All Chapters of MAKE ME PREGNANT (ENGLISH VER): Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Atarah Klyte Point of View”My granddaughter is truly beautiful,” Dad said happily, smiling sweetly at Ate Akisha’s daughter.I glanced at Akeila, my niece, who was sitting between her parents, busy eating slices of fruit. Dad was right. My niece was an incredibly beautiful child. But honestly, I wasn’t surprised. My sister had always been stunning. She’s a famous model, and even after having a daughter, her body is still d*mn perfect.Her husband is ridiculously handsome too—a half-Canadian model who also happens to be one of the richest business tycoons in the world.And do you want to know something ironic?The father of the child I was just admiring my niece… is my ex.Or more accurately, my “ex-fiancé”Amazing, right? Fate really does have a twisted sense of humor. But should I really blame fate when there was a snake involved in the first place?Curious about how it happened? Well, it’s exactly like the stories you read in books or watch in melodramatic TV shows. My oh-so-saintl

Atarah KlyteMy heart pounded violently in my chest as I stared blankly into space. The face of the handsome doctor I had spent a reckless night with kept replaying in my mind.Fate really had a twisted sense of humor.Who would have thought that the man I had a one-night stand with was actually a doctor? And worse—he turned out to be the same "Rare” everyone had been talking about, the newly deployed Doctor at the hospital where I worked.Great.He must never recognize me. I couldn't let that happen. The thought alone made my stomach twist in embarrassment.Oh girl, the thought of me looking so desperate for him makes me want to disappear out of embarrassment.Luckily, I still had two weeks left before I had to return to work. Two weeks of peace—two weeks where I could avoid seeing him.But what would happen after that?What was I supposed to do then?Maybe I should just avoid him until he goes back to Paris. But is that even possible? The hospital may be big, but I’m scared that th

Atarah Klyte “BUT how?” Akisha asked.Why does she even want to know? She’s way too curious. What is this—jealousy? Tss.“Ask her,” Rare replied with a teasing grin.Ugh! I hated that grin of his. It irritated me so much.But I can’t deny that He’s so Hot!“Gotta go. Just tell Daddy for me. I’m feeling dizzy,” I said to Ate Akisha instead, completely ignoring her question.From the corner of my eye, I noticed Rare raise one eyebrow, but I pretended not to see it and hurried away. Before I could get too far, though, I heard him speak again.“I’m an exchange doctor currently working at St. Calisha, where your sister also works, and she happens to be a close friend of mine.”What? He knows me because we’re “close”? And wait—oh my God! Did he recognize me from the hospital? He mentioned St. Calisha!I shook my head and practically ran out from the hotel. Once outside, I headed straight to the parking lot.I hurriedly rummaged through my bag for my car keys. The moment I found them, I sud

Atarah KlyteI stared blankly at my cup, absentmindedly stirring the coffee I had just made. I still couldn't move on from what happened yesterday. The audacity of him—Rare was such an asshole.I wasn't pregnant, and yet he still managed to ruin my chance at being happy. Damn him. He was nothing but a tease.What I couldn't understand was this—he used protection, he knew I wasn't pregnant... so why was he acting like he was chasing after some imaginary baby? Why was he suddenly so caring toward me? I wasn't assuming anything—but it was real. I felt it.Was he playing with me? Does He know at the first place that I'm his EX's girlfriend sister.He even had the nerve to say things like "this isn't the right time, baby," as if there would ever be a next time. As if I'd still want him to get me pregnant. Well, he was dead wrong. The nerve of that man. He wasted the chances I gave him. Fine—I'll just find another sperm donor.He was useless anyway. He got what he wanted from my body and ga

Atarah KlyteCONCIOUSNESS came back to me slowly—like fragments of light breaking through an endless void.My eyelids fluttered open, heavy and reluctant, as though even the simple act of seeing required effort. The first thing that greeted me was a stark, unfamiliar white ceiling—cold, sterile, and painfully bright.For a few seconds, I simply stared at it, unmoving.Then the scent reached me.Antiseptic. Clean. Clinical.A hospital.Reality settled over me like a weight pressing against my chest.I shifted my gaze, scanning the room with quiet desperation, silently hoping, perhaps foolishly—that someone would be there. That I wasn’t alone.But the room remained empty.Silent. Unforgivingly so. I’m alone. Why do I expect?I tried to move. Pain erupted instantly, sharp and merciless, tearing through my body like a violent reminder that I was, in fact, still alive.A strained sound escaped my lips as I winced, my fingers gripping the thin hospital sheets.Slowly, my eyes dropped to my