Pursued by My Baby’s Billionaire Racer Dad Novel – The night I’d found that lipstick stain on my husband,Liam’s collar it had all started around then. A pair of women’s shoes red stilettos stood by the entrance. My heart lurched. I knew those weren’t mine. Inside, I saw them together. Sophia was leaning against Liam, who was gently stroking her hair, his expression soft and full of concern. “Don’t worry,” he murmured to Sophia, “This is my son, I will take care of him.” I once asked,”What if I was pregnant?” His response was like ice,”You knew the terms when we married: no public announcement, no children.” He chose her. There was nothing left for me here. “Then, we’ll divorce,” I whispered. There was no going back.
Aria’s POV “Well, you’re pregnant!”!” The doctor turned the ultrasound screen toward me, pointing to a tiny, almost imperceptible form. My world stopped. I reached down, my fingers brushing the barely noticeable swell of my abdomen. A wave of warmth and excitement surged through me. I couldn’t wait to tell Liam the exciting news. My heart was racing. Sliding into my car, I clung to a sliver of hope. Maybe, despite everything, Liam had changed. Maybe, like me, he’d begun to wish for something…more. The thought alone made my heart race, though doubt lingered at the edges of my thoughts. As if to taunt me, I glanced at the big screen hovering just over the intersection where I’d stopped. Right at that moment, the headlines of Liam’s newest success flashed in neon lights above me. He’d just taken home the F1 championship—again.
As Liam’s image flashed on the screen, he exuded a magnetic charisma that was impossible to ignore, with chiseled features that looked like they belonged on the set of a movie. His intense, stormy eyes held a depth that drew you in, while his confident demeanor made him stand out in any crowd. Even through the screen, his presence was commanding, effortlessly capturing attention. I wished I could be proud. I knew how many women across the nation—across the world, really—wanted him, how many of them would give anything to be in my position. His popularity was unmatched, both in and outside the F1 world. “So, any lucky ladies waiting in the crowd tonight?” the reporter asked him. Liam looked at the screen sharply. “Maybe.” He answered vaguely. I tried to ignore the twinge in my heart. We’d agreed to keep our marriage a secret from the public long ago, but I was excited to change that. Pulling into our driveway, I checked for any lurking press. Liam always demanded discretion, and I had learned to live in the shadows, hiding our marriage from the world.
Inside, the house was eerily still, the silence colder than usual. I opened the bedroom door, and the scent of Liam’s body wash greeted me—fresh from the shower. He emerged from the bathroom, a towel slung low around his hips, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. The sight of him made my mouth water, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. His eyes met mine, and I saw that familiar hunger in his gaze, the same hunger that had once made me weak at the knees. But I couldn’t give in. Not this time. As he closed the distance between us, his hand reaching to cup my jaw, I knew what he wanted. His lips met mine in a demanding smooch, the taste of him fresh and powerful. For a moment, I let myself sink into it—into him. His teeth grazed my bottom lip, his hands gripping my sides with a possessiveness that both thrilled and terrified me.
But I had to stop. I couldn’t let him distract me from what I needed to say. “Liam…” I pushed him away, my voice steady as I met his gaze. “I think it’s time we make our marriage public,” I said, confident that he would agree, especially now that I was pregnant. He pulled away, reaching for his clothes. His gaze turned cold, his expression hardening. “Liam, we need to make our marriage public,” I repeated, less a plea and more a statement of fact. He continued dressing, not even sparing me a glance. The silence between us was heavy, but I still believed he would come around. “What if I was pregnant?” I asked, expecting this to be the turning point. “I want a family.” His response was like ice, cutting through my confidence. “You knew the terms when we married: no public announcement, no children.” It hurt, the pain sharp and unforgiving. “But, Liam—” I started, but was abruptly cut off by the sharp ring of his phone. I glanced at the name on his screen– Sophia, the woman who had haunted me throughout our whole marriage. She was the younger sister of Liam’s former teammate– and incidentally, his ex.
