All Chapters of Lies of a Pregnant Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Three years ago, Ethan Blackwood took off on a private helicopter, only for it to crash into the ocean under mysterious circumstances. Rescue teams scoured the sea for over two weeks, recovering little more than wreckage and a few crew members’ remains. With no sign of Ethan’s body in the vast waters, survival seemed impossible, and the Blackwood family reluctantly declared him dead. Unbelievably, on the day of the crash, a gravely injured Ethan was rescued by John and his daughter Anna, who were out fishing near a remote island. They brought him back to Amoi Island, a backward place with spotty communication and transportation, leaving news of his survival delayed for years.John settled Ethan into their home and called in a local healer to tend to him. Thankfully, Ethan’s robust health pulled him through after a month and a half of recovery. But his memory was gone—he couldn’t recall who he was and fell into a routine of helping out, practically becoming part of the family. John was

With a childhood rooted in a downright messy family, Sophia had no choice but to craft a backstory that could hold its own. Now, she passed as a polished rich girl from a top university, with parents—both a college professor and a doctor—settled overseas. Landing the CEO secretary gig was just her way of sharpening her skills, she claimed. Deep down, Sophia knew this modest pedigree wouldn’t cut it for climbing into high society. A truly lavish background was beyond her means to fake back then, and with the Blackwood family’s vast connections, any over-the-top lie risked being exposed. After mulling it over, she settled on this understated yet respectable cover story.Ethan flipped through the photos in his hands, feeling not a flicker of recognition. He spoke evenly, “So, you were my secretary, and we fell in love?”Sophia nodded eagerly. “Yeah, we grew close working together, but with our different worlds, we had to keep it under wraps.”He lifted his gaze, studying her face for wha

At the breakfast table.Sophia smiled softly. "Anna, did you sleep okay last night?"Anna glanced up, and there it was—a radiant, flawless face, skin smooth as porcelain. Even she, another woman, couldn't look away.How could anyone be this gorgeous?Her chest tightened, and she managed a stiff reply. "Thanks for asking, Sophia. I got by just fine."Truth was, after realizing how far her room was from Ethan's, she'd been too furious to sleep, cursing Sophia a few hundred times in her head.She knew the woman had done it on purpose.But she was the newcomer here, under their roof, so she couldn't let it show too much."Well, that's a relief." Sophia took a sip of her milk. "."Anna put on her best innocent face. "Oh, by the way, I heard you and Ethan haven't actually gotten around to the marriage certificate."Her expression was so wide-eyed and guileless, it was hard to imagine she meant anything by it.But Sophia was a pro at this game herself. No way she'd miss the girl's little jab

Anna stormed back to her room, flopping down hard on the sofa and grabbing a throw pillow to bury her face in it."Ah!"She just couldn't wrap her head around how far she'd fallen.After her dad passed, it had been her and Jack against the world, scraping by but feeling safe in their little bubble.Now she kicked herself for not listening to him.On his deathbed, he'd made her swear never to let Jack leave Sunset Island.Otherwise, she'd never hold onto him.But she'd been stubborn, convinced Jack would stick around no matter what.Talk about getting slapped by reality.The first time he set foot off the island, he was gone for good.Turned out he was Ethan Blackwood, heir to the family empire, with a whole life waiting for him.Sure, he and that woman weren't legally hitched, so technically not married, but they had a son together. Wedding bells were just a formality at this point.Man, if only she'd heeded her old man and stayed put on the island forever.Too late for regrets now.A

A Maybach eased into the Blackwood Plaza, pulling up at the SVIP entrance."Mrs. Blackwood, good morning."The mall manager hustled over right away, flanked by uniformed staff.Sophia gave a slight nod, handing off her Hermès Birkin to the attendant who stepped up.Anna had never seen anything like this, so she hung back half a step behind Sophia, feeling totally out of her element.Her outfit—maybe fifty bucks tops—stuck out like a sore thumb in all this opulence.The manager's eyes landed on Anna, a flicker of surprise crossing her face, but she snapped back to her polished smile in a heartbeat.The SVIP lounge door slid open without a sound.This three-hundred-square-foot haven was a private shopping salon, custom-built for the elite crowd.Anna's eyes went wide as saucers, her jaw practically on the floor as she gawked around.So this was how the rich shopped—no rubbing elbows with the regular folks.Sophia clocked her reaction, the corner of her mouth tipping up just a touch."Ev