Why Does The Author Title It Hatched: How Nine Little Chicks Cracked My Shell?

My husband came home on our anniversary with my best friend on his arm and divorce papers in his hand. He told the world I cheated. He took my name, and left me sleeping on the. streets with a secret I hadn't told anyone — his baby growing inside me. I had nothing. Until a great-aunt I barely knew left me a vineyard, an estate, and a second chance I didn't ask for. I was finally building something. A business. A life. A future for my child. What I didn't know was that I was surrounded by more enemies. The new man I was falling for had been sent to find me. And the man who divorced me was now fighting to get me back — because I had become the one thing he couldn't beat.

"How dare you?" Zack rages on, staring intensely at me, "How dare you bring back a bastard and try to call it mine! You have got some nerve coming here to tell me you're pregnant" "Zack please, it's not like that. The doctor said it was a mist.." I didn't even get to finish my sentence before he interrupted me midway. "...If it was a damn mistake like you claim then why did you even bother to come back in the first place. Why didn't you get rid of it?" My eyes widen at his words as more tears continued to trickle down my cheek. Did he just said to get rid of it? Just like that? ** After trying to conceive for her mate for so long, twenty two year old Meghan dream of becoming a mother come to pass when her doctor announced she was pregnant. Meghan joy was short lived when she was told her pregnancy was not for her mate. Meghan thought that was the worst thing that could ever happen to her until she broke the news to her mate only to get rejected and thrown out of his life. Broken, unmated and Oregon, Meghan is left to fend for herself far away from everyone else, leaving her painful past behind. Six year down the line, Meghan is now living her best life with her twins babies and as a well sort after lawyer but soon enough, duty came calling and she is forced to return home where she would not only face her past once again but get a second chance at love again.

The day that was supposed to be her happiest turned out to be her worst nightmare. The man that she had dedicated her life to, turned out to the complete opposite of her expectation.On the eve of her wedding day, she learned that she was just a pawn in the man's game of raising to power. The man she had been proud to call her future husband did not love her one bit. She was supposed to smile and pretend that everything was okay when in real sense, her heart was bleeding to the extent that she could not breath.Having been framed by her husband's mistress for killing her unborn child, Ella was forced to leave the city or face life imprisonment. But after starting her life over, she realized that she was pregnant, because on their wedding night, the man who hated her had actually gone to her room and made love to her.***Five years, Ella returns with her five babies, ready to take on the world. But she never imagined that her little babies had a mission of their own, until a a man she thought she would never seen again stood in front of her and said; "Thank you for the cute babies darling, now, will you marry me?"

I LEFT BROKEN AND FAT, I CAME BACK HIS BOSS WITH TRIPLETS Fourteen months, three weeks, four days. That is how long Emma Carson has been married to a man who barely looks at her. She has learned to zip her own dresses, eat dinners alone, and stand slightly behind her husband at every event. Being overlooked teaches you to listen extremely well. What she has not learned is what Liam Carson planned two weeks before the wedding. Six months. Marry her cleanly. End it cleanly. Return to the woman he actually wanted. But Liam serves the divorce over coffee like he is cancelling a subscription, sends Emma away with nothing but her dignity, and never asks the one question that would have changed everything. He never asks if she is carrying his child. She is. Three of them. Eighteen months later, Emma Carson does not exist anymore. Emma Bellamy does. She runs Bellamy Inc, one of Europe's fastest-rising companies. She answers to no one. She raises three brilliant, chaotic, grey-eyed children in a Paris apartment that smells like lavender and possibility. Nobody in her industry knows who she used to be. Until Carson Holdings submits a meeting request. She declines it. Then another. When Liam finally flies to Paris himself, Emma sits at the head of her own boardroom table and tells him to call her Ms. Bellamy. He thought he was closing a business deal. He has no idea what he is walking into. He wants the merger. He will have to earn everything else. The company. The forgiveness. The three small children with his eyes who have never been told his name. Some women fall apart. Emma Bellamy built an empire.

The day I discovered I was carrying octuplets, I worried myself sick over how I would make ends meet. Then, my husband, the Lord Regent, had his divorce decree delivered to my door. "10,000 gold pieces in exchange for your departure from the capital." I stared at it for a moment, then broke into the widest grin of my life. "Well, this certainly solves my problem!" I tucked the gold pieces and the divorce papers into my cloak, unable to keep the smile off my face. I walked out of the capital without so much as a backward glance. Word later spread through every high society circle that the ever-composed Lord Regent had gone mad, turning the kingdom inside out to find the ex-wife who had left with his fortune and eight unborn children.

On the day I received my prenatal test results, I heard a voice from inside my belly—my unborn child speaking to me. 'Mom, Dad will divorce you as soon as you give birth to me. His true love can't have children. That's why he married you. You're just a tool to give birth. Once I'm born, he'll divorce you, take me away, and go live happily ever after with her.' I believed every word. Without hesitation, I chose divorce. For nine months, I focused on carrying the pregnancy, planning to raise the child on my own. But on the day I went into labor, something went terribly wrong. The doctor said the baby was premature, and the position was dangerously abnormal. "The baby keeps flipping around inside you," she said. "It's like it's deliberately putting you through hell." Eight hours of emergency treatment accomplished nothing. In the end, it was a difficult labor—both mother and child died. As my consciousness faded, I heard that voice again. 'Haha. Dad never cheated at all. I lied to you.' Why would a child lie? I couldn't understand it, not even at the moment of death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day I first received the prenatal test report.