Secret Pregnancy Romance Novels & Stories

“Now I see what the problem was last time. There’s the placenta, and there’s the head. We saw that last time. Down here, though-” “There’s another head,” I said. “Congratulations,” the doctor said. “The two of you are having twins!” This ends season one of “A Secret Baby For My Billionaire Boss.” If you would like another season of this book, or any of my other books, please send me an email at Krista.Lakes@g***l.com or find me on F******k. I hope you enjoyed it! If you did, there are many more of my stories available on R****h, including several secret baby romances!

And for someone like me, a man leading a double life, if something is too good and then it’s the worst thing waiting to happen. Proving me right I received an email directly from the source. The little nerdy girl wasn’t as nerdy, boring and submissive as she pretended to be. There’s a wide world of fantasies she’s hiding inside that head of hers which includes, in her words, ‘her sexy-arsehole-overbearing-know-it-all-Boss’. And that’s me. But this isn’t it. I have only uncovered half of what she’s hiding. There’s more lot to my little secretive secretary. And our worlds might not be as different as she thought. Because she came running right through the door she wanted to exit.

he asked. “About two weeks into the job.” I slipped out, gaze focused on the creamy white sheets covering me. It was a much better alternative to looking at him. There came silence for a few seconds before he spoke again “You didn't plan on telling me.” Not a question, but a statement. I spotted a slight accusation in his tone but I couldn't retort. It was the truth. My hands clenched the soft fabric beneath me to ground myself. “I was scared.” I bit out “ But I've heard enough about rich people and how they do things and hide things that seem unsavory to their reputation and what is more unsavory than a newly appointed secretary pregnant with his child?”

she whispered to herself, longing to escape the weight of the realization. The parchment with her secret remained hidden beneath her pillow, an unvoiced confession lying in wait—“I’m pregnant.” The mere thought twisted her stomach, mingling guilt with excitement as she imagined the lives of both Gabriel and Lucas forever intertwined with hers, wrapped within the delicate fabric of this news. A knot of warmth radiated in her chest, battling against the anxiety that threatened to consume her whole.

Nice one, Quinnel. "Nothing is going on. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to sleep." She said with a grim smile and started walking to the room only to be pulled back by Ashley. "Not so fast, missy." "You're obviously hiding something! Geez, what the hell exactly is the so called secret that you're both hiding from us?" "And it can't be that you're dating, cause if you were, Quinnel wouldn't waste one second in plastering it on his forehead. Hell, he can even print it on a t-shirt and wear it all around." Zaire added crossing his arm.

"You're engaged?" Anna shook her head calmly. "I'm married." She kept her voice as calm as her expression was. She had decided to tell her, hadn't he? "What? Married?" "Yes, and to David Byrne." Suddenly, Jenny pounded on her desk. It wasn't anger but a reaction of surprise. She then got up from her chair and rushed to her. "How? I mean, when did you get married? And why wasn't there an invitation for that?" Anna smiled weakly in guilt. "It was complicated at first, so I wanted it to be a secret. But since I'm pregnant, there will be an announcement soon, and the world will know about me."

Lily: "James, I have to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore." James: "What's wrong, Lily? You're scaring me." Lily: "I know we agreed to keep our feelings hidden, but I can't do it anymore. I have feelings for you, James. Strong feelings." James: "Lily, I've been feeling the same way. I just didn't want to complicate things with Sarah." Lily: "I know, and that's why we have to keep this a secret. But I can't keep pretending that nothing has changed between us."

Jordy pressed closer, hands sliding over Matt's sides, fingers brushing skin he hadn't felt before. Matt responded in kind, hands roaming Jordy's back, tracing the line of his shoulders, feeling the taut warmth beneath his hands. Every now and then, one of them paused, breathing hard, looking at the other, and in that brief moment, they were acutely aware of the impossibility of what they were doing. But then lips met again, hands exploring, the thrill of being caught, the danger, the secrecy—everything combined into a sensation they couldn't resist. Matt's mind drifted briefly.

Roman pushed through the heavy velvet curtain into the private room that was assigned to him, his pulse already hammering from the club's thumping bass. The air was thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and money. His coworker had sworn this place delivered exactly what his wife refused to give him anymore. The raw, no-limits release and passion he no longer got in his marriage. His wife Elara had lost passion for sex and he had forgotten what he felt like to get fucked without the use of his hands.. The moment his eyes landed on Alison, every frustration from the office and the cold, sexless bed at home sharpened into pure, animal need.

But somewhere discreet. The hotel was our chosen sanctuary. The same suite where desire had once consumed us, where passion had overtaken morality, where secrets were shared in whispered gasps and trembling hands. And now, I returned, heart racing, with a secret growing inside me, a secret that made every touch and glance more dangerous, more urgent. When Ryan opened the door, his eyes darkened with need. He didn’t ask questions, didn’t hesitate. His hands found mine, his lips pressed briefly against my forehead, and the storm within me ignited.