PREGNANT FOR MY RUTHLESS BOSS

I felt it before I understood it. That shift. Like walking into a room where everyone already knows something… and you don’t. I should’ve left. Right there. But I didn’t. I kept walking. The mansion was blinding—lights everywhere, laughter spilling over itself, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Everything was shining. Everything watched. And none of it felt like mine. Still, I held myself together. “Try not to look so lost.” Vanessa’s voice slid in smooth, almost lazy. She didn’t even look at me—just adjusted the strap of her silver dress like I wasn’t worth the effort. “I’m not lost,” I said, keeping my voice quiet. Controlled. She smiled slightly. “Then stop looking like a charity case.” That hit. I let out a small laugh—the fake kind. The kind you use when you don’t want trouble. “You invited me.” “Don’t remind me.” She finally glanced at me. “Just stay close. And don’t talk too much.” I nodded. What else could I do? We moved deeper into the crowd. It got worse. People stared a second too long. Conversations paused just a beat too late. Smiles appeared—but they didn’t mean anything. Vanessa fit here. I didn’t. “Drink.” She pushed a glass into my hand. I hesitated. Something felt off. “It’s not poison,” she said, amused. “Relax.” That tone again. I noticed it. Ignored it. I took a sip. Sweet. Too sweet. “Good, right?” Vanessa watched me too closely. “Yeah…” I swallowed, my throat tightening slightly. “What is it?” “Just drink it.” Not a suggestion. I frowned… but I drank again. A few minutes passed. Then the floor shifted. Not enough for anyone else. But enough for me. I blinked hard, gripping the edge of a table. The room stretched. Voices dragged like they were underwater. My chest tightened. “Vanessa…” My voice sounded wrong now. “Something’s wrong.” She turned slowly. “What do you mean?” “I feel dizzy.” She smiled. Not the same smile. “You should,” she said softly. It took a second. Then it hit. Cold. Sharp. “What?” My fingers started shaking. “What did you “You trust too easily,” she cut in. “It’s embarrassing.” The room spun harder. Faces blurred into nothing. “Why would you— Vanessa… why?” She stepped closer, calm. Steady. “Because you don’t belong here.” My heart slammed painfully against my ribs. “That’s not “You were never supposed to be seen.” That one sank deep. “I don’t understand—” “You don’t need to.” And just like that— My knees gave out. I didn’t hit the ground. Someone caught me. Not Vanessa. “Take her,” Vanessa said behind me, already done with me. “Which room?” a man asked. She paused… just for a second. “The one upstairs.” A small smile followed. “He’s expecting something interesting tonight.” I tried to fight. I really did. But my body wasn’t mine anymore. My head dropped against the man’s shoulder as he carried me away—away from the noise, the lights, the people. The music faded. The air changed. Wrong. Everything felt wrong. The elevator opened with a soft chime. Mirrors surrounded us. My reflection stared back—pale… fading. This isn’t happening. But it was. Upstairs, the hallway was too quiet. Our footsteps disappeared into thick carpet swallowed whole. We stopped in front of a door. Heavy. Dark. Different. The man knocked once. No answer. He opened it anyway. Darkness. Not empty. Waiting. “Put her down.” The voice came from inside—low, controlled dangerous without even trying. The man obeyed quickly, placing me on something soft. Too soft. The door shut. Silence. I forced my eyes open. Big mistake. The room tilted. Shadows shifted. But I felt him. Close. Watching. Every instinct inside me screamed Run. Hide. My body didn’t move. “Please…” I whispered. Footsteps. Closer. A figure stepped out of the dark. Tall. Broad. Power radiated from him—even without seeing his face clearly. He stopped at the edge of the bed. Close now. Too close. I tried to focus. Failed. “Who…” My voice broke. “Who are you?” He leaned down. Close enough to steal the air from my lungs. “Wrong room,” he said. It didn’t make sense. Not yet. “Who sent you?” My heart stuttered. Sent? “I don’t know His hand lifted my chin. Not rough. Not gentle. Just firm enough to remind me I had no control “Careful,” he said quietly. “Your answer decides what happens next.” The air tightened. And in that moment—through the blur, the fear, the fading edges of consciousness—I understood something worse than betrayal This wasn’t random. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I was supposed to be sent somewhere else. And this man? He wasn’t the one I was meant to meet. His grip tightened slightly, his eyes sharpening as if he’d just realized the same thing. “…You’re not mine.” My breath caught. The room went colder. Because the way he said it It wasn’t confusing. It was a problem. And suddenly… I wasn’t sure which was worse. The man I was meant for Or the one I’d just been delivered to.