The Billionaire Secret Baby After Divorce
I gave him my heart, and he gave his mother the power to break it.
For years, Bella endured a loveless marriage built on her silence and sacrifice. Eric, the man she had married, chose his love and loyalty to his overbearing mother over protecting his wife. When the humiliation became unbearable after letting another woman into their home, Bella finally walked away.
Then came Cole Warren, A wealthier billionaire than Eric. He was everything Eric wasn't. With Cole, Bella found peace and the love she had begged Eric for.
But fate had one last twist. Bella was already pregnant and with Eric's child.
Now, Eric wants her back. But Bella isn't the same woman he abandoned.
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Chapter 4
Eric's POV
No matter how hard I tried, it was impossible to forget Bella. It had been seven months since she left me. Seven months since I signed away the best thing that had ever walked into my life. Whenever I closed my eyes, all I could see was her. I rubbed my temple, trying to shake the memory of her, when the soft click of my office door diverted my attention.
"Mr. Damon?" my secretary, Clara, peeked her head inside. "There's someone here who insists on seeing you. He doesn't have an appointment, and I tried to reschedule, but he said it's urgent."
I frowned. "Who is it?"
"A Dr. Leonard Hale," she replied, checking her notepad.
The name struck a chord immediately. Dr. Hale. The fertility specialist. I hadn't seen the man in months, not since before the divorce. I had gone secretly to him for checkups, endless tests, and consultations that had yielded nothing but disappointment.
I sat back in my chair, instantly masking the sudden urge of unease. "Send him in."
Clara nodded and disappeared.
A few seconds later, the door fully opened, and there he was. Dr. Leonard Hale. He was slightly grayer than I remembered, but with the same eyes.
"Eric," he greeted warmly as he extended a hand as though no time had passed.
"Dr. Hale," I said, rising to shake his hand. "This is a surprise. Please, have a seat."
He lowered himself into the chair opposite my desk, folding his hands together. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."
I stared at him. "It's been months. What brings you here? You look... troubled."
He chuckled lightly. "Troubled is one way to put it. More like... complicated."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Hmm, please. Go on."
He shifted in his seat. "Before I begin, I need to ask something personal."
"Sure, go ahead."
"Are you and Bella... officially divorced?"
That question was unexpected, even after our divorce was very private and only a few people knew about it. "How did you know about that?"
"Just answer, it'll all make sense soon."
"Hmm," I sighed. "Yes," I said flatly. "Seven months ago. Why?"
He exhaled as if he was confirming something. "I see. Well... that makes what I'm about to say even more delicate."
My stomach tightened. "Just say it, Hale."
He hesitated for a second. "Your ex-wife, Bella, was admitted to my hospital a few days ago. Apparently, she fainted at her wedding."
My jaw tightened. "Wedding?"
"Yes. She married a man named Cole Warren. Does that name ring a bell?"
I clenched my fists under the desk. Cole Warren. Of course, I knew the name. CEO of Warren Capital Holdings and one of my biggest rivals in the financial world. And now, he was Bella's husband.
The thought of someone as powerful as Cole being Bella's husband burned my chest like as if someone spilled acid on it. "Go on," I forced myself to speak.
Dr. Hale cleared his throat. "As part of our standard procedure, we ran some tests. We discovered that she's seven months pregnant."
Pregnant? Bella? My Bella?
I could hardly breathe. "What... did you just say?"
He repeated the words carefully. "She's seven months pregnant."
I shook my head slowly. The feeling of disbelief clawed through me. "That's impossible."
"On the contrary," he said softly. "The timeline checks out. She fainted from fatigue and stress, but the baby is fine. It's a healthy pregnancy."
My thoughts wandered. I did my maths automatically, my mind racing back to when we were still together. The last weeks we spent together as husband and wife. Seven months. It lined up perfectly.
Dr. Hale leaned back. "Forgive me for being blunt, Eric, but... considering the divorce, one might assume she conceived outside the marriage. With someone else."
I snapped my head up, eyes darkened from instant anger. "Don't you dare."
He blinked, startled by the fury in my voice.
"Don't you ever suggest Bella was unfaithful to me," I growled. "She was loyal to the very end. In fact, she was too loyal, even when I didn't deserve it."