Things had changed between the two of them when Sophia’s older brother had subbed in for him during a race and died in a freak accident on the track. Still, Liam answered it immediately, his face softening as he spoke. “Sophia, calm down. It’ll be okay. I’ll be there soon, okay? I’m leaving now.” His voice was soothing, gentle—so different from the tone he used with me. “Liam, you can’t just leave—we need to talk!” I tried to interject, but my voice was small, desperate. “Please, please don’t leave right now.” He ignored me. He was going to Sophia. I used to believe that Liam kept our marriage hidden out of concern for us—that he was protecting our relationship from the scrutiny and judgment that comes with being in the public eye. I thought he was worried about how the world’s opinions might impact his career, that he was shielding us from unnecessary complications. But now, standing there facing his cold indifference, I realized how naive I was.
He never intended to make this public, never planned on giving us a real chance. I felt cheated, like a fool for believing in his excuses, for thinking he was safeguarding our future when he was really just protecting his own selfish interests. “Don’t I deserve to bear your child?” The words burst out of me, desperate and raw, before I could stop them. “Or are you waiting for Sophia to decide you’re worth her time again?” Liam stopped at the doorway, his phone momentarily at his side. He didn’t even look at me when he spoke, his voice cold and dismissive. “Don’t be ridiculous, Aria.” The sound of the door shutting behind him felt like the end. I collapsed to the floor, clutching at my blouse as heavy tears pattered against the hardwood. Was I just a pawn to him? A way to get back at her after they broke up? Aching, I pulled myself from the floor and climbed into bed.
My body hurt, my heart throbbing like a wound in my chest. I curled tight around myself, pretending the smell of Liam lingering in the sheets didn’t stir something in me. The scent that once comforted me now only reminded me of what I would never have. – When I woke up that night, a sharp pain in my side made me cry out, clutching at my abdomen. I reached for the other side of the bed, but it was cold. Liam hadn’t come home. Panic surged as I fumbled for my phone, dialing his number repeatedly, but each call went unanswered. My final voicemail was a desperate plea, “Liam, something’s wrong. Please come home.” I tried to steady my breathing, my vision blurring with tears. Just as I slumped back, the phone buzzed in my hand—it was Isabella. “Ari? Are you okay?” she asked, her voice cutting through the haze of pain.
“Help me…” I whispered, just before everything faded to darkness. I could barely hold onto the phone as my world spun out of control, the only anchor in the storm of pain and fear slipping through my fingers. – Aria’s POV When I woke up, the sterile scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils, and the harsh fluorescent lights above me made my head throb. I blinked, trying to make sense of where I was. The hospital. Panic rose in my chest as I reached down, my hands trembling as they settled over my abdomen. The baby– “Aria! Oh, thank God!” Isabella’s voice broke through my daze. She was sitting beside me, her eyes red and puffy from crying. When she saw I was awake, she grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly, as if afraid I might slip away again. “You scared out of me! I thought I’d lost you.” I could barely process her words, my thoughts immediately jumping to the baby. “Isabella… the baby…” She nodded quickly, her expression softening with relief. “The baby’s fine, Aria. The doctor said you fainted from stress and exhaustion, but the baby’s okay.”
A wave of relief washed over me, but it was quickly followed by a sharp pang of anxiety. “Did Liam come?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Isabella’s face hardened with anger and disgust. “No, he didn’t. Probably too busy with Sophia to care,” she spat, her words laced with venom. My heart sank. No, he must not have received my message. Liam wouldn’t ignore something like this—he couldn’t. “He didn’t get the message,” I insisted, my voice shaking. “He doesn’t know. Isabella, please, keep calling him.” Isabella hesitated, her eyes filled with pity, but she pulled out her phone and started calling again. I watched her, my heart pounding. With each unanswered ring, the silence between us grew heavier. No answer. I tried to convince myself it was just a misunderstanding, that something had gone wrong with the message, that Liam would walk through the door any minute now. But then, Isabella’s expression hardened. She cursed under her breath and thrust the phone toward me. “Look at this.” I took the phone, my hands trembling as I stared at the screen.
There, in vivid color, was a photo of Liam and Sophia. They were close, too close– her head rested against his bare chest– and the atmosphere between them was unmistakably intimate. I felt the blood drain from my face as I scrolled down to see another message. This one was even worse. Liam had turned off his phone to be with Sophia. The message was clear: I shouldn’t waste my efforts anymore. It felt like someone had punched me in the gut. My hands went numb, and the phone slipped from my grasp, clattering onto the bed. I couldn’t breathe. How could he do this? How could he just… abandon me? Isabella’s voice was distant, muffled, as she continued talking, but her words barely registered. “The news is reporting that today’s award-winning interview was basically a love letter to Sophia. And guess what? She was in the audience, smiling like she’d won the lottery.” The tears came before I could stop them, hot and silent as they slid down my cheeks. I had been married to Liam for three years, but I had never been afforded any public attention.
