Novels by Nobathembu

We didn't even make it to the car.My phone was buzzing. Mrs. Potts' phone was buzzing. Even Luciano's phone — the billionaire who never looks at his phone — was buzzing."Ma'am," the driver whispered, holding the door of the black Bentley, "You might want to see this."He showed me his TikTok. For You Page.First video: Me. On City Hall steps. In a cut crop top wedding dress. Belly out. Luciano kneeling, kissing my stretch marks.Caption: *Billionaire surgeon MARRIES his chubby nanny in CROP TOP wedding dress??*2.1M views. Posted 14 minutes ago.Second video: Same moment, different angle. Someone zoomed on Luciano's hands on my soft waist.Caption: He looks OBSESSED with her belly 😭 where can I find one?1.8M views.Third video: Lily shouting "Mamma pretty! Belly!" 900K views.I wanted to throw the phone. "Luciano, tell them to delete! I look—""You look like my wife," he cut me, taking the phone from the driver and turning it off. His voice was cold, that CEO voice he uses for bo

The City Hall clerk stared at me like I was lost."Mrs. De Luca?" he said, looking at my dress. Or what was left of it.I wasn't wearing white. Not really. I was wearing what Luciano did to a white dress after Fifth Avenue tried to shame me.He cut it.Yesterday, the boutique lady looked at my belly and said, "We don't have your size, dear. Maybe try Mothercare?" Luciano didn't speak. He took the scissors from her hand, cut the tight mermaid skirt right under my boobs, and turned a $20,000 shaming gown into a crop top wedding dress.Now my belly — my soft, stretch-marked, size 16 belly — was out in City Hall. My high-waisted white skirt hugged my thighs. My crop top showed everything they told me to hide.And Luciano De Luca, billionaire surgeon who never smiles, was looking at me like I was the whole wedding."You sure about the dress, Bambina?" Mrs. Potts whispered, holding Lily's hand.I was shaking. "I look ridiculous. A chubby bride at City Hall in a crop top."Luciano heard. He

The marriage contract was on his desk.One page. Expensive paper that cost more than my mom's rent. One page that would make me a billionaire's wife.I, Luciano De Luca, take Isabella Reyes as my wife, my queen, my forever. All my assets, my name, my daughter, my house — hers. Condition: She never wears a coat to hide her belly again. She never hides her size 16 body from me.He had already signed, big angry possessive signature at the bottom. Black ink, deep.Vanessa and her lawyer were gone — police told them "This is a civil family matter, ma'am, and the child verbally said she wants Isabella and is scared of you. Please leave the penthouse." Vanessa left crying, looking at my belly.Now it was just us. Me in the cut wedding dress — belly out, thick thighs out, crown necklace shining — him in suit, Lily asleep upstairs finally after eating ten macarons."Sign, my queen," he whispered, pen in hand, standing behind me, his hard chest to my soft back, his big hand on my soft bare bell

"All these dresses are for skinny girls," the boutique lady whispered, looking at me.Fifth Avenue bridal shop. White, cold, skinny mannequins. Everything smelled like expensive perfume and judgment.Luciano had closed the whole store for us. Just us. He stood behind me in his black billionaire suit, hand on my soft waist. Lily was eating pink macarons in a tiny velvet chair, kicking her little legs."I wear size 16," I said, holding my soft belly, ashamed again. My voice small. Bronx girl in a Fifth Avenue world.Luciano heard my small voice and his hand tightened on my waist.He looked at the boutique lady, voice death cold, the surgeon voice that makes nurses shake."Then bring size 16. And if you whisper about my queen again, I will buy this store and fire you. Do you understand?"She ran. Literally ran to the back.She brought 10 dresses. All white, all trying to hide — hide belly, hide thighs, hide arms. All trying to make me look like someone I am not.I tried one — mermaid, ti

