The Contract Wife's Hidden Pregnancy

Billionaire Romance14 chaptersOngoing

Chapter 1 Three pink lines on a pregnancy test, a woman's red lips on my husband's neck, and a contract that said I was never supposed to fall in love. That was my Tuesday. I stood in the bathroom of Dominic Cross's penthouse — *our* penthouse, technically, though nothing in it had ever felt like mine — and stared at the test in my trembling hand. Positive. I'd taken four tests. All positive. My free hand drifted to my stomach. Sixteen weeks married to the most powerful CEO on the East Coast, and this was never part of the deal. Our marriage was a contract. Black ink on white paper. Two years of playing the perfect wife in exchange for him paying off my mother's hospital debt — three million dollars I could never earn in a lifetime. The rules were simple: No falling in love. No public scandals. No children. I broke rule number one somewhere around month three, when he carried me out of a

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