Romans & histoires Accidental Pregnancy: My Ceo Husband Bought My Innocence

My heart’s pounding, and not because of the near-death experience. I make a valiant effort to concentrate at my screen, but my purse is squatting there like a grenade. I can’t ignore it anymore. I sneak to the bathroom, lock myself in a stall and pull out another test that I grabbed at a drugstore on the way here. It is torture to wait, each second like a wire sliding against a raw nerve. My legs collapse when the second plus sign comes up. I collapse, sliding down the wall with the cold tile keeping me centered and the truth settling over me more weightily than I can ever remember. I’m pregnant. With a stranger’s baby. And if that someone is Liam Knight, the cocky one-night stand I can’t ke

And the moment she saw the screen— Her stomach dropped. Headlines. Articles. Photos. Her. Adrian. Last night. Holding hands. Standing close. Looking— Too real. “Kingsley Marriage in Trouble?” “Business Alliance or Personal Scandal?” “Insiders Question Stability of Carter-Kingsley Partnership” Her grip tightened. “This… this just came out?” she asked. Daniel nodded. “Early this morning. It’s everywhere.” Of course it was. Because Lena didn’t make quiet moves. She made damage.

He had initially planned to wait at least a year before starting a family, but with the potential dangers and Sandra's confession, he was relieved that they hadn't used protection, as Maeve had encouraged. "I need to talk to my wife about this." The doctor nodded understandingly and excused herself, but before Gabriel could say anything, Maeve spoke up. "Gab, I want to go through with it." Maeve didn't want to miss the opportunity to experience the changes of pregnancy, knowing that she only had one chance. However, Gabriel was apprehensive about the potential dangers involved, not wanting to witness her fall into depression if things didn't go as planned. "Maeve, even if we can't have a bio

I asked, with a thread of voice. However, I did not need her to answer. I knew that she had sedated me and injected me with that man's semen. I could feel the slight burning sensation between my legs caused by the syringe's invasion. My body looked unbelievably different, and I was pretty sure I was pregnant, although it was too soon to tell. Holy shit! I could not even imagine a more bizarre fate than being a virgin and being pregnant by a complete stranger. Really, the Creator was in a bad mood when he traced my paths in life.

For what I thought, I really did marry a billionaire and I accidentally Married to a billionaire and it's not just an ordinary billionaire but one who has many connection himself. Kahit na sabihin natin na fake ang kasal sa mata ng tao ngayon ay totoo ang mga nangyari. I can't just take this an easy situation because everything was involved. I don't want my personal life to be affected, especially to my family. I landed my helicopter to the rooftop of my mall, when my helicopter just reach the ground I saw my worker coming from my direction. They'll bow their heads. I slowly remove my helmets and the stuffs I wear. I smile when they approach me and help me remove them.

“The marriage to Claire. It wasn’t love. Not even close. It was a business deal. Family pressure, old money, boardroom bullshit dressed up pretty for the photos. Sebastian didn’t choose her. They put him there when they made him think he had no other options left.” Something sharp and hot stabbed through my chest. I thought about that cold bathroom floor, the pregnancy test shaking in my hands, and that stupid bright joy that had filled me up thinking “he’s going to be so happy”. I swallowed hard, the memory burning like acid. “He had options,” I said, voice rough. “He had me.”

"You're not joking. You're pregnant? How come?" "I think it's that drunken night with..." "That strange guy. Hm." He completed for me. "B-but you've f-forgiven me, right? We c-can raise this child as our own, right?" He said nothing. Only stood and stared pointedly at me. I gulped, wondering what he was thinking in this moment. "Cheating is not enough, Hailey. You had to get pregnant?" "P-please, don't say it like that. I still don't remember how it happened. I-I'm s-sorry." I bit my lower lip hard and blinked my eyes equally hard to keep from crying.

I never planned to use the baby like that, but it came at a time when I thought I was about to be erased from existence. “I’m sorry, baby.” I gently rubbed my belly, my heart heavy with sadness. The pregnancy was an accident. That day, I had finally agreed to divorce Shawn Pierce. Maybe he was too happy or it was the alcohol, but he mistook me for Cindy Lawrence, and he forced himself on me. The next morning, when Cindy found us together, she ran out in tears. I didn’t see Shawn again for the next six months, and naturally, the divorce was put on hold.

And she wondered for how long his extra-marital affairs must have gone on. Haley had struggled to conceive. The doctors had called it "fallopian tube disorder," a medical condition in which the female ovaries usually fell out of place. But Haley kept hoping that fortune would one day smile in her favor. And about six months ago, the doctor broke the miraculous news after conducting a series of tests. Haley was pregnant. The happiest thing she had heard in a long time. But the happiness was short-lived when, after coming back home, she fell face down to the floor after a heated argument with her husband, now ex. Haley lost the baby. And Ethan was left to comfort her the whole time. But it was

Five years married to Don Victor. 999 needles later, I was finally pregnant. But the baby wasn't mine. It belonged to his mistress, Julia. An hour ago, I was flying home from the hospital, the positive report clutched in my hand. It was Christmas Day. My husband, Don Victor, was about to get the surprise of his life. I reached his office. The heavy bass of a song pulsed from under the door. Then I heard his laugh—the sound that used to own my heart.