Dr. Hale raised his palms in surrender. "My apologies. I only meant that, given the timing, others might draw their own conclusions."
I sat forward. "There is no other conclusion. That baby she's carrying is mine. That child is mine."
I could feel my pulse hammering in my ears as the room became silent. But I was also feeling something else, something I hadn't felt in months. Pure, unrelenting hope.
For years, Bella had carried the shame and humiliation of being barren, meanwhile, it was I who was the problem. Dr. Hale himself had delivered that verdict. My sperm was weak, my chances were slim. I'd lived under that shame, knowing that Bella wanted children, and knowing I couldn't give them to her. It had eaten away at me, destroyed the foundation of our marriage as I allowed my mother's poison to seep into everything.
But yet, against all odds. Bella was pregnant. And with my child.
I stood up abruptly, pacing to the window as I was unable to contain the storm raging inside me. "Are you sure?" I asked, demanding an answer, but my voice trembled with urgency.
Dr. Hale nodded. "Yes. The dates align precisely with the final months of your marriage. There is no mistaking it. Congratulations, Eric. You're going to be a father."
Being called a father nearly buckled my knees. I pressed a hand to the glass, staring out at the city below. This news was everything.
Behind me, Dr. Hale stood as well. "I thought you deserved to know. I'll leave you to process this. But Eric..." He hesitated, then added. "She's married now. That complicates things, so be careful."
I turned, my eyes glassy. "It changes nothing. That's my wife. That's my child. And now... I finally have the chance to set everything right."
Dr. Hale gave me a confused look. "Just be careful. Don't make an unfixable mistake."
I barely heard him cause my mind was already racing ahead.
I walked him to the door, shaking his hand firmly. "Thank you. Hale. More than you know."
When the door shut behind him, I leaned against it for a few seconds, breathing hard. Then I straightened, laughter bubbling up. I had lost Bella once. But now? Now I had the one thing that could bring her back. I spread my arms wide.
"She's still mine," I whispered. "And now, with our baby, I can finally get her back."
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7.1
"The things I want to do to you..." his voice dropped, rough and low.
I smiled, daring him. "Do it. I dare you, Daddy."
A flicker of danger crossed his eyes. "Vieni qui, amore mio." Come here, my love.
And just like that, I forgot every reason I was supposed to stay away.
*****
Have you ever fallen in love with your mother's fiancé-only to discover he craves you too? Sin, right?
Yeah, that's me. Melissa Spencer.
A college student, an aspiring photographer, and an anonymous erotica writer by night.
Having Ben Gavin... the billionaire hockey captain and CEO of the world's top team-as my stepdad was enough to keep me on edge.
Craving his touch? That's another level of sin.
When financial ruin forces my mother and me into his penthouse, I swear I can resist him.
But things only get worse when his dangerously charming son vows to claim me too.
Now I'm caught between a hot hockey stepdad, a sexy F1 racer stepbrother, and an obsessed ex-biker boyfriend.
What happens when I find out everyone's been living a double life-including my own mother?
7.6
For three years, I was Keagan Steele's passionate secret, the "Wild Rose of Beverly Hills" who finally tamed the city's coldest billionaire. I thought our love was real, a quiet world built away from the glitz.
Then I overheard him call me a "placeholder," a three-year experiment until his true love returned. That true love? My vicious stepsister, Alba.
He abandoned me after a car crash, choosing to save her while I bled in the wreckage. He watched as my stepmother beat me with a horsewhip, even suggesting she use it to break my spirit. He even broke my wrist to give Alba a locket that belonged to my dead mother.
When a falling light fixture threatened Alba, he dove to save her, taking the hit himself. His body, shielding hers, was the final, brutal proof: I was nothing.
But as I lay broken, a chilling thought took root. If I was going to be the villain of their story, I might as well play the part. And this time, I would burn their world to the ground.
9.3
Serena Vaughn was once the invisible wife of Damien Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire who only treated her as nothing more than a trophy. When he humiliates her one too many times, she walks away, ignoring the world's bets that she'll come crawling back. But Serena isn't broken, she's a dormant storm.
