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The Shadow Wife's Secret Billionaire Baby

The Shadow Wife's Secret Billionaire Baby

Jing Yue
Modern | Ongoing
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For five years, I was the shadow behind billionaire Julian Sterling-his top executive assistant by day and his secret wife by night. I lived by a strict contract, staying invisible to protect his public image while raising his son, Leo, as my own. On New Year's Eve, the silence of our penthouse was shattered. I watched on live television as Julian dropped to one knee at a high-society gala, proposing to Hollywood star Victoria Chase with a pink diamond that cost more than my life. When he came home, he didn't offer an apology; he offered an insult. He revealed that Victoria was actually Leo's biological mother and I was merely a "temporary caretaker" whose time was up. My world spiraled as Victoria staged a fall to frame me for assault, and Julian's family treated me like a common criminal. "You are a biological necessity, Serena. Do not make this emotional," he told me, his voice devoid of any warmth we had shared in private. The betrayal cut deeper than I thought possible. Every sacrifice I made for our family was a lie, a five-year waiting period for his "real" life to begin. He handed me divorce papers with a staggering settlement, but it came with a chilling condition: I had to waive all rights for any future children. He wanted to ensure I couldn't claim a "golden ticket" if I turned up pregnant. He didn't know I was already clutching a positive pregnancy test in my pocket. As I reached for the pen to sign the papers and disappear with Leo, a violent pain exploded in my stomach. I felt the warmth of blood soaking through my clothes, and the room began to spin. I looked at Julian's cold, expectant face and realized I was no longer just a wife or an assistant. I was a liability he intended to erase. But as I collapsed into the darkness, I made one final vow: he would never lay a finger on my unborn child.

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The champagne in the crystal flute had gone warm hours ago. It sat on the sleek, cold marble of the kitchen island, the bubbles long since dead, much like the atmosphere in the penthouse. Serena Vance stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the city that never slept. Manhattan was alive, a sprawling grid of electric veins pulsating with the energy of New Year's Eve, but up here, on the forty-fifth floor, the silence was heavy enough to crush a person's lungs.

She pressed her forehead against the cool glass. Below, the world was waiting for the ball to drop in Times Square. The television in the living room was on, the volume low, casting a flickering blue light across the minimalist furniture that Julian preferred. He hated clutter. He hated noise. He hated anything that disrupted the perfectly curated order of his life.

Serena turned her back to the window. The countdown had started on the screen. Ten. Nine. Eight. The crowd was screaming, their mouths open in joy, their breath visible in the freezing air. She felt a phantom shiver run down her spine.

Then the feed cut.

It wasn't a technical glitch. The Breaking News banner slashed across the bottom of the screen in urgent red. The camera angle shifted, moving away from the ball drop to a brightly lit ballroom uptown. Serena recognized the chandeliers immediately. It was the Metropolitan Charity Gala. She had organized the initial guest list for that event three weeks ago, but Julian had abruptly handed the final execution over to an external PR firm last week, claiming he wanted to "lighten her load." Now, the cruelty of that kindness became clear.

And there he was. Julian Sterling.

He wasn't standing at the podium giving the speech she had written for him. He was down on one knee.

Serena felt the air leave the room. Her heart slammed against her ribs, a violent, erratic rhythm that made her vision blur. The camera zoomed in. Julian was holding a black velvet box. Inside, a diamond the size of a quail egg glittered under the harsh lights. It was pink. A pink diamond.

Victoria Chase stood before him, her hands covering her mouth in a performance of shock that was Oscar-worthy. She was wearing the silver dress Serena had picked up from the stylist yesterday morning. The crowd around them erupted. The sound was deafening, even through the television speakers.

Serena took a step back, her hip bumping into the island. The champagne flute wobbled but didn't fall.

She watched as Julian slid the ring onto Victoria's finger. He stood up, his movements fluid and confident, the same way he moved in the boardroom, the same way he moved in their bed. He pulled Victoria into his arms, and she buried her face in his neck. The headline on the screen changed: Julian Sterling Proposes to Hollywood Sweetheart Victoria Chase.

A wave of nausea hit Serena so hard her knees buckled.

It wasn't just sadness. It was a physical rejection of reality. Her stomach contracted violently. She clamped a hand over her mouth and ran.

She barely made it to the master bathroom. She collapsed in front of the toilet, the cold porcelain biting into her knees. Her body heaved, expelling nothing but bitter acid and water. She retched until her throat burned and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. She gasped for air, her fingers gripping the rim of the toilet so tight her knuckles turned white.

She stayed there for a long time, shivering on the heated tile floor. The silence of the apartment had returned, heavier now.

The front door chimed. The electronic lock beeped once, a cheerful, high-pitched sound that signaled access granted.

Footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor of the hallway. Heavy. Deliberate.

Serena scrambled to her feet. She turned on the faucet, splashing freezing water onto her face. She grabbed a towel and scrubbed her skin, trying to erase the redness, the evidence of her collapse. She looked in the mirror. Her skin was the color of old paper. Her eyes were hollow.

The bathroom door pushed open.

Julian stood there. He had loosened his tie, the silk hanging undone around his collar. His tuxedo jacket was draped over one arm. He looked impeccable, untouched by the chaos he had just caused on national television.

He didn't look guilty. He didn't look apologetic. He looked annoyed.

"You are sick?" he asked. His voice was deep, devoid of warmth.

Serena gripped the edge of the sink to keep her hands from shaking. She didn't turn to look at him. "I just ate something bad."

Julian didn't ask what she ate. He didn't ask if she needed medicine. He walked past the bathroom door toward the bedroom, tossing his jacket onto the chaise lounge.

"Wash up," he said. "Come to bed."

The command was so casual, so routine, that Serena felt a fresh wave of bile rise in her throat. He had just proposed to another woman in front of the entire world, and now he expected her to warm his bed as if she were nothing more than a heated blanket.

Serena didn't move. She stared at her reflection. Who was this woman? The shadows under her eyes were dark bruises. She looked like a ghost haunting her own life.

She washed. She scrubbed her skin until it was raw, trying to wash away the feeling of dirt that seemed to coat her insides. She brushed her teeth three times to get the taste of acid out of her mouth.

When she finally walked into the bedroom, the lights were dimmed. Julian was sitting up in bed, his laptop open on his knees. The blue light illuminated the sharp angles of his face. He was typing, his focus entirely on the screen.

He didn't look up when she sat on the edge of the mattress. The bed dipped under her weight.

Julian closed the laptop and set it on the nightstand. He reached out and grabbed her wrist. His fingers were warm, his grip firm. He pulled her toward him.

Serena stiffened. Her muscles locked up, a reflex she couldn't control.

Julian paused. He looked at her then, really looked at her, his eyes narrowing.

"Do not forget the terms, Serena," he said. His voice dropped an octave, a warning rumble in his chest.

The Non-Disclosure Agreement. The contract. The role she had signed up for five years ago to pay for her mother's legal defense. She was the shadow wife. The invisible support system. She had no claim on him publicly.

But tonight was different. Tonight, he had put a ring on someone else.

Serena closed her eyes. She didn't have the energy to fight him. Not yet. She let her body go limp, a ragdoll in his hands.

He pulled her down. He kissed her, but it wasn't a kiss of affection. It was a kiss of erasure. Cold, demanding, and utterly devoid of intimacy. He kissed her as if trying to scrub the night's public performance from his system using her body as a vessel. He tasted of scotch and mint. And something else.

Perfume.

It was subtle, clinging to the fabric of his shirt, but Serena smelled it. It was floral, cloying, expensive. It was Victoria's scent.

She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from gagging again.

He moved over her, his weight pressing the air from her lungs. Serena stared at the ceiling, counting the recessed lights. One. Two. Three. She focused on the plaster, detaching herself from the sensation of his skin against hers.

He didn't speak. There were no whispered names, no confusion. Just a brutal, mechanical efficiency that confirmed her worst fear: she wasn't a lover to him, nor a wife. She was a biological necessity, a release valve he used before returning to his real life.

When it was over, he rolled off her immediately. He didn't hold her. He didn't say goodnight. Within minutes, his breathing evened out into the rhythmic pattern of deep sleep.

Serena lay there, staring into the dark. Her abdomen cramped again, a low, dull ache that felt different from the nausea. It was deeper. Heavy.

She waited until she was sure he was asleep. Then she slid out of bed, her bare feet silent on the carpet. She grabbed her purse from the chair in the corner and went to the guest bathroom down the hall.

Her hands were shaking so badly she dropped the box twice before she could open it. It was a pregnancy test she had bought three days ago. She hadn't taken it because she was afraid. She was afraid of the answer.

She sat on the closed lid of the toilet and waited. Three minutes. It felt like three years.

She picked up the stick.

Two pink lines.

They were faint, but they were there. Undeniable.

Her phone buzzed on the counter. The screen lit up with a news notification.

Sterling-Chase Engagement of the Century. A Fairy Tale Come True.

Serena looked at the headline. Then she looked at the positive test in her hand.

A laugh bubbled up in her throat, sounding more like a sob. A fairy tale.

She wrapped the test in layers of toilet paper and buried it at the bottom of the trash can. She washed her hands again, staring at the drain as the water swirled down.

She wasn't just a shadow anymore. She was a liability. And the thing growing inside her? That was a catastrophe.

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