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 5
Bella's POV
Cole had left for the office, and I had lied to him that I would be returning to mine when he asked. But instead, after he left, I ran to the bathroom, sitting there longer than I realized, perched on the closed lid of the toilet seat, staring at the floor. My fingers twisted together in my lap. I was restless.
I still couldn't believe that I was pregnant. I wanted to deny it. For years, I'd carried the shame of being barren on my shoulders. Eric's family had blamed me, and I had judged myself. And now, suddenly, as if fate decided to mock me, I was carrying a life inside me, but it wasn't for Cole. And that was what made this worse.
I closed my eyes, inhaling slowly, but the air was suffocating. I pressed my hand against my stomach, fingers trembling. For seven months, I had carried a child I hadn't known existed until days ago. A secret that could destroy the one shred of happiness I had managed to build.
Cole didn't want children. He had told me that himself. Months ago, when I confessed to him that I could never conceive, that I was broken, he had smiled and kissed my forehead.
'Good," he said softly. "Because I don't want kids anyway. I just want you."
It was Cole's acceptance that had healed me and made me believe I was enough. But now? I carried the one thing he had never wanted. The child of another man.
I was going to cry, but I swallowed them down. I couldn't afford to cry because crying wouldn't change anything. Then, a soft knock pulled me away from my thoughts.
"Mrs. Warren?" Martha called. Her voice came in gently through the door.
I inhaled, wiped quickly at my eyes, and stood. When I opened the door, Martha's kind face appeared. Her hair was pulled neatly into a bun.
"Are you all right, dear?" she asked. Her voice was that soothing maternal edge I had always longed for. "I didn't see you at breakfast. Shall I have something brought up to your room?"
I shook my head quickly. "No thanks, Martha. But I'm not hungry."
Her brow furrowed, and she set her tray aside on a nearby table. "That doesn't sound like you. You've barely eaten since you fainted and were taken to the hospital."
"I just..." I trailed off, my throat suddenly too tight for me to explain.
Martha stepped closer. She studied me with her eyes. Looking at me more than I wanted her to. "Something's wrong. I can see it all over your face, dear."
I laughed bitterly. "Something's wrong, all right." I turned my gaze to the floor, unable to look her in the eyes. "I'm thinking of... aborting this baby."
Martha froze, as if I'd slapped her. The silence felt so thick I wanted to take my words back, swallow them, pretend I hadn't said them. But it was too late.
Her voice broke softly. Her voice trembled. "You... you can't mean that, dear."
I looked up then, meeting her horrified gaze. "What other choice do I have, Martha? My husband doesn't want children. I told him I couldn't have any, and he was happy about it. He married me, knowing that I couldn't bear children. And now-" My voice cracked. "Now, Martha, I'm pregnant with another man's child. How am I supposed to explain that?"
She clasped her hands over her chest, shaking her head. "Bella, listen to yourself. That's still your child. A living piece of you. A miracle you never thought you'd have. How can you even think of... ending it?"
My lips quivered. "Because it will ruin everything. Martha, I've just started over. I've built this life, my company, this marriage with Cole. He trusts me, he believes in me. If he finds out about this, about this baby being my ex-husband's, he will hate me. He'll leave."
'He loves you," Martha said as she stepped closer. "And love, true love, doesn't shatter that easily. He deserved the truth, Bella. He deserves to know what's happening."
I wrapped my arms around myself, rocking slightly. "The truth must never see the daylight, Martha. That truth will destroy us. I know it. I feel it. I can't..." I let out a strangled laugh. "I can't lose everything again. I don't know if I will survive it this time."
Martha's eyes softened. "Do you really think this child is here by accident? You called yourself barren for years, and you believed you could never conceive. And yet here this little one is, fighting to live inside you. Maybe, just maybe, this is God's way of telling you that you were never broken. That it was never your fault, and that you were always capable of life."
I shook my head violently. "Don't say that. Please don't say that. You don't know what you're asking of me. You don't know the risk."
"I know enough," Martha whispered. "And I know that if you throw this child away, you will regret it for the rest of your life. More than you ever regretted your marriage to Eric. More than anything."
My heart thundered in my chest.
"Please, Bella," she reached out for me. "Just think about it. Regardless of everything I've just said. You alone know what's best for you."
My lips opened to speak, but before I could say anything, just then, my phone buzzed on the table, interrupting me. I froze, staring at the screen. It was an unsaved number.
Martha glanced at it too. "Are you going to answer? Or would you let me take that for you?"
"No... no. I will," I shook my head. My throat tightened as I slowly picked it up and pressed it to my ear.
"Hello?" I said in a cautious and uncertain tone.
The person on the other end was silent for a while, and then...
"Bella."
My entire body froze. I recognized that voice.
"Eric?" My breath caught.
'Yes. It's me," he answered. "I'm so happy you remembered my voice."
My grip on the phone trembled. "Why are you calling me? How did you get this number?"
He chuckled softly. "I have my ways. You should know that by now."
I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't.
Then he spoke again. "I know, Bella. I know about the baby. Our baby."
My eyes darted to Martha, who was watching me with wide, worried eyes. I pressed my free hand against my stomach as if he could see through the phone.
"You're wrong," I whispered. 'You don't know anything."
"Oh, I know enough," Eric said. "Seven months, isn't it? Seven months pregnant. And we both know what that means."
My knees weakened, and I leaned against the wall. "Eric, you better..."
"I'll be coming for you, Bella," he interrupted. "And for my baby."
The line went dead. I stood frozen, phone still pressed to my ear.
Martha's voice broke through faintly. "Bella... what did he say?"
But I couldn't answer. Was my world already shattering again?
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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.