The Secret Midwife Novels & Stories

Abigail started working as a maid in The Williams's mansion a couple of months ago in order to earn money to pay for her mum’s surgery. Sarah, her mother, was diagnosed with breast cancer. Unintentionally, Abby developed feelings for Liam Williams, the only son and heir to The Williams's empire. Liam was also attracted to her but they both decided to ignore the tingling sensations and sparks that flew between them because they were people from different worlds. Abigail kept reminding herself that she was there to work and earn and not to fall in love.

His the most influential young man in the city but everything thinks his invisible. My birthday party. The entire city in attendance. Everyone eager to lay eyes on the woman who had been shielded away all these years. And yet, as I sat there listening to their excitement, something dark and unspoken weighed heavily on my chest. A Sercet. A secret I had not yet dared to voice. My pregnancy.

She couldn't finish her sentence before Williams cuts in. "It's okay, I understand!" Williams quickly cut her words short and immediately mentioned Susan's eyes. "Hope all is well?" The midwife sounds uneasy. "Yeah, but I would like you to do something important for me, Ms Lauren. Can you keep whatever you saw here today a secret, please?" "Hmm, okay! I think we need to take our leave now, but we would be back later in the day to administer some drugs to her." The midwife explained to him, as she prepared to leave.

I now have his blood in my veins. I was so hungry. The midwives were moving quietly around the room, sweeping up soaked rags, wiping surfaces, speaking in low murmurs. One of them, the younger one with the short braids, glanced over and froze. "She's awake," she whispered, almost like she didn't want to startle me. The senior mid-wife, the one with the gray streaks and the permanent frown, turned slowly. Her eyes narrowed when they landed on me. "Good. Means the master won't have our heads yet."

The midwife asked because she couldn't understand why Kate was asking all those questions. “No, I don't know her. I need you to do something for me, I'll give you anything you want, money, lands, anything, just ask for it and it shall be yours.” Kate tells her. The midwife was intrigued, she knew that the Windsor's were extremely wealthy. “What would you like me to do?” The midwife asked. “My husband cannot know that our child is an omega, I need you to switch the babies.” Kate said and the midwife gasped in shock.

The maid knocked and opened the door. Denver’s mother sat upright, composed as always. Beside her stood an older woman with kind but observant eyes. “Come in, Selena,” she said calmly. I stepped forward and bowed my head. “Good morning.” “This is the pack’s midwife,” she continued. “She will examine you.” My breath caught, but I forced myself to nod. “Yes, ma’am.” The midwife approached gently. “Relax, child,” she said softly. I tried. Still, my shoulders remained tense as she checked my pulse, my stomach, and asked quiet questions about my health. Each touch reminded me why I was here. Not as a guest. Not as a lover.

In my mind’s eye, over and over again, I reach past Finn’s hands and loosen the tie on my breast binding. Foolish. Ridiculous. What was I hoping would happen? What under the moon could have helped my situation? In twenty-two years, no one has discovered my secret, which my parents and I did not choose. Six people, not counting myself, have ever known. The midwife who helped Mother through the birth is still enjoying her retirement in the countryside with her family, far away from town and with the promise of royal favor for generations. Vedran wouldn’t dare breathe a word, though loyalty now outweighs the benefits he has reaped from this situation. Miralyn was raised in a temple and consider

The Widow Servant had long since seen through and caught the scent of the beastly secret rendezvous between my daughter-in-law, Sam-seok, and me, taking place in the backyard shed and the Inner Sanctum in the dead of night. I, too, guessed that the cunning and quick-witted Head Maid had caught on to our degradation, but now I did not care in the slightest. Rather, I calculated that only by sharing the secret of this transgressive taboo with her—my closest subordinate—could I control her mouth and prevent the humiliation of words leaking outside the front gate. Furthermore, the Widow Servant herself was a starved female who had lived in solitary confinement without knowing a man's embrace for

“Of course, it does. It's an old building. The beauty of that is they always have some kind of secret exit somewhere in the room.” Eve’s heart was thrumming faster and faster now. Zane finding them was only going to be a matter of minutes now, and they had to go before they were discovered anytime from now. They needed to move, but Serena wasn't making any move. What was she thinking? Eve wanted to ask her, but speaking would only alert Zane. “But if that's true. How did they know about it?” Tyler asked. “The midwife. She grew up here. It must be her,” Zane replied.

The complex is modern and high tech as well. It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shining and the warmth from the sum warms my chilled skin. Summer is my favorite season, keeps me energized. I knocked on the door of apartment 6. Dogs barking, Ruby must have dogs. Dez has been quite secretive about her, this of course has my interest peaked. I wouldn’t be surprised by a shift in his loyalty, after all ones mate is something to be cherished. I want my son happy, not my prisoner. Makers usually turn someone in hopes of eternal loyalty and servitude.