His Mistress Stole My CEO

For six years, I served as the personal bodyguard for my boyfriend, the CEO. I even took a bullet for him, losing the hearing in my right ear from a blast while protecting him. He went against his family's wishes to be with me, promising never to abandon me.

But on the day I was scheduled to get a cochlear implant, I overheard his doctor friend joking with him: "You really pulled off a miracle, getting Bianca, the true heiress, to play bodyguard and even have a baby for your beloved Ruth. Are you planning to make it official?"

"It's just a bit of fun. No one’s going to marry a deaf woman. If she can have my child to secure Ruth's place, she should consider herself lucky."

So, all his promises were just a scheme to help his fake heiress stay in the George family. Heartbroken, I took off my engagement ring and called a familiar number. "Mr. Fox, I won't be renewing my contract as a bodyguard."

After hanging up, I ripped up the pregnancy test report I held and grabbed my resignation letter before heading to Quinton's office. I walked in just as he was coming out of the shower.

"Why are you here? Didn’t I tell you to take it easy at home?" he asked, wrapping his damp body around me.

"I went to the hospital today..." I began, but Quinton interrupted, his excitement overflowing. "Did you go to find out if you might be pregnant, Bianca?"

Recalling the harsh truth I had overheard, I shook my head bitterly. "No, I'm not pregnant. I went to get a new cochlear implant."

Quinton’s face briefly showed disappointment, but he quickly reassured me. "Bianca, you know my mom insists we need a child for her to accept us being together. It’s tough, but let's keep trying. Once you're pregnant, we can get married, alright?"

With that, he removed my cochlear implant, and his passionate kiss brushed my neck—the usual sign of his desire. "Whether they approve or not, you’re the one I want forever."

Once, those words would have brought me to tears. I would have overlooked the hardship of getting pregnant just for the hope of marriage. But now I knew it was merely a delay tactic.

Ignoring his heated breath near my ear, I freed myself from his hold and glanced at the cloud tattoo on his chest, matching the scar on mine left by a bullet meant for him. Quinton had claimed it was a mark of his love for me. But while the mark remained, his heart had strayed.

Pain stabbed at my heart with growing intensity. I turned aside and slipped my resignation letter among some papers. "The security system for tonight’s event needs upgrading. Please sign these documents."

Hearing my professional tone, the desire in Quinton’s eyes faded. I watched as he signed each document. When he stopped at the resignation letter, he looked up at me. Meeting his gaze, I felt