I woke up with a flash.Not sunlight — camera flash."MRS. POTTS!"Mrs. Potts stood at my door, phone out, grinning like she won the lottery."Oh don't mind me, darlings! Just documenting history! Mr. De Luca actually slept 8 hours for the first time since 2021! And not alone!"Luciano groaned, pulling my soft body tighter into his chest, his hand still on my belly under his shirt."Mrs. Potts, delete that," he growled, half asleep, shirtless, hair messy."Delete? I already sent it to your mother in Milan, your board, and the family group chat! Caption: FINALLY! And Lily already replied with 10 heart emojis!"I sat up, his shirt riding up my thick thighs, mortified."Mrs. Potts! I'm— I'm his nanny!""Darling, nannies don't sleep on their boss's chest with his hand on their belly. Queens do. And you, my size 16 queen, are finally acting like one."She left, cackling.Luciano looked at me, eyes soft, dangerous."You slept. All night. On me.""I did," I whispered. "You didn't... you just

House rule number three: You don't lock your door at night.I locked it for six nights.On the seventh night, I didn't.I don't know why. Maybe because of the hospital. Maybe because he defended me in front of 30 nurses. Maybe because when he came out of surgery, he looked so tired and still covered Lily and me with his jacket like we were fragile.Maybe because I was falling for my billionaire boss and fake was killing me.At 11 PM, Lily was asleep in her room, snoring softly. The penthouse was silent. Fifth Avenue lights came through my curtains.I wore his white shirt again — the one from morning. No crop top. Just his shirt, barely covering my thick thighs. My chubby legs bare. My hair down. No makeup. The crown necklace still on.I left my door open two inches.At 11:13, it creaked.Luciano.He was in sweatpants, shirtless. No billionaire suit. Just a man. Abs, chest tattoo, shoulders that could carry a city. Hair wet from shower."You didn't lock it," he said, voice hoarse."You

I didn't sleep. Shared room but no sleep.Mattress on floor, but not opposite room anymore. In Luke's room. First time in 24 chapters. His hand on my bump all night. Lila kicking. Three kicks at 2 AM. Warning kicks.Luke woke every time. "W watching?" he whispered.I nodded. Photo of half-painted pink crib still on my phone. Background Lion's Head Private Hospital. Same hospital as today.Nandy knocked at 6 AM. Not queen knock. Grandma knock."Breakfast, Linda. Before scan. Salmon and milk. Protein is love."Three plates again. Not two. One for me, one for Luke, one for her. 15 weeks 5 days today. Tomorrow officially 16 weeks but scan early.I wore new white maternity dress. R8k stretchy from Cavendish. Not R35k red dress on chair. Red dress stays for court. Today is white. Loose. Bump bigger. Hard now.Luke wore black shirt. No suit. First time no suit in 24 chapters. He said, "Today I'm not billionaire. Today I'm dad."Gold crib in corner of our shared room. Pink dress inside. For L

Gold crib full gold now.No more half painted. Luke painted last corner last night. Full gold.Floor mattress moved. My mattress not in opposite room anymore. My mattress in Luke room. First time in 23 chapters we share one room.Same red dress R35k still on chair. I don't wear it today. I wear white dress. R12k cotton. Loose. Bump bigger. 15 weeks and 4 days. Not flat.Nandy knocks. Soft knock. Not queen knock."Breakfast, Linda," she says. "Salmon and milk."Three plates. Not two. One for me, one for Luke, one for her. First breakfast together in 23 chapters.She holds small box. White box."For Lila," she says. "Before gender reveal."I open. Pink dress. Tiny. Newborn size. White lace.Tag: For Lila Long - 16 weeks - From Grandma Nandy - Long first.Tears come. Same pink dress from photo yesterday. Now real."Thank you," I whisper. "Grandma Nandy."She smiles. White teeth. Soft face. Not cold anymore. "I bought it at Cavendish. White shop. For white granddaughter."We eat salmon. P

