I can’t breathe. It feels like the world just dropped out from under me. “W-What?” I barely manage to say, my voice weak. For a moment silence echoes off the walls as Mike lowers his gaze to his feet. “It was supposed to be a one-night thing,” Mike finally says, his voice strained. “But she’s pregnant. I feel responsible.” His words hit me like a punch to the gut. My vision blurs for a moment as the reality of what he just said sinks in. Pregnant. His mistress is pregnant.

The moment he saw me, Martin quickly released Waverly's hand, which had been intertwined with his. Waverly looked at me with a smile plastered across her face."Oh! Isn't Mrs. Hughes Senior in the hospital? How did you still find time to nap at home?" Martin's expression immediately darkened."Stella, look at how pathetic your lies are! You used Mom as an excuse just to get me to come back. She raised you for nothing!" The fact that those words came out of Martin's mouth was something I could barely believe. He would rather believe I was lying to him than accept that Claire had actually been critically ill.

She was also my son's fiancée, Scarlett Harper. Before I could speak, she raised her voice and shouted toward the store entrance. "Everyone, come take a look! This is what a mistress looks like these days. Completely shameless! "She secretly took photos of the 700,000-dollar dowry my fiancé, Nathaniel Cole, prepared for me, claimed it was for her, and posted them online while pretending to be some socialite! "Why don't you take a look at yourself? You're already so old, and you're still trying to seduce a rich young man. It's disgusting!"

When I found out I was pregnant, you should have seen how happy he was! "This estate—" she waved her hand around, like a princess surveying her domain—"was supposed to be for your future child, wasn't it? But now I'm living here. Our child will grow up here. Do you really think he would leave me after I give birth to this baby?" Her voice dripped with triumph, her eyes practically begging to see me cry. But she was sorely disappointed. Whether Levi had been emotionally unfaithful or not, physically he had crossed the line—and that alone was something I could never, ever tolerate.

Sean said firmly. Lightning seemed to flash over Elena's head. Being a mistress, didn't that mean she would be a lustful servant? How was that different from selling herself? But just as Elena was about to refuse the deal, she thought of her mother. She needed the money right away, or her mother's life would be in danger. Elena closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath. Her fingers squeezed the hem of her skirt, preparing herself for the difficult situation. Elena swallowed and asked in a trembling voice, "So you want me to be your sex slave?"

He said, "This is my sister, Sophie Vaughn, and this one…" When he introduced me, his voice faltered. Their gazes both landed on me. I clenched my fists tightly to stop myself from crying. Elias' cold voice slowly said, "She's my sister's friend and a student working at my house. She's basically our maid." My heart completely froze. So after six months together, I was just a maid to him. I was someone he could kiss and sleep with, but never publicly show. I swallowed the bitterness, straightened my back, and forced a smile.

It was a sneer, thick with disgust. “Who the hell is this?” Marco’s voice was rough with a hangover and irritation. “Another crazy bitch trying to get into my bed? How the hell did you get this number?” I frowned. “I am Seraphina Valenti. Your fiancée.” “Valenti?” Marco barked out a laugh, a raw, ugly sound full of contempt. “You mean the family whose little heir is hiding in Europe like a coward? Listen, I don’t care who you are. Stop bothering me with this pathetic bullshit. I’m not interested in some washed-up princess with nothing but a name. You want money? Call my accountant.”