All Chapters of THE MOB BOSS'S PREGNANT MISTRESS : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Susan swallowed hard, her hand reflexively brushing against her belly. “I’m pregnant,” she admitted, the words hanging heavy in the air between them. “That's what is going on,” “Yeah I can see that,” Leo interrupted, “I just needed to know… Whose baby is it?” Susan looked calmly at him, coolly, while emotions boiled beneath the surface like molten lava ready to erupt. “It’s none of your business.” His nostrils flared. “It is if you’re carrying my baby.” She crossed her arms over her chest and stared him down. “Now why would you think that?” He hissed and ran his fingers through his hair, “Damn it, Suzy. Is it mine?” She needed to sit down. This was too much to process at once. She took deep breaths to calm herself. It didn’t work. All she could do was nod. The swimming feeling in her head was too much for anything else. Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken emotions. Was it crazy that he felt both relief and disappointment at the same time? How the hell was it p

Last Updated : 2025-02-28

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Anger flared in Susan like a spark hitting dry kindling. She stood abruptly, her voice rising. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” she shot back, her frustration and pain bubbling to the surface. “Why the hell did you even bother coming here tonight if the idea of having a baby disgusts you so much? You could’ve just left me alone! You didn’t have to come all the way here to confirm if the baby is yours.” She paused, her chest heaving. “Why did you come, Leo? Why?” Leo’s jaw tightened, his hands flexing at his sides. “Because I had to, dammit,” he growled, his voice rising to match hers. He stepped closer, his eyes blazing with something raw and unfiltered. “You think I’ve been able to think straight since I saw you this afternoon? You think I could concentrate on the house you were showing us or that I could process anything Francesca was saying? You think I’d be able to just walk away and pretend this doesn’t exist?” He gestured between them. “Knowing you’re pregnant—knowing the

Last Updated : 2025-03-03

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THE MOB BOSS'S PREGNANT MISTRESS /Wendy

Leo stood there, tall and unyielding, his piercing eyes fixed on her with the intensity of a man who always got what he wanted. Yet tonight, there was something else in his gaze—a flicker of uncertainty that she couldn’t quite place. He was dressed casually, wearing grey sweatpants and a fitted black shirt that emphasized his broad shoulders. In his hand, he carried a plastic grocery bag, an odd sight considering the man’s usual polished appearance. Susan swallowed hard, her hand tightening on the edge of the door for support. She suddenly felt acutely aware of her damp hair, the loose robe tied haphazardly around her waist, and her bare feet against the cold floor. Vulnerability prickled at her skin, but she steeled herself. “Well,” she said, her voice cool, “that’s twice now. Good to know you’ve finally learned how to knock.” His lips twitched, not quite a smile. “Would you have preferred if I broke in?” “You didn’t bother asking me the last times you did it,” she shot back. “Wh

Last Updated : 2025-03-04

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THE MOB BOSS'S PREGNANT MISTRESS /Wendy

The warm aroma of garlic and olive oil greeted Susan as she stepped out of the bathroom, her robe swapped for a comfortable pair of black leggings and a loose sweater that hugged her small baby bump. She padded softly into the kitchen, drawn by the rhythmic clatter of utensils and the unmistakable sizzle of something hitting a hot pan. There he was, Leo Spencer—out of place yet oddly at ease in her modest kitchen. She couldn't quite believe that he was actually here. He had rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt, revealing his forearms, and tied a dish towel around his waist as a makeshift apron. His intense focus was fixed on the task at hand: slicing tomatoes with surprising precision. Susan crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “I honestly didn’t peg you as the cooking type,” she said, her voice light but laced with curiosity. Leo glanced up briefly, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “I didn’t peg you as the type to doubt me,” he countered, sliding the tomatoes int

Last Updated : 2025-03-05

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Susan finally broke the silence, but it was to change the topic. “It smells amazing,” she said, gesturing to the pot of boiling water where dried spaghetti was cooking. “Almost ready,” Leo replied. He drained the pasta, tossing it expertly into the pan with the sauce. The strands glistened as they absorbed the vibrant mixture of tomatoes, garlic, and basil. Leo plated the pasta, garnishing it with a sprinkle of grated Parmesan and a final touch of basil. He handed her a plate, their fingers brushing briefly. Susan hesitated before taking it. “This looks… surprisingly good.” “Surprisingly?” he echoed, raising an eyebrow. She smirked. “Don’t let it go to your head.” They sat at the small kitchen table, the meal between them. Susan took her first bite, her eyes widening slightly. “Okay, I’ll admit it. This is really good.” Leo gave her a rare, genuine smile. “Told you.” For a moment, it felt almost normal—two people sharing a meal, the tension between them temporarily replaced by

