Bl Pregnancy

"ผมหมดความอดทนเเล้วนะครับ ถ้าอาไม่ยอมคบกับผม ผมจะบอกพ่อว่าอากับผมเคยได้กันมาแล้ว"

“ภัท ภากร พงศ์ธนกิจ ตำแหน่งเจ้าหน้าที่เร่งรัดหนี้สิน น้องใหม่ไฟแรงปิดเคสได้ทุกเคส ผลงานติดตามทวงหนี้สามเดือนที่ผ่านมาอยู่ในเกณฑ์ดี แถมยังเป็นที่รักของเพื่อนร่วมงาน ฟังดูน่าสนใจดีหนิ”

จุดเริ่มต้นของทุกอย่างเริ่มมาจากการที่นิลจะต้องไปทำน้ำมันพราบในป่าช้า กลายเป็นจุดเริ่มต้นของการพบกันอีกครั้งของเขาสองคนที่เคยเป็นเพื่อนกันมาก่อน แต่สถานะเปลี่ยนไปคนหนึ่งเป็นหมอผีที่จะเข้ามาทำน้ำมันพรายในป่าช้า อีกคนกลายเป็นสัปเหร่อที่นอนเฝ้าอยู่ในป่าช้า

ยุคสมัยที่การแต่งงานเพื่อเชื่อมสัมพันธไมตรีไม่จำกัดอยู่เพียงหญิงชาย เพศเดียวกันก็สามารถแต่งงานกันได้ถ้าผลประโยชน์ต้องกัน ฟ่านลู่อีถูกแต่งตั้งเป็นองค์ชายไปแต่งงานกับอ๋องต่างแคว้นเพื่อเป็นบรรณาการของการสงบศึก กับอ๋องที่ได้ชื่อว่าโหดเหี้ยมที่สุดในแผ่นดิน! เนื้อเรื่องไม่มีอะไรแปลกใหม่ค่ะ เดินเรื่องแบบสูตรสำเร็จพระเอกนายเอกเก่งเทพ

เขาแค่ตั้งใจมาพักใจ ไม่ได้ตั้งใจจะตกใคร แต่สายตา ความเอ็นดู และการเดินเคียงข้างกันทุกวัน กลับทำให้หัวใจของใครบางคนไม่ปลอดภัย จากคนแปลกหน้า กลายเป็นคนที่ไม่อยากให้หายไป ระวังให้ดี... เพราะการตกหลุมรักครั้งนี้ อาจเริ่มขึ้นก่อนที่ใครจะรู้ตัว

The night before I was supposed to marry the heir to the Moretti family, I found a string of ninety-nine filthy texts on my fiancé Leo’s phone. A woman named Ava Collins, telling him she loved him. Shameless. Desperate. She was begging him to call off our wedding, threatening to kill herself if he went through with it. I didn’t waste a second. I shoved the phone in his face and demanded an explanation. The silence stretched for an eternity before he finally broke. “Her brother was Liam. My underboss. He took a bullet for me. My bullet. I promised him I’d look after her.” "Jennifer, we grew up together. You know it’s you. It’s always been you. I swear, I’ll handle it. I’ll cut her off." I searched his eyes, hunting for the lie. I swallowed the acid in my throat and chose to believe him. The wedding was on. This was bigger than us. It was a treaty signed in blood between two families. And God help me, I still loved him. But on our wedding day, as we stood at the altar, vows on our lips, Leo got the call. It was her. Ava. On a bridge, threatening to jump. Demanding he come. Now. The diamond ring, a breath away from my finger, clattered to the stone floor of the church. Not a word. Not a single explanation. He just left. Left me, our families, our future... left me standing alone at the altar. Through a blur of tears, I screamed after him, "Leo, if you walk out that door, we are done!" His only reply, tossed over his shoulder, “She needs me.” He never looked back. Carrying his child, I vanished from his world and never looked back.

