Pregnant Mistress Novels & Stories

The Mistress asked, and the witch nodded. “She's pregnant, it shouldn't be older than a month.” She answered and stopped her actions which made Layla slumped on the wall with hair matted to her forehead. “Should I get rid of the child to ensure smooth running of the process?” The Mistress black eyes flickered to the stubborn woman and smirked, adjusting the hood covering her head before crossing her arms which were covered in bracelets with her chest. “No, don't. “ She said, shaking her head. “I would like to risk a new experiment.” She turned and started heading to the door. “Continue what you are doing. I want the process done before her husband reaches here. He would be the first test sub

Naila. “Mistress?” I repeated the word. The word didn’t belong to me. It felt dirty, heavy and wrong. Girlfriend, lover, the woman he was seeing were some of the words I had imagined he would use to describe me, but I was wrong. Those were the terms I had clung to in my mind, shaping them into something softer, something that resembled love. But mistress? A woman kept, a woman used. Nausea surged violently in my stomach.

Photos of luxury cars in Hazel's name appeared, along with monthly transfers of 200 thousand dollars. "He uses his wife's money to buy cars and property for his mistress and provide her family with a comfortable life—all while claiming, over and over again, that he loves his wife." The room erupted. Cameras flashed wildly, every lens trained on Julian, whose face had gone ashen, and on his equally stunned parents standing beside him. Shocked, William growled, "What the heck is going on here, Julian?" Julian wanted to rush onto the stage, but security had already moved in and stopped him. He screamed at the top of his lungs, "Monica, are you insane? You're destroying me!"

God, it hurt more than I wanted to admit. But I forced it down, burying it beneath something stronger, because there was no way she would stand here and break me. Still, the truth lingered in the back of my mind, heavy and suffocating, because she couldn’t be lying about something like this. Not when his bodyguards were standing right outside her ward like she mattered. I straightened slightly, lifting my chin as I met her gaze head-on. “A mistress,” I said, my voice calm but edged with something sharp, “proud of being pregnant out of wedlock. I wonder how you manage to walk around in public with your head held high.”

She closed her eyes and let out a tiny laugh, completely devoid of humor. “This has to be a joke.” Abbott remained silent, allowing her the space to react without attempting to reassure her with words that would have sounded meaningless. “Today I found out my husband's mistress is pregnant,” Isabella continued, because once she started talking, the words seemed to spill out before she could stop them. “Then my husband hit me, did this to me, and now you're telling me I'm pregnant, too.” Hearing herself say it aloud made the entire night seem even more absurd. Theresa was pregnant, she was pregnant, and Harvey Sterling was somehow caught in the middle of both situations without having the sli

Fuck it! "Look, don't be so sure. We don't know if that is mine or you are trying to frame me. I am not stupid," I said to her. I've seen a movie where the mistress acts like she is pregnant because she wants to keep that man close to her and never leave her. That's why she acts like she is pregnant.

Nadine smiled politely at the stall owner, a woman who looked to be around thirty-five years old. The woman returned Nadine's greeting with a faint smile. "You live in that house, don't you?" "Yes, Ma'am." "It's unusual to see you around." "Yes, Ma'am. I usually work, so I'm rarely at home." The woman's gaze dropped to Nadine's belly. "Are you pregnant?" "Yes, Ma'am." "How many months?" "Four months." "Do you have a husband?" "Yes, Ma'am." Nadine began to feel uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.

"When I found out I was pregnant, I couldn't get rid of him. He was innocent. Right around the same time, the mistress got pregnant too. I tried to hide my pregnancy as long as I could; a new girl had just started working here, and she became his new novelty. I felt so guilty for feeling relieved." I offer her an understanding smile because I've felt that exact same way. "I understand. The same thing has happened to me. You feel guilty for them, but relieved that it's no longer you." She nods, and I wipe her tears. "What happened after?" "The mistress was very good to me. She suffered a lot too, but up until then, I had never told her anything. One night, he came home drunk while I was in th

Then, with red and swollen eyes, Gretchen said with an aggrieved look, “Cristofer, I’m pregnant with your child!” Cristofer was stunned. “When you returned to our apartment that day, I thought you had changed your mind. And that night we... we had sex. I was happy and thought that you would be reconciled with me. But after that night, you refused to see me and blocked me. I called Vincent but also couldn’t get through. I managed to contact you and persuaded you to go shopping with me, but unexpectedly, we were photographed by the reporters in the store, and now I’m regarded as your mistress. Shouldn’t I ask for an explanation and let you be responsible for me?” Gretchen pitifully reacted.

He turned around slowly, his gaze darkening as soon as they fell on my open legs, " Sit, Arlene. Take a look at the contract." I grabbed the shiny paper lying on the table. It was written in a formal format, the title almost burning me in shame. MISTRESS CONTRACT! I went through the clauses quickly. The more I read, the more I was disgusted with myself. Rule No.1 - No Kissing Rule No.2 - Always Obey Your Alpha, ready to come over anytime. And lastly........ If the mistress gets pregnant by mistake, she should be ready to abort the child. My breathing hitched after reading the final clause. Ready to abort a child? Was I really a whore in his eyes then?