Last Updated : 2025-03-06

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THE MOB BOSS'S PREGNANT MISTRESS /Wendy

“It’s getting late,” Susan said abruptly, her voice cool and distant as she avoided his gaze, her fingers toying with the edge of her sweater. Leo’s brow furrowed. He leaned back, studying her with that piercing gaze that always seemed to see straight through her. He could tell immediately that something was wrong. “Okay,” he said slowly, his tone calm but probing. “What did I do this time?” Her heart clenched at his question. The fact that he didn’t already know was proof of how little he truly understood her—or cared to. Explaining it would only make her feel more foolish, and she didn’t have the energy to fight anymore. This was simply who he was, and nothing she could do or say would change him. “Nothing,” she replied curtly, keeping her tone flat. “Did I say you did anything?” Leo didn’t buy it for a second. “Suzy, come on. I know you. Something’s bothering you.” “Well, you’re wrong,” she snapped, her voice sharper than she intended. “I’m fine.” He sighed deeply, dragging

Last Updated : 2025-03-08

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THE MOB BOSS'S PREGNANT MISTRESS /Wendy

Dr. Patel turned back to the machine, continuing her analysis. “Now, there is one thing I’d like to discuss,” she said gently, her tone shifting to something more serious. “If you'd both come into my office please,” They adjourned to Dr. Patel's office where the doctor pointed out that there were issues with the blob that might make a Caesarean delivery necessary. Leo didn't like the sound of that one bit. “Susan, based on the baby’s position and some other factors, there’s a possibility you may need to deliver via cesarean section,” said Dr. Patel. Susan’s heart sank. “Why?” “It’s nothing alarming right now, but your placenta is currently lying low, a condition called placenta previa. In most cases, it resolves as the pregnancy progresses, but we’ll monitor it closely. We'll also be monitoring your blood pressure as well to make sure it doesn't get too high. Please ensure that you are eating right and getting enough rest.” Leo’s brows furrowed, his posture straightening. “Wha

Last Updated : 2025-03-09

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THE MOB BOSS'S PREGNANT MISTRESS /Wendy

“You do need me, Suzy,” he countered levelly, his libido reacting to the buzz of sexual energy in the atmosphere so that he had to fight the urge to simply grab her. All those years of sexual practice and sophistication, he thought grimly, and all he wanted to do was flatten her to the seat like a marauder and have her any way she would let him. For the first time ever with a woman he was being cautious. “No, I don't!” Susan yelled back at him furiously in one of the sudden explosions of temper that always took him by surprise. “Susan, I'm not a monster … You’re carrying my baby—” “You mean, the blob?” she snapped nastily. Slight colour tinged his exotic cheekbones and his handsome mouth folded. “It did look like a blob in that picture. Was I supposed to lie to the woman who once told me she valued honesty?” Out of nowhere a surge of stinging tears assailed Susan eyes and she blinked them back hurriedly. She wasn't fast enough though. “You’re crying!” Leo noticed, aghast at the

Last Updated : 2025-03-11

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THE MOB BOSS'S PREGNANT MISTRESS /Wendy

Susan caught Leo's look of disdain as he peered down at the little tree she’d stopped in front of. “What?”she asked “It’s just so…small.” Leo replied. “What is it about guys and tree size? It’s like some kind of phallic thing. I promise, the size of your tree doesn’t in any way reflect on the size of your… manhood. Okay?” He rolled his eyes at her and strolled over to the next biggest tree. “Did you do this with your parents as a kid? Go pick out a tree every year?” “A few times, but since we spent most of our holidays traveling, we normally didn’t have a tree.” “No Christmas tree? Where did Santa leave presents?” “In our stockings. We always packed those and took them with us every year, and since whatever we got had to fit in our suitcase for the flight home, I always got tiny gifts.” “My grandfather and I went out into the woods and chopped down trees when I was really little. After he died, we had a fake tree, one of those perfectly cone-shaped ones with branches so unben

Last Updated : 2025-03-12

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Leo reminded himself for the hundredth time why he was with Susan. She was pregnant. She was having his baby, and she wanted a Christmas tree in her home. That was why he was here today. Not to have fun, but it was just so damn easy to lose himself in her company, and he had to admit, he was thoroughly enjoying walking around the city with her, buying trees, discussing where and where to eat, probably looking to all the world like a pair of happy lovers. He felt more comfortable with Susan than he should have, and he liked her more than he should have. She was more comfortable in her own skin than most of the women he’d ever known, and her comfort with herself made it easy for others to be at ease with her. He couldn’t help thinking, in another time, another place, another world…in a perfect world, things would have been better between them, and not so damn complicated. But as soon as the thought formed in his head, he banished it. He knew too well the dangers of wanting what he cou

Last Updated : 2025-03-13

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