My boyfriend, Nick, has finally returned after a decade-long battle in the south. I'm overjoyed when he tells me he'll marry me and make me his Luna. At that moment, I feel like I've finally found my home. But after getting pregnant, I accidentally come across a treasure trove of videos of him and my best friend, Sherry, in bed together. His journal also details his love for her. I log in to his extra WhatsApp account. Sherry has already blocked his number, but he still sends her messages of love—confession videos, words, and voice messages. I head to the hospital for a prenatal checkup. That's where I see My Alpha, Nick, getting on one knee before Sherry with a bouquet in one hand and his family heirloom—a moonstone necklace—in the other. He proposes to her. "I gave up on my dream to conquer the southern packs to return and see you, Sherry. I only have one goal—to marry you! Our child can't be without a father, and I'll mark you once you say yes! I'll make you my Luna!" he says. I turn away and make an appointment for an abortion. Then, I leave. Unexpectedly, he abandons Sherry and their child to come after me like a madman.

"Take off your clothes. Spread your legs." "...What? Why?" The voice cut through the silence, and my heart seized. I instinctively covered my stomach. It was the first anniversary of my marriage to Alessandro, the Don of the Santoro family. I was pregnant and had wanted to surprise him. But his secretary, Liliana, had blindfolded me and brought me to this unfamiliar place. "Donna, stop playing the victim. Seducing men is your specialty, isn't it?" "Tonight, in this underground auction house, you are the final item on the block." A chill shot down my spine, and my voice trembled. "Are you insane? I'm the Donna of the Santoro family! I'm carrying his heir! Alessandro will kill you..." Liliana scoffed and ripped off my blindfold. Blinding lights bore down on me. I squinted, and gradually, a man sitting in the VIP section came into view... It was Alessandro! I stared in disbelief as he slowly extinguished the cigar in his hand. "Pregnant? Whose bastard are you carrying?" "It's yours!" I cried out. "Liar!" He raised his hand, and a report was tossed at my feet. The bold letters "PROBABILITY OF PATERNITY: 0%" burned my eyes. He came closer and gripped my chin. "Liliana was right. Women like you are rotten to the core." "My love was never enough to satisfy your greed." "And I, Alessandro, will never raise another man's bastard." Later, he finally learned the child was his. For the first time, the man who was always so composed, arrogant, and in control knelt before me, his voice trembling. "Celeste, I'm begging you... even if you can't forgive me, please, let me make it up to you." But I felt nothing for him anymore.

On the day of the SAT exam, my girlfriend’s childhood friend, Benedict Casper, forgot his admission ticket at home. She insisted on retrieving it for him, but I begged her not to go. In the end, Benedict missed his final chance for taking the exam and, overwhelmed by despair, he jumped to his death. Years later, my girlfriend, Ella Simpson, and I graduated from Whitmore Institute of Technology, landed high-paying jobs, and built a picture-perfect marriage. But on the anniversary of Benedict’s death, she stabbed me repeatedly, her voice trembling with rage, “You killed him. If I’d gotten his admission ticket, he would’ve never jumped.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the exams. Ella’s frantic voice rang in my ears, “I have to go back, Dominic. I need to get Benedict’s ticket!” This time, I smiled and said, “Go ahead. Be careful on the way.”

After I was falsely accused of being a third wheel by a fake heiress, she hired a group of people to corner me in the delivery room under the pretense of giving me an intervention. "How dare you, a shameless mistress, hope to secure a place with your child!" "Today, I'm going to make sure that b*stard in your belly is gone for good. Let's see if you dare get into my man's bed again." The group blocked the delivery room door, their faces twisted with malice as they refused to let the doctors deliver my baby. I begged them to let me go, but they only laughed cruelly and forced me down in front of a camera while I struggled through labor. They forcefully pulled the baby out of my belly and killed him right in front of me. I clung to my child's lifeless body, sobbing hysterically, while they posted my miserable state online with the caption, 'This is what happens to mistresses.' Later, I exposed her fake heiress status and revealed the dirty secrets of her and those people who were allegedly giving me an intervention online. Relentlessly attacked by netizens until she had nowhere left to turn, she ended up begging me for forgiveness. I pointed to the edge of the rooftop and said, "Jump, and I'll forgive you."