Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- married, and now already has a baby. With our family genes, your kids would be ten times cuter than hers." Scarlett puffed up proudly. "Obviously! Ugh, now you've got me wanting a baby too!" Her parents exchanged a knowing glance. Oh, there was hope! Scarlett smirked. "If I brought you a grandkid, would you be happy?" Her mom nearly jumped out of her chair. "Happy? We'd be over the moon! We'll help raise the baby. You keep acting, we'll never nag you about your career again!" Her dad clapped his hands. "Exactly!

You nail that one big life goal, and after that, you can do whatever you want." Scarlett's smile only grew brighter. "You're making it sound so tempting! Guess I'll have to work on it then!" Both parents nodded like bobbleheads. ---- Later, in her room, Scarlett opened her calendar. Her period-normally like clockwork-was already a week late. In Greystone, with all those paparazzi lurking, she couldn't risk buying a test herself. But back home, it was no problem. She checked her notes. Luckily, her upcoming projects didn't include any action films.

Ever since she'd started entertaining the idea of having a baby, she'd been picky about her roles. Two days later, back at her apartment, Scarlett ripped open a pregnancy test. The instructions said results were most accurate in the morning, so she forced herself to wait. At dawn, she dashed to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and stared at the stick, nerves twisting her stomach. The result came fast-two pink lines. One was faint, though. Did it really count? She needed a hospital to be sure. She crawled back into bed, her hand instinctively resting on her flat belly. So magical...

Am I really going to be a mom? Is ---- there a tiny baby in here already? Just a cluster of cells? Does it move? Is it drawing from me already? In nine months, will I be holding a little one who looks just like me? Scarlett had always seen herself as a modern, independent woman. Having a baby wasn't some impulsive decision-it was something she had thought through carefully. She'd even researched motherhood for a role once, talking to expectant moms and reading everything she could find. She knew she was ready-her body was mature, her mind steady, her finances solid.

She could give a child a healthy, stable home. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She grabbed her phone and scrolled TikTok for "first trimester tips," "pregnancy do's and don'ts," "nine-month journey"... She was totally absorbed-until a thought hit her. Wait, phones give off radiation! Can't stare at this thing too long. She tossed it aside and began pacing the living room, organizing her thoughts. ---- Step one: talk to her agent. She needed to adjust her schedule.

Her savings were enough to raise a child, but she couldn't disappear from the spotlight for too long-people would notice. Step two: change apartments. She'd lived in this place for too long; privacy was shot. Easy fix-she had another condo on the west side of the city. Just needed to clean it up. She even changed her current door lock code right away. Step three: figure out prenatal checkups. For that, she'd need help. She picked up her phone and texted her agent: "Miranda, where are you? I have something important to tell you." Miranda replied: "At the office.

Should I come to you, or will you come here?" Miranda managed two artists: Scarlett and Cyrus. With Cyrus's contract about to expire, Miranda had been sticking close to him lately. Scarlett thought it over. "I'm home. If you're free, come over." ---- Miranda: "Okay. What's for lunch? I'll bring something." Scarlett considered carefully. Nutrition mattered now. "Chicken soup, veggies, and apples." Then she crawled into bed for a nap, already rehearsing how she'd break the news.