The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife

Isabella's POV

Perfect! With daddy's generous donation, I could finally visit the doctor who would orchestrate this elaborate pregnancy charade. The fake test results and bribed nurse who doctored Liam's mandatory lab work had already drained my savings. But I knew exactly which buttons to push with father - a dramatic tantrum always loosened his wallet. The money he handed over would cover the initial ultrasound fabrication with plenty left for a shopping spree.

The moment father's car disappeared down the driveway, I slipped out and dialed the doctor's number. Bianca had connected me with this particular medical professional, and despite her being a complete fraud, she proved surprisingly resourceful. I possessed intimate knowledge of father's affair with her, having tailed them to their secret rendezvous location multiple times. While I hadn't weaponized that information yet, Bianca remained compliant as long as father's checks kept coming. Should cooperation falter, creating a public scandal exposing their liaison remained an attractive option.

"Dr. Evan's office."

"Hello Dr. Evan, Clairemont calling."

"Ah yes, my expectant fraud client."

"The woman about to make you considerably wealthier," I shot back with icy sarcasm. His condescending tone grated against my nerves.

"Naturally, though payment remains outstanding. Have you actually conceived yet, my dear?"

"Progress is being made. Can we arrange a meeting? I have your initial payment prepared."

"Excellent development. I'm at my residence currently. The address will arrive via text momentarily."

The man disconnected without ceremony! Had I not desperately required his services, I would have unleashed absolute fury. His message revealed a location fifteen minutes away. The building's front desk had clearance for my arrival. When I pressed his doorbell, he appeared wearing nothing except boxer shorts.

"Planning to dress properly?" I inquired, scanning his moderately fit physique. While not conventionally attractive, he maintained decent physical conditioning.

"This attire suffices perfectly. Where's my compensation?"

"Eager, aren't we?"

"In numerous aspects, darling."

"First, explain your methodology."

"Your medical records are prepared. During office visits, authentic ultrasound footage will display on my equipment, simulating your examination perfectly. Your devoted fiance will accept everything completely. However, I strongly suggest genuine conception or strategic miscarriage following the wedding ceremony."

"I'll handle those details."

"My payment, please."

I completed the electronic transfer and displayed confirmation on my phone. As I prepared to depart, he made an unexpected proposition.

"Interested in conception assistance?"

"Meaning what exactly?"

"You understand perfectly, sweetheart."

His hands circled my waist, pulling me toward the leather sofa while his mouth found mine. His clothing removal technique proved as efficient as promised - the entire encounter concluded within ten minutes, leaving me completely unsatisfied. Perhaps pregnancy would result from this clinical coupling. With Liam maintaining his maddening physical distance, any opportunity deserved consideration. I dressed quickly and departed with his assurance that our arrangement would proceed flawlessly.

The remainder of my day unfolded at the upscale shopping center. Late afternoon brought a text from friends announcing Bryce's house party. That lovesick fool worshipped me completely, willing to perform any request. Since fabricating stories about intimate encounters with Liam, I'd been regularly sleeping with Bryce who responded like a creature in perpetual heat. Pregnancy should have occurred by now, yet today's test remained negative. Stress must be interfering with conception.

Tonight's plan involved attending Bryce's gathering and engaging in marathon intimacy until sunrise. Eventually pregnancy would occur. Perhaps Dr. Evan's contribution had already taken root.

Bryce practically sprinted toward me upon arrival, his adoration embarrassingly obvious.

"Isabella, you look absolutely stunning tonight! Let me fetch your beverage immediately."

"Bryce darling, I came exclusively for you. Should we find somewhere more intimate?" Avoiding my other friends remained crucial - I hadn't confirmed attendance with anyone. The strategy involved proceeding directly to his bedroom and remaining until morning.

"Seriously, gorgeous? That's incredible! Follow me."

His pet names made my skin crawl, but maintaining harmony remained essential. I accompanied him upstairs, securing the door lock before pulling him close.

We spent the entire night together. Bryce's bedroom performance remained consistently disappointing - while he'd claimed my virginity years ago, he'd never delivered genuine satisfaction. Actually, no man had ever brought me to climax. I suspected my obsession with Liam created this problem, knowing instinctively that he could provide the pleasure others couldn't.

Before dawn broke, I dressed silently and slipped away, leaving Bryce unconscious across rumpled sheets. A taxi carried me home where exhaustion finally claimed me. The sacrifices I endured for Liam's love knew no bounds, but eventually every calculated risk would deliver the ultimate prize - his complete devotion and our perfect future together.