Secret Pregnancy Romance Novels & Stories

Oh, how she wished she could just die! "Come on, come on! Place your bets! Bet that the CEO will marry the destined true love and live a happy life from now on! Bet that the CEO will break up with her at the last moment, feeling nostalgic about his past playboy lifestyle!" Stephani, the secretary, enthusiastically shouted in the office. Since today's news came out, everyone's focus shifted to the betting going on. Secretary Belinda studied the magazine cover and exclaimed, "Goodness! Is this the same charming CEO we know? How can he have the audacity to show such a deep affectionate smile?"

"You're mine in ways that can't be explained. That thing means nothing. A wedding ceremony would mean fucking nothing. Does that make sense to you?" "You just don't want to pay for a wedding," she moans as I pull her panties down her creamy legs. I use two fingers to spread her open and latch onto her clit. Her moans grow louder and louder as I increase the pressure, alternating between fucking her with my tongue and running my flat tongue along her slit. The taste of her on my tongue reassures me. She's here. She's mine. People have secrets, and this will be mine. She'll never find out about the baby. All the fucking money in the world has to be worth something, right?

With that, he leaned in and kissed me on the lips with such fervent passion that I couldn't help but melt into his arms, feeling completely secure and cherished. Present Day So that’s what brings us to today. We are calling it our revealment day by telling everyone about the pregnancy. The secret is finally about to come out and I’m feeling emotions of all kinds. Hopefully this party ends on a good note but we shall see. Sebastian sneaks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. Sebastian- The day is finally here baby. Our revealment day! As you named it he says with a chuckle. How are you feeling about it?

The couch dips as he moves closer, two fingers meet the underside of my wobbling chin lifting my face slightly, I shake my head grabbing at his wrist with my other hand. "Look at me," I didn't want to by my eyes opened on their own accord, gray eyes held mine, that same vulnerability from earlier appearing once more. “I know this is all a lot for you Penelope, but so is it for me. Much worse even. It is only yesterday that I found out I not only slept with my secretary and don’t remember but that she is carrying my baby. I need this, I need something to make me believe that this is real” He asks in a broken whisper.

Until the streets emptied. Until the city slept. And only the two of us remained— alive, real, hidden. I whispered his name so softly only he could hear it. And for the first time since the storm began… I smiled. Because he was mine. And no one—not a billionaire, not a contract, not a lie— could ever take that away. ---

She placed her hand in his, the contact sending a shiver racing through her. “Elena.” Their eyes met again, and this time, neither of them looked away. For the first time since discovering she was pregnant, Elena felt something she hadn’t allowed herself to in weeks a dangerous flicker of curiosity, of possibility. And Dominic, though he didn’t yet know it, was staring at the woman whose secret would soon unravel both their worlds. Elena pulled her hand back a little too quickly, pressing it against her lap as if to steady herself. She told herself it was just a name, just a handshake, just a stranger in a café—but her pulse raced as though her body knew something her mind refused to grasp.

“How long have you been sitting on this? Waiting for the right moment to trap me?” I held his gaze. “I just wanted to be honest.” “Honest? Maya, we only—” He stopped, exhaled, then laughed again, colder this time. “Of course. Secretary sleeps with the De Castello heir and boom, she’s pregnant. Classic story. How many of you learn that trick from my brother’s mom?” It stung. Like paper cuts across my heart, slow and sharp. But I didn’t move. I didn’t flinch. “I’m not asking anything from you. I know my place. I just wanted you to know. Because it’s your child too.”

Chapter Thirty two: Dream and Reality. Phoebe’s POV “Seth…” I whispered, my voice breathy and desperate. His fingers were moving inside me, slow and deep, curling just right. The pleasure was building so fast I could barely think. I was on the edge, trembling, my hips rolling against his hand. “Why did you stop?” I moaned, my eyes half-closed. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop…” “Phoebe.”

“So, what now?” Sebastian set his cup down, his gaze steady. “Now we talk.” He slid his phone across the counter toward her. Olivia looked down, and her breath caught. “Mystery Man Marries Jilted Bride in a Shocking Twist.” “The Abandoned Wedding That Became New York’s Most Talked-About Love Story.” “Who Is Olivia Bennett’s Secret Husband?”

Each withdrawal left me empty and aching, and each thrust forward filled me so perfectly I saw stars. The washing machine vibrated beneath my palms, adding a low buzz that traveled straight to my clit. His hand slid around to find it anyway—rubbing firm, steady circles while he fucked me from behind. “You love this, don’t you?” he growled against my ear. “Being bent over in your own house, taking your father-in-law’s cock while your husband showers upstairs.” I whimpered, nodding frantically. “Say it.” “I love it,” I gasped. “I love your cock… I love being your dirty little secret…”