Getting My Sister Pregnant

Two years ago, Adrian Cole thought he had it all — success, money, and the woman he loved. Until Lena Rivers walked out of his life without warning, leaving nothing behind but heartbreak. Now he’s cold, ruthless, and focused only on his empire. Love? Dead. Feelings? Buried. But one rainy night, she comes back… Terrified. Desperate. And pregnant. She says the baby is his. But her story doesn’t add up — and the fear in her eyes tells a different tale. When Adrian takes her in, strange things start happening — secret files disappearing, anonymous threats, people following them through the shadows of New York City. As the danger deepens, Adrian discovers a hidden truth tied to his late father’s biotech empire — a truth that connects directly to Lena’s pregnancy. Love brought them together once. Secrets tore them apart. Now, their survival depends on the one thing they’ve both forgotten how to do — trust. But when lies turn deadly and the past refuses to stay buried, Adrian will have to decide: Is she the woman who betrayed him… or the only one who can save him? In a world where love is dangerous and truth can kill — their hearts might be the only thing worth fighting for.

Maria Hudson, a twenty three years old writer in New York. Jake Adrian Vance, twenty seven years old and One of the youngest Billionaire's in New York. It was just a one night stand, she wasn't supposed to get pregnant, but she did. I guess the stars did not align in her favour. ~~~~~ "When were you going to tell me, you are pregnant." Even though I have not heard him talk a lot of times I knew that voice. ~~~~~ "You are good with words, I will give you that. But I don't think I need to remind you that it's our unborn child binding us together and that does not mean we should be together together." "Why not?" He asked as he took the first bite of his cake. "Because." "'Because?" He promoted. "Because I am not attracted to you." I rolled my eyes at him. "You think?" "I know so." "Let's find out, shall we?" He smirked at me as he stared at me and then placed his plate of chocolate cake on a table.

I built them up. I gave them everything. And they destroyed me. I thought love meant sacrifice. I thought friendship meant loyalty. But I was wrong. I bankrolled my boyfriend, helping him rise from nothing, believing in his dreams. I took my best friend under my wing, giving her everything she never had. But while I was away, enjoying a much-needed girls' trip—the one she conveniently backed out of—they were busy betraying me in the worst way possible. I found out by accident. A simple call from his phone, meant to tell my best friend I was back, turned into the moment that shattered my world. "My baby." Those words on the screen made my stomach drop. And then I read more. "I’m just after her money. Once I get enough, I’ll leave her. I’m collecting from her and her father. I’ll use her and dump her." Every message felt like a dagger to my heart. The man I loved, the friend I trusted—they had been plotting against me all along. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. What do I do? Do I confront them? Do I scream? Do I fall apart? I want to wake up. I want this to be a nightmare. But it’s not. This is my reality. And I don’t know what happens next.

My mother has volunteered at our neighborhood church for over a decade. Christmas drives, Sunday service, any neighbor in trouble, she's the first one there. Everyone says God sent her to us. She thinks so too. She says God wants her to be generous, so she is. The thing is, when no one's watching, the generosity always comes out of my pocket. After she remarried, she doted on my half-sister Serena. Serena picked up a box of cold medicine for her, and Mom handed Serena the keys to my Tesla. Serena mentioned she needed to renew her car insurance, and Mom wired her the surgery fund I'd been saving for two years for my daughter Emma. That afternoon, Emma collapsed on the floor, lips turning blue, gasping for air. Her medicine was crushed into the carpet. Mom fished the last pill out of her pocket and dangled it in front of me. "Apologize to your sister, and I'll give Emma the pill." I got on my knees. But that same day, she gave away the cardiology appointment I'd spent three months getting. She gave it to Serena. What she didn't know was that the name on the appointment was her own.

Ana miller a strong willed and resilient young woman found herself in a difficult situation where she isn't able to pay for her mother's surgery. Then she met him " he's ruthless and powerful" Marcus blinge a powerful billionaire and Ceo who offers to help her pay for her mother's surgery, but... on one condition... she would sign a contract to become his lover. Ana found out she was pregnant. She decides to keep the pregnancy hidden because she's afraid Marcus will hurt her and the baby. Ana decides to resign to protect her baby but Marcus isn't making it easier for her the more Ana wants to quit the more Marcus wants her. Marcus is making things difficult for her she doesn't know if Marcus loves her or he's being possessive and just needs her to satisfy is sexual urge. Ana reconnects with Andrew Scott her childhood friend whom she lost contact with, this makes Marcus becomes jealous and possessive he feels Andrew wants to take what belongs to him. Andrew offers to get her a new job at his company because he feels Marcus is a toxic person and Ana shouldn't work or be with someone around him. But he doesn't know behind the boss and secretary relationship lies two sexually attracted lover's. Which makes it difficult for Ana to take Andrew's offer. Ana will also face challenges with her mother's devious behavior towards her and start questioning her existence. Only for her to find out her mother isn't are real mother no wonder she had suffered all through her life without her mother being there, But... Who is then are real mother? Will she accept her?.