He had strictly forbidden me from appearing at his races, from being part of his world. I was nothing more than a secret, a hidden mistress. And now… now I was disposable. Isabella’s voice softened as she reached out to touch my arm, as if reading my thoughts. “Aria… you can’t keep doing this to yourself. He doesn’t deserve you. He never did. You need to leave him. I think… you need to divorce him.” The word hung in the air like a death sentence, but it was also a lifeline. Divorce. The one thing I had been too afraid to consider, too afraid to say out loud. But now… what choice did I have? “Then, we’ll divorce,” I whispered, the words leaving my lips like a bitter poison. It hurt, but it was also freeing in a way I hadn’t expected. I had spent too long tied to a man who didn’t love me, who would never love me. Back home, the house felt emptier than ever, the silence suffocating. I hadn’t expected to feel so hollow after making the decision to leave, but I supposed it was the weight of years of hopes and dreams crashing down around me. As I stepped into the living room, something caught my eye.
A pair of women’s shoes—red stilettos—stood by the entrance. My heart lurched. I knew those weren’t mine. Sophia’s voice, annoyingly cheerful, called out from the kitchen. “Liam?” My blood ran cold. “Why are you here?” I asked, my voice as cold as ice. Sophia appeared in the doorway, a smug smile on her face. “Liam allowed me to live here. If it weren’t for you taking advantage of the situation, I would have been the mistress of this place long ago.” She paused, her smile turning into a sneer. “But that’s going to change soon. I suggest you pack your things.” I felt a cold fury rise within me, but I refused to let her see how much she was getting under my skin. “Get out of my way,” I said, my voice eerily calm, echoing Liam’s tone. Years of living under his shadow had taught me how to mirror his cold detachment. Sophia blinked, taken aback by my tone. For a moment, she hesitated, her bravado faltering as she stepped back. But her foot caught the edge of the stair, and before I could react, she stumbled. I reached out instinctively, but it was too late.
She tumbled down the stairs with a scream. My heart raced as I rushed after her, my hand shaking as I tried to help her up. But before I could reach her, Liam burst through the front door, his eyes wild with panic. “It was her!” Sophia cried, clutching her abdomen. “She pushed me! She wanted to kill my child!” Her words hit me like a train. Child? Sophia was pregnant? I stared at her in shock, my mind reeling. Liam’s expression shifted from panic to fury as he knelt beside Sophia, his eyes narrowing at me. “Is that true?” he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. I could only shake my head, too stunned to speak. How could this be happening? Everything was spiraling out of control, faster than I could keep up. Sophia continued to sob, clutching Liam’s arm as if her life depended on it. “She’s jealous, Liam. She’s always been jealous because you love me, not her.” I wanted to scream, to deny it, but the words caught in my throat. Liam’s eyes bore into mine, full of accusation and anger.
I could see it now—the life I thought I had, the future I had clung to, was slipping away, crumbling before my eyes. Liam’s voice was the coldest I’d ever heard it. “Leave, Aria. Now.” The look in Liam’s eyes left no room for argument. He believed her. He chose her. There was nothing left for me here. – Aria’s POV “Get out of my way!” Liam’s voice thundered through the room, his eyes blazing with anger as he glared at me. I stood frozen, unable to move, the words stinging like a slap. But before I could even register what was happening, he scooped up Sophia in his arms and stormed past me, heading for the door, his steps echoing loudly in the silence of the room. Sophia clung to Liam, her face buried in his chest, as I followed them out of the house. I didn’t know what I was doing, only that I needed to know if what she’d said was true—if she was really pregnant. I had to find out for myself, no matter what. At the hospital, the atmosphere was tense. I watched from a distance as the doctors and nurses rushed Sophia into an emergency room. Time seemed to stretch as I waited, my heart pounding in my chest. I kept my eyes on the door, wondering what would happen next, what news would come out of this nightmare. After what felt like hours, a doctor finally emerged. He gave Liam a brief nod.