Months later, she resurfaces as the CEO of a revolutionary tech empire, her brilliance was undeniable. The same society that mocked her now clamors for her favor, including a Nobel-winning scientist, a Wall Street titan, and Hollywood's biggest star all scrambling to be the new man in her life.
But Damien isn't ready to let go. When he corners her, demanding to know if her child is his, Serena's icy reply shatters him. "That's none of your business, ex-husband, step aside!"
Now, the war is on. Old enemies circle like vultures, but Serena is no longer prey. One by one, they fall, until only one question remains.
How far will a broken man go when the woman he discarded becomes the queen of his ruin?
9.1
I returned to the Reeves estate after five years in exile, not as the rightful heir, but as an outcast. My father had been dead for only a month, and my uncle Julian had already claimed his mahogany desk, his face tight with a greed he no longer bothered to hide.
Julian didn't even look up as he slid a check for a hundred thousand dollars across the wood. "A settlement," he sneered. "Sign the waiver, take your bastards, and disappear. We don't want you embarrassing the family name anymore."
One hundred thousand dollars for a legacy worth billions—it was an insult designed to draw blood. When my five-year-old twins, Leo and Mia, ran into the room, Julian looked at them with pure disgust, calling them vermin and ordering them out. He threatened that if I didn't sign, I’d be on the street in a week, stripped of the Reeves name and every penny of protection. Even the family lawyer looked away as he helped facilitate my ruin. I tore the check to shreds and walked out into a freezing deluge, shielding my children while the doors of my childhood home slammed shut behind us.
I spent years building a secret life as a high-level corporate fixer, yet when I crossed paths with Branson Reeves—the man who shared my son’s eyes—he treated me like a common gold-digger. He outbid me for the "Midnight Orchid" painting, the only piece of evidence that could bring Julian down, mocking my "thrift store" clothes while my children slept in a borrowed guest room. How could they all be so blind? How could a family be so ready to destroy its own blood for the sake of a ledger?
I was done hiding in the shadows. When Julian finally launched a hostile takeover to seize the entire empire, I walked into Branson’s penthouse, dropped my "poor niece" facade, and threw a decrypted file onto his desk.
"The game is over, Branson. Give me that painting, and I’ll show you exactly how to bury the man who thinks he's already won."
7.0
After her world collapses from betrayal, Fiona Greystone drowns her heartbreak in whiskey and wakes up in a stranger's bed. A stranger with piercing gray eyes, commanding presence, and a name that will shake her world: Preston Hale, CEO of Hale Enterprises, and the most powerful man in Covington.
When Preston offers her a three-month marriage contract coldly, businesslike, and with no strings attached, Fiona hesitates. But with her mother's heart surgery costing more than she can afford, she signs.
Soon, she realizes that being Preston Hale's wife is not just a role, it's a battlefield. His stepmother plots to steal his inheritance, his ex-fiancée won't let him go, and his heart is frozen by a secret tragedy. But the deeper Fiona falls for him, the harder it becomes to remember that this marriage was supposed to end.
And just as the contract expires, she discovers the one twist that could shatter everything.....
She's pregnant.
7.2
Six years ago, Seraphina's billionaire husband slapped a fake infertility report onto the marble table.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out," Julian commanded, looking at his wife of three years with pure, icy disgust.
Kicked out into the freezing rain while heavily pregnant, her own family abandoned her like garbage thanks to her sister's vicious lies.
She nearly died in a sterile operating room that night, giving birth to quadruplets, only for the grim-faced doctor to tell her two babies didn't survive.
She spent six agonizing years rebuilding her shattered identity in London, raising her surviving genius twins.
Meanwhile, her ex-husband paraded around New York with Livia, the very woman who orchestrated her ruin.
But when a medical emergency forced Seraphina back to the city, her twins accidentally crossed paths with two identical children at JFK airport.
Why did Julian's severely traumatized, mute daughter look exactly like her own little girl?
And why did her genius son just hack into his father's private server, only to find her delivery records locked behind military-grade encryption?
Staring at a faded ultrasound printout of four tiny shapes, a cold smile broke across Seraphina's face.
Tomorrow night, the discarded wife they thought they broke was going to crash the Astor-Vance charity gala, and she was going to burn their empire to the ground.