Pregnant Mistress Novels & Stories

“don’t worry about it Sarah and I want you to stay, it’s not easy to find a nanny who takes care of the family like you do, besides I need you to take baby John to the hospital tomorrow, “ she said with sarcasm but at the same time like she really meant it. “You don’t have to accommodate me, I will leave” “No, don’t. We don’t want to raise suspicions to the public, we know just how much they love juicy stories, and besides its good for the wife to know her husband’s mistress, you know to be sure they are safe from any wild sickness, we are healthy Sarah aren’t we?” “Yes, ma’am” “And faithful to our husband?” “Yes, ma’am” “Good, I have something to ask of you and this is not a request,” Prisc

"Lara, you can't really blame her for wanting to cling to Mr. Reey. He's only thirty, and he has already made his company the fifth largest in the nation. Handsome, successful—of course, women would be lining up for a man like him." "But don't worry, Lara. You've been married for five years, and his heart belongs to you," one of the women tried to reassure Lara. Lara snorted coldly. "Of course." She grabbed my chin. "Sure, I might have set Anthony up by getting pregnant, which is why he married me, but that doesn't mean you can pull the same stunt! "My son is everything to me! I won't let anyone threaten his place! "No one can steal my husband. Today, I'm going to show you exactly what happe

“You sure about that? No one would announce something like this on national television unless it was confirmed. She’s probably had a hospital run tests. Otherwise, she wouldn’t dare say it.” “Then the baby isn’t Asher’s. Just like how Leah got pregnant with your kid and told Tristan it was his.” Cyrus chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “That’s possible. But let me hit you with a hard truth—99% of the time when a mistress gets pregnant, it’s not some grand scheme. The husband just cheated. You think Asher never had the chance but trust me, it doesn’t take long to knock someone up. Talking from a man’s experience.”

Melissa murmured as she adjusted her bag, our son, and stepped out before I could make any move. "What are you doing here?" I asked once Melissa was far enough down the hall. "Didn’t I already tell you I don’t want you in my apartment?" Sidney sighed. "What is SHE doing here?" she demanded, her voice two tones higher. "It doesn’t matter," I said, turning my back on her but leaving the door open. I knew what she was capable of. Sidney would make a scene if I left her outside. Her heels clattered across the floor of my apartment, and she slammed the door shut behind her. "I’m your fiancée, and I can’t come to your apartment, but your mistress and her bastard can?" she shouted.

There was a time when this woman standing before him had been no one to him, other than the sister of a man who owed him money, demanding that he let her help repay her brother's debt, and now here they were, and she was pregnant with his child. “Don't tell me you miss the club,” he teased, “I do… Somehow,” Susan replied, “Maybe I don't miss it, but I think of it sometimes,” she wanted to add that she thought of him too, but it just didn't feel right. Not the right time either, so she said instead, “It doesn't matter how it ended, but that's a huge part of my life that I won't forget,” Leo smiled, “I understand,”

Yvonne clung to his arm affectionately while I stood five steps away, the divide clear as day. "You see that?" someone whispered. "He cheated with his mistress and even got her pregnant, yet he's still trying to keep his wife from leaving." "What does he expect her to do? Stick around and take care of his mistress while she gives birth?" another remarked. "He's disgusting. Acting all lovey-dovey after cheating? Makes me want to puke," someone spat. Each word cut deep, and none of it escaped Caleb's ears. He opened his mouth as if to explain, but when he glanced at Yvonne clinging to his arm, he couldn't muster a single word. In the end, he could only watch helplessly as I walked away.

The sheer nerve of him to falsely accuse his wife of cheating, while he accompanied his mistress to her checkup! [His poor wife! I guess nobody can have it all, huh? We all thought she hit the jackpot by landing herself a charming, rich husband, but turns out he's an utter scum. The sheer nerve of him to turn the narrative against poor Nikita! I bet he's using his power and money against her!] [Does anyone know what the mistress is doing at the hospital? Do tell!] The original poster replied a few minutes later. [She's here to get an abortion.]

Greta ordered and Isabel snarled and stomped away. “I’m Greta, the head staff,” Greta introduced herself. “It’s nice to meet you,” I told her, nervously. I wondered what she must think of me, selling myself away to an older rich man. She took me to a room, it was large and well furnished. “This will be your room, there’s everything you need to settle in. Lunch will be served soon.” “Thank you,” I faked a smile as she left. In the contract, it was stated I would be a live-in mistress and quit my job. I would also be discreet about the contract and any breaching on my part would warrant legal actions from Eric.

I held and squeezed Ruth’s hand, who still sat frozen on the sofa. "Sarah, wait!" Derrick called out. "Where are you going?" Kendall whined as Derrick pulled away from her and ran after me. Sonia looked bewildered as Derrick chased me. "Sarah, wait!” Finally, Derrick caught up to me. "What now?" I asked, annoyed. "We’re getting back together, right? Don’t worry about Kendall. She’ll accept being the mistress because you’ll always be my wife," Derrick said shamelessly. "Hey, Derrick, sleeping with a hooker has messed up your brain, huh? Speak with some sense. Now move. I’m leaving."

Cara wished she had been mistaken! Her next move was to slap Jessica so hard that she would have to fall to the ground and beg for mercy. "Not only did you try to steal my husband by having sex with him behind my back, but you became pregnant for him too??" Cara raged out. "You're pregnant? For me?" For a moment, there was a soft feature on Chris's face that made Cara's insides churn. Was he happy that his mistress--no. His wife's best friend who is his mistress was carrying his fucking child!?