"Cool," she said, targeting my lips again but I dragged backward till I met a wall. The look of unreadiness and confusion dispersed around my gaze the more I tried to hide them. "umm...can we really do this here? I mean it's a classroom" I chuckled reluctantly. She stared into my eyes and her face told a lot. I didn't want to be that person just yet, I still wanted to spend more time with her. "fine, if you're not in the mood" she turned to go away. I couldn't stop my arm from holding her and dragging her close to me. I wish I could let her walk away. ********************************************** I met Zara first and she wasn't a twin wolf I picked up to have fun with. She was a human I wanted to have fun with. Even though she was a kind girl with a glistening beauty, I knew I would break her heart. No, that's what I thought until started to feel something deeper. I abandoned my task from the Luna and spent the weeks with her, playing football with humans in Mexico. The minute I thought to correct that, her twin sister, Clara showed up and worsen the scenario. Unlike Zara, Clara is a wolf and... my mate.

"You stupid whore," Jasper snarls, fingers bruising my arms as he shakes me like trash. "Name the bastard who touched what's mine or I'll carve that filthy seed from your womb and make you watch it die." ---- One reckless night of freedom. A shadowed stranger's fangs at my throat and his thick cock splitting me open while he growls filthy promises: “Cum on this cock, you lying little virgin bitch. Squeeze me like the greedy cumdump you’ve always been. I’m gonna flood your womb so deep you’ll carry my seed while you swear forever to another man.” ---- And my perfect mafia wedding shatters at the altar. I collapse and wake up pregnant. Shame ignites bloodlust. Families roar “puttana sporca,” “troia incinta,” knives flashing, abortion demanded. My body becomes a battlefield.. flesh to gut, erase, and own. When all hope seemed lost, the door crashes open and the room freezes. Jasper drops to a bow, whispering, “Father.” The monster strides in: Dax Blackthorne, untouchable werewolf alpha, empire-killer. He squats beside me, inhales my scent, voice low and lethal and ask, “Why do I smell my pup in you?” I stare from the stranger… to my husband bowing low… and horror slams home. I’m carrying my father-in-law’s child. One drunken, savage knot had produced an impossible heir. In a blood-soaked empire of werewolf dominance, mafia wars, and taboo claims, a fragile human girl must harden into venom or be devoured by the men who believe her womb, her body, and her fate already belong to them. One filthy mistake. One forbidden pup. And now everything burns.

“How much do you need to get that petty baby of an excuse in your stomach out?” Kidnapped by the top richest man in the whole of New York, in exchange for her step sister’s life, Serina Stone had to enter a contract and loveless marriage with him— Nikolai Romano, who so desperately happens to be in dire need for an heir. Serina saw the contract marriage as a chance to be out of her stepmother's maltreatment. However, a change of fate occured when the billionaire got involved in a fatal accident. Though pregnant, he treated her like a piece of trash. What happens when Nikolai became cold-hearted to the point of demanding an abortion? Disgusted by the billionaire’s new character, Serina decided to escape from the hell of a marriage by filing divorce. Will Nikolai regain his memory and open his eyes to see he was doomed if Serina had aborted his only child? Will she return to the heartless billionaire who had treated her like a trash or fall into the arms of her new love interest?

Jess stared at the thing in-front of her wondering if her eyes were playing some sick joke on her. It couldn’t be, how had this happen? When had it happen? Enlightenment dawned on her as the color drained from her face, was life not cruel enough for her, now this, this sick joke that she was thrown into. Did it even make sense for her to notify the father? “Damnit”she cursed as a twisted laugh left her lips wasn’t it already enough that she would die soon. But now because the bitch called life wanted to toy with her some more she made her pregnant. And for whom?? Her laugh quickly turned into a sob. She was now pregnant for a slave no less.

My boyfriend suddenly posted something on his Instagram. [I’ve offered my body and soul to the country.] I was about to ask what he meant when he sent me a plane ticket to the northwest. He explained that the mission was confidential and that he could not be in contact with me during this time. Ten months passed. He was supposed to be away, but he came home unexpectedly and caught me at a prenatal checkup. When he saw my eight-month-pregnant belly, his face turned pale with anger. “I’ve been gone for ten months. How are you pregnant?” I shrugged and said, “Weren’t you supposed to be gone for three years? Why are you back after just ten months?”