Born Trump

You’re pregnant, President Jay. Jay looked at the doctor, blinked once, then laughed. “You must be joking, right?” But the doctor wasn’t joking. And neither was the second opinion. Or the third. Because somehow, impossibly, Jayden J. Hale America’s most powerful bachelor and the next in line to the Hale empire was carrying a baby. And not just any baby. The baby of a stranger he can’t forget… A man whose name he doesn’t even know… And the man who shows up at his surprise engagement party as his future brother-in-law.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

Got Heartbroken and hit the club to calm her mind. She meets a loner like her, and they pretty much drink themselves into a stupor in celebration of their numerous heartbreaks. Moments started from a drinking partner to an unforgettable bedmate, which led to her unwanted pregnancy. A few months later, she disappeared after realizing her memorable encounter with the stranger… Lucky to be on her side, A billionaire family wanted a surrogate Mother, and she manipulated the doctor to help her get signed since she couldn't keep up with pregnancy trauma, and not just one but quadruplets. What happens after some years of thinking she had finally settled up with life and its lovely luck when she bumps into the billionaire younger brother and the greatest enemy, who happens to be the same man she had a one-night stand with years ago?

After dying suddenly from overwork, I found myself transmigrated into the life of a fake heiress who had been cast out of her wealthy family. While the real heiress reclaimed the life that had once been mine, I decided to leave the drama behind. Armed with my savings, I embraced a carefree lifestyle, swapping boyfriends every three days and living for the moment. Then, two months later, life hit me with a curveball—I discovered I was pregnant. The problem? I had no idea who the father was. With no choice, I approached the three powerful CEOs I had been involved with, each more arrogant and competitive than the last. What followed was a 10-billion-dollar bet by each of the three over who the father might be, with me caught in the middle. "I bet the baby belongs to all three of you," I teased, only for them to roll their eyes and dismiss me as ridiculous. Even so, when I gave birth to triplets, their argument outside the delivery room went viral, sending the internet into a frenzy and turning my life—and theirs—into a spectacle.

Ariella was told she could never have children— a lie carefully bought and paid for by her own husband. But one fatal fertility mix-up leaves her carrying triplets… children that were never meant to be hers. Their father is a man she’s never met— a ruthless billionaire who doesn’t lose what belongs to him. And now he wants everything. The babies. The truth. And the woman carrying his legacy. He vows to claim her heart too.

Lily had a one-night stand with a strange man. She thought it was a bad dream, but a month later, she was pregnant! "Get out! Your ugly deeds have brought shame on the family!" Her father's cruel slap landed her in the face and she was thrown out of the house. Five years later, when she took her son to the supermarket shopping, a man in black stole her child, she wanted to call the police, but her son was held in the arms of a handsome man, suddenly appeared on TV! "Hello, everyone! This is my son! And the future heir to the throne!" "The man said to all the media. Lily froze! Little did she know that the bastard who got her pregnant was the president, and the president with billions of dollars!