Empty safe.Dust outline where paper was.My phone buzzes. Photo of guardianship paper. Nandy signature forged. Baby Long-Cranston name. 50M clause. 34 weeks rule.Caption: "See you at birth, Long."Lila kicks three times. Hard. Warning.I hold my bump. 15 weeks exactly. Yesterday we counted 10 fingers. Today someone wants to steal her future.Luke takes my phone. He zooms the photo. Lawyer stamp at bottom. Whitcombe & Stone Attorneys."Nandy, did you sign this?" Luke asks.Nandy shakes her head. Tears now. Real tears. "Never. I swear on my mother's grave. I only signed the 50M trust for Long first at 33 weeks. Not this."She opens her own safe. Not mansion safe. Her bedroom safe. Small. Old.She pulls out real trust. Original. 50M trust. Signed 8 weeks ago. Long first at 33 weeks. Not 34 weeks. Lawyer James Whitcombe signature real."This is real one," she says. "Guardianship paper is fake."Luke calls lawyer. James Whitcombe. Loudspeaker. White Afrikaans accent."Mr Whitcombe, photo

Pink crib painted half gold, half white. Floor mattresses still on the floor. Opposite rooms. Door open between us. The R500k diamond ring is still inside the salmon bowl from last night. I did not touch it. Luke did not touch it. We just stared at it after I bled. 14 weeks yesterday. I bled on the white sheets. I thought I lost her. My hand went to my stomach and I cried. Then she kicked. One kick. Small. Like a promise that Long first will win. Now 15 weeks exactly. One day later. Blood spot gone from the white sheets. I checked three times this morning. I lifted the sheets. I checked the floor. Gone. I wear the same red dress from yesterday. R35k tight dress but still loose at 15 weeks. My bump is bigger than yesterday. Not flat anymore. Small but real. My hand never leaves it. Luke cooks salmon again in the same pan. Same protein. He says protein is love not power. He learned that from me. No ring inside the salmon today. The R500k ring is on my bedside table. I told him y

14 weeks exactly. One week after kitchen proposal ring inside salmon protein R500k diamond, small bump bigger 14 weeks not 13, HCG 110k, heartbeat 160 Lila Long-Cranston Long first girl, pink crib painted, pink shoes small, R30k red dress tight now R35k new size tight bigger because bump bigger, ring salmon diamond R500k on finger, trust 50M Lila girl's, Vanelly 0% arrested? No, not yet arrested — banned final but final attack today. Bed rest 7 weeks countdown to 20 weeks anatomy scan started after Vanelly final curse _LILA WILL DIE AT 20 WEEKS ANATOMY LIKE NANDY MISCARRIAGE_ third curse posted in Wives Group 200 wives reported screenshot but algorithm still shows because viral. So white sheets only, no runway, no Billionaire Club image, no glass table, only small bump bigger salmon protein daily, warm gel Dr. Patel only, floor mattresses queen and CEO again voluntary after 42 days done, because curse not done. I woke 5 AM ironing R35k new size tight bump bigger once, Nandy

13 weeks exactly. Lila Long-Cranston, Long first, girl, bump small but bigger than 12 weeks, HCG 80k now 95k, heartbeat 160, pink crib painted, R30k red dress tight yesterday court bump real not pillow, Vanelly banned final 0% trust but final curse _GIRL LILA WILL DIE AT 20 WEEKS ANATOMY LIKE NANDY MISCARRIAGE_ still in Wives Group 200 wives reported but screenshot saved. I woke 5 AM not ironing red dress, ironing new pink dress small size for Lila crib doll once, Nandy ironed twice 5:15 AM, white dress pink sash still because girl, not queen, mother. "Eat, Long first, for Lila 13 weeks, for proposal anniversary," Nandy whispered, hand on small bump bigger 13 weeks over white sheets, holding salmon protein and small bump cream and pink dress doll now bigger size. Proposal anniversary? I forgot — 13 weeks ago today Luke took me on 14th floor glass desk Zara red dress R499 ripped virgin bled, left, I bled three times for Long name, heartbeat 110 to 160, flat stomach to small bump,