“The baby’s safe.” Relief washed over Liam’s face as he thanked the doctor. Only then did his gaze shift– as if just noticing me standing awkwardly in the hallway. His expression turned cold, his eyes narrowing with disdain. “What are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice low and filled with accusation. “I…” I struggled to find the words, but before I could say anything, he cut me off. “You’re insane,” Liam hissed. “Plotting to make Sophia miscarry? How could you be so heartless?” Sophia, now lying in the hospital bed, looked up with tears in her eyes. “She… she threatened me, Liam. Said she would use the baby against me.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Is this really what he thought of me? My fists clenched at my sides as I stared at him. “Whose child is it?” I asked, my voice trembling with the effort to stay calm. Liam’s eyes flashed with anger. “It’s none of your business,” he said icily. “I don’t want to see you right now. Get out.” His words hit me like a blow, but I refused to back down. “Liam, I need to know the truth—” “Get out!” he repeated, louder this time, his face twisting with fury. “And if you even think of contacting paparazzi, know that I will make your life terrible, Aria.”
My chest tightened with pain, but I couldn’t stay there any longer. I turned and fled down the hallway, my vision blurring with unshed tears. As I pushed through the hospital doors, I nearly collided with Liam’s assistant, who had just arrived, his expression troubled. “Aria, wait,” he said, reaching out to steady me. “I… I’m sorry about all this.” I shook my head, barely able to process his words. “When did she come back?” He was the only one I knew I could trust to tell me the truth. “Two months ago,” the assistant admitted shamefully, glancing away. “Liam didn’t want you to know.” Two months. My mind reeled as I remembered how Liam had started staying out late, making excuses about work. The night I’d found that lipstick stain on his collar—it had all started around then. My heart ached with the realization, but I clung to a shred of hope.
Maybe there was some explanation, some way to salvage what was left of our marriage. I had to know for sure. I turned back into the hospital, ignoring the curious glances from the staff as I made my way to Sophia’s room. My hand trembled as I reached for the door handle, hesitating for just a moment before pushing it open just a crack– enough not to be noticed. Inside, I saw them together. Sophia was leaning against Liam, who was gently stroking her hair, his expression soft and full of concern. The sight of them together sent a wave of nausea through me, but it was Liam’s next words that truly shattered me. “Don’t worry,” he murmured to Sophia, “This is my son, I will take care of him.” I felt my heart break in that moment, the weight of his betrayal crushing me from the inside out. The marriage I had fought so hard to maintain for three years was over. There was no going back. Liam’s POV After three grueling days in the hospital, I brought Sophia home.
I noticed quickly that the house was eerily quiet, the usual warmth and life sucked out of it. Something felt wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. The atmosphere felt different, heavier, almost like a storm was brewing inside these walls. “Aria?” I called out instinctively as we stepped inside, not thinking much of it. Silence greeted me. A cold knot of unease formed in my stomach, but I shook it off. She was probably just sulking, as per usual. I walked through the house, looking for her. It wasn’t until I reached the bedroom that I realized what was off. All of Aria’s belongings were gone. Her clothes, her books, even the little trinkets she’d collected over the years—everything was missing. I frowned, dialing her number. The call went straight to voicemail. I tried again, with the same result. My heart sank as I realized what this meant. She had blocked me. Turning back to the living room, something on the dining table caught my eye. A stack of papers, neatly arranged, with a pen lying beside them. I walked over and picked them up, skimming the first page.
Divorce Agreement. I felt a flicker of irritation, dismissing the document as one of her dramatic stunts. She’d done this before, threatening to leave when things got rough– holding everything over my head. But she never followed through. Still, something about the scene felt different. I tossed the papers back on the table, noticing the glint of metal beside them. Her wedding ring. My breath hitched as I picked it up, turning it over in my hand. Despite all of the falsities of our marriage, Aria had never taken that ring off in the time we’d been together. Not once. A strange feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. Could she really mean it this time? Could she really want a divorce? I shook my head, refusing to believe it.
This was just another one of her games. She would come back, and things would go back to normal. They always did. But as I stood there, staring at the ring in my hand, doubt began to creep in. What if this time was different? What if she really was done? I pulled out my phone, leaving her a voicemail. “Aria, stop this and come home.” Something made my words catch in my throat. “You’re still my wife.” There was more emotion in my voice than I’d meant. I hung up, my eyes lingering on the empty house around me. But the silence was heavy, almost oppressive. And for the first time, I felt a twinge of fear that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t coming back.