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The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife Pregnant for a soon to be married man
- Valerie's POV "Yo—You're pregnant?" Jasmine stuttered “You are preganant!!” her high-pitched voice echoing through the room and into my already mashed brain. She screamed, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug as I gripped the pregnancy stick, harder than I would grip anything else. "I'm pregnant?" I choked out, gasping for air as Jasmine squeezed me tighter. "Yes!! And I'm going to be the godmother. This is the best day ever!" She squealed in excitement, finally releasing me to plant a kiss on my cheek. But I can't be pregnant. I can't. "Let me get us some fruit juice, since someone is banned from wine for a few months!" She exclaimed, leaving the room of my apartment penthouse. My world spun in circles, my body growing cold and breath turning ragged. How could I be pregnant when I wasn't supposed to be? I bit my nails, trying to calm my pounding heart as fear gripped me tighter. "Drake is one lucky man!" Jasmine returned, shoving a glass of juice into my hand and forcibl
The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife Be my contract mistress
Valerie's POVI gripped the steering wheel tight, my fingernails digging into the soft leather fabric of the wheel, another hand pressing my phone to my ear as I dialed Drake’s number for the last time as angry tears blurred my vision of the road, making keeping control of my car almost an impossible task as I clamped down on the accelerator, my heart beating so fast, I could hear it in my ears."The person you're trying to reach isn't available. Leave a message after the beep.""I’ll leave your keys in the mailbox. Pick them up whenever you want," I spat into the phone before hanging up. Drake never apologized. He never even bothered.I stormed into the penthouse, my anger boiling over. How could Drake get engaged without telling me? I yanked clothes from the closet, stuffing them into my suitcase. Each item felt like a piece of my broken heart.Three years. Three years of being his wife, attending his events, meeting his family. And now the whole world knew he was marrying someone e
The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife Loosing her job
Valerie’s POVAs I stepped out of the public elevator, a wave of whispers crashed over me like a tidal wave of judgment. The office seemed to freeze, every eye turning toward me with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.“What is she still doing back here?” a voice murmured, loud enough for me to catch.“Broke, much?” another snickered, their laughter cutting through the air like a knife.“Gold-digging slut,” someone hissed, their words a sharp slap to my face.I forced myself to keep walking, each step feeling heavier under their collective gaze. My heart pounded in my chest, but I squared my shoulders, refusing to let them see how much their words hurt. My face remained stoic, a mask of indifference hiding the turmoil inside.As I approached my desk, the whispers only grew louder. I could feel their eyes following me, judging every move I made. I sat down and tried to focus on my work, but the air was thick with their hostility.A text from Jasmine appeared on my phone, offering a br
The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife Humiliated at his wedding
Valerie’s POV It took me a minute to understand what had just happened, and like a reflex, I called him back. “What do you mean, come to the wedding?” I demanded, my head still pounding from crying. “I mean, come to the wedding,” he replied, his tone clipped, and I started to grow irritated. “Well, no. You can't just tell me where to show up. I am not your wife,” I snapped. “Even better, you're my mistress. So be there by eleven A.M,” he replied. “No. No. I won't be coming. Don’t you see how I would be embarrassed? I could lose whatever face I still have with your family in less than twenty minutes sitting at your table, so no, I won't be coming to your wedding,” I said harshly. My phone beeped with a message, and my eyes widened at what I saw. “I just sent half a million dollars for your brother’s treatment. I heard there are more treatment agencies for leukemia. See you at 11 A.M. tomorrow, and don’t make me repeat myself again,” he said and ended the call. I was frozen lik
The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife Asking her to stay away from Ron
Valerie’s POV“She’s pregnant!” Jasmine suddenly exclaimed, stepping in front of me as my heart threatened to burst.“For joy! She is just so happy for the newlyweds, she couldn’t hold it in. I was just telling her she needed to tell Drake how she felt, pregnant with joy, to get it off her chest,” Jasmine lied so fluently that I had to cast her a look. Ron, on the other hand, didn’t seem to buy any of it. His gaze remained fixed on me, piercing and expectant.“For the record, I think Charlotte is also a nasty little icy devil,” he said, a smile spreading on his face as I unconsciously released a sigh of relief.“That doesn’t mean—” I placed a hand on Jasmine’s shoulder, stopping her from saying yet another lie. Ron’s mischievous eyes made me feel oddly safe.Ron walked past Jasmine and drew me into a hug. At first, my body was shocked, but then I melted into his embrace. His warmth comforted me as his big hands wrapped around my shoulders and his chin rested on my head, offering me a
The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife Going for the family dinner
Valerie povI became weak immediately as I melted into his hands. I tried pushing him away but I couldn't, It was as if my whole body was rooted to the ground. My body became numb. I shouldn't be doing this right now but no matter how had I try I couldn't bring myself to push him away from me. His touch is something I couldn't resist since I fell for him.His touch did wonders to my body, I felt crazy sensations all over me as his hands went to my zipper and he unzipped the gown and the gown fell on my waist.I wasn't wearing a bra on the gown since it was armless so my bare breasts were visible to his eyes. He started squeezing them crazily as he took my lips back into his and I moaned out foolishly.I shouldn't be doing this right? I shouldn't have let him have his way with me.What is going to happen if Charlotte gets to find out?! What is going to happen if jasmine walks in here to find both of us I'm this position?! What is she gonna say?It was as if I got brainwashed and like
The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife Drake doesn’t want a baby
Valerie povI finally made up my mind to tell the whole family that I’m pregnant at the dinning. I returned my gaze to Ron whose eyes never left me and then to Jasmine."I am going--- I am attending the family dinning" I spoke up which made them smile brightly."That's my friend" Jasmine squealed and she held the carrier and she started pushing it out and Ron and I followed behind.Evening came and I found myself standing in front of the huge mirror, staring at my own reflection. I was putting on a blue short sequin kneeled gown that has a cut at the corner, my cleavage was a bit opened and I covered it up with my hands shyly.I wasn't feeling comfortable knowing fully well that my cleavage is revealing to the eyes of people, Jasmine bought it for me and I couldn't reject it, she said I should look sexy for Drake maybe he might come back to his senses once he sees me.What a fairytale!I was putting on a light makeup on, I don't really like much makeups. I took the silver necklace fro
The Billionaire’s Mistress Contracted Wife If only Drake could be this caring
Valerie POV.I didn't bother looking back cause Ron was the one behind me, He already knows that I am pregnant, so why would he whisper it again? I was very furious currently and I needed some time and a quiet place to relax. I really don't want to think about anything presently, I might die from overthinking, and I don't want that. I got into the car and drove him immediately, I stopped in front of the penthouse, came down from my car and headed inside. I sat down on the soft cushion chair in the sitting room and rest on my head on it, If I wasn't pregnant, and it won't affect my baby, I would have gotten a whiskey in front of me, I would have drank it to my contentment cause what I required now was alcohol because it would help me calm down. I walked to the bar and brought out an orange juice. I poured it in a glass cup and drank a sip from it.“Am I living this life for myself or someone else?” I asked. There was no one to answer that question for me, I don't even know the answer
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