How Many Biological Kids Does Carrie Underwood Have?

Adam William. J. Hunt is one of the most successful business man in his city district. At the young age of 24 he was crowned the richest man in the city, now 36 he's one of the richest men in the world. Adam here is engaged to the "it" woman of his day. Vanessa Cortwell, a reknowned model and a woman of poise and gracefulness. Together they are the star couple. The richest tycoon and the hottest model. Things are just oh-so-perfect and their pouplarity covers most, if not all the "happening" magazines. Adam and Vanessa had both came to the same conclusions that having kids was bothersome. So marriage, yes. Kids, no. That was how their fate was going to be. But life shakes Adam up when in just one day, five different kids show up at his door step and guess what? They're there to stay. But no. Adam wanting to protect his image, legacy and engagement wants the kids to go. But now the question is.... Will they?

For eight years in a marriage devoid of light, I had abortions five times. Every time, Sam would grip my hand when I woke up, his eyes red, and promise to find the best doctors to help me recover. After the third miscarriage, he finally hired a team of top-tier nutritionists, ensuring that every single meal was planned perfectly. He always comforted me, "Don't worry, Penny. We're still young, so we can have another baby!" When I found out I was pregnant again, snowflakes were dancing outside my window. I wrapped my fur coat tightly around my body and rushed to the company, only to hear Wren's furious voice outside the VIP suite, "Are you insane? Those five babies were your own flesh and blood!" Sam replied coldly, "Nicole needs specimen for her experiments. All I'm doing is providing her with the materials she needs." His words dug into my heart like icy spikes, and I could even hear my own bones cracking. "As for Penelope…" He chuckled. "Do you think that our marriage certificate is the real deal?" Snowflakes stung my face like needles, and I finally found out the truth about our marriage. From the very beginning, I was nothing more than a living test subject for the woman he truly loved. Sam was right. Those unborn children never even had legal identities, and were worth less than a piece of paper, just like my so-called marriage. Glass shattered from inside the room, and I could hear Wren cursing, but I turned and walked towards the elevator. Since Sam's priority was Nicole and nothing else, I was hell-bent on making him pay the price.

Damien Kings, the richest billionaire in the whole of Florida USA, he is known for his wealth and cuteness, he is also the country's sweetheart. He is also a single father with three kids: Kathy Kings: The first child, seven years of age, rude to ladies most especially those who get close to her dad and pretty though. Freddie Kings: The second child, five years of age, cute and handsome just like his dad and also a foodie. Flora Kings: The last child, three years of age, cute little angel, pretty and her mother died immediately after giving birth to her. The three don't want to see a lady with their dad, every nanny that comes to take care of them either get fired or resigns by themselves due to the children's mischievous act. But accidentally Damien meets with a lady and the lady eventually becomes their nanny. Who is she? Sylvia Jones, cute, nice, gorgeous, a true definition of beauty. She lives with her mum, Mrs Jones and she has a best friend named Rachel. She just lost her job and is looking for another one when she got an offer of being Damien's kids nanny and seeing she has got no job accepted the offer. What will happen when she gets to the house? How is she going to cope with the children? Will they like her? Or Will she get fired or resign like the others? All this question will be answered if you ride with me on this journey.

"Ms. Harris, you're already six months pregnant. The baby is fully formed... Are you sure you want to go through with the abortion? The hospital strongly advises against it." The doctor said hesitatingly. Phoebe Harris instinctively placed a hand over her swollen belly. Six months. The child had grown inside her, from something no bigger than a grain of rice to the size it was now. They say a mother and her child share an unspoken bond, and she could feel it too. If she weren't utterly broken inside, what mother would ever have the heart to give up her baby who was about to enter the world? After a silence that seemed to stretch on forever, Phoebe took a deep breath. Then, with a resolve that left no room for doubt, she said, "I'm sure."

"It's over between us, honey." I said to Clyde, flinging the divorce papers at him. You don't want to be the bad guy, am I right? Well now, you don't have to worry about who the bad guy is." He watched the papers flutter to the floor, dumfounded. They assumed she was still in a coma and so wouldn't see them. Even if she wasn't, this wouldn't be the first time her dear husband would kiss another woman in her presence. She saw nothing. But the slurps and moans woke her from the state of coma. The raptures and gasps had kept her from resting, and their shivers of pleasure caused a tear to drop from her eye. She collapsed making lunch for him. But here he was, making out with a woman she considered to be her best friend. All she could think of was revenge, and she knew who was perfect for the job. Not only was she going to get back at him, she was going to show her true identity now. She comes out of the hospital with his twins inside of her and left him alone with the realization that his life was about to change forever. Whisked away to a different world, Everleigh finds love in the arms of Clyde's arch nemesis. Love, hate, betrayal, resentment, envy and secret babies. It all started with one good kiss on the wrong lips, and a lot of lies to the wrong ears.

After sharing a passionate night with the most hated Alpha in the kingdom, Sabrina never expected to see him again. But three weeks later, she’s summoned to his Pack. When she arrives, the Alpha glares at her with disdain and declares, “I’m pregnant. Take responsibility.” * * * Asher couldn’t care less about the rumors surrounding him. Ruthless and unrelenting, he has expanded his territories through bloodshed, leaving a trail of death and destruction in his wake. For his sins, the Moon Goddess cursed him—stripping him of his status and forcing him to the lowest rank of his kind: an Omega. Now, after an unfortunate one-night stand with a female Alpha, Asher finds himself facing an even greater nightmare. He is pregnant.