Heartland Mallory Pregnant นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It had a fantastic silver color and it was spiral binded. Morgan Stanley was sent out of the kingdom by his evil stepmother two days after his father and mother were ruthless assassinated by his stepmother and her lover, Damian shakes an important official in the kingdom who was a close friend to the late king.. Morgan moved out of the palace leaving behind his four months pregnant wife, Scarlett in the mercy of his stepsisters who were bent on making Scarlett smell hell. Scarlett a slave from the neighboring village that Morgan fell helplessly inlove with, began nursing her big plans to reunite herself with the love of her life.

After a moment, hurried footsteps approached, and Harlan rushed with Mildred towards the direction of the ward. Seeing Ron sitting there, Mildred hurriedly asked, "What's going on? Where's Maggie?" Ron stubbed out his cigarette. "She's inside." "What exactly happened?" Mildred was on the verge of breaking down. Ron paused. "They said she had a miscarriage." "What?" Mildred's eyes widened, and she stepped forward, grabbing Ron's collar. "What are you saying? When did Maggie get pregnant? How could she suddenly have a miscarriage? Did you do this?"

Beatrice Hudson, the hostess, was professional. In this case, Mallory's scandal was more appealing. She rushed to ask me about the details. I had to tell her the whole story. Mallory once found a man, but let me take the blame. Her son, Zackary, beat me up and caused me a miscarriage. The live room instantly became a hit. "Beating his wife until she got a miscarriage? Is this something a man can do?"

His mouth began to spread in a smile. "Her son will be mine." "What! No!" The smile quickly disappeared. "Yes. Hailey is productive, she'll bear more." I insisted. "And Mia?" "Mia can't." "Why?" He frowned, a bit confused. "Well, she did a lot of abortion for me back then. Then she got pregnant for the first time for Jared and she wanted to keep it. Without her knowledge, I had drugs added to her meal and she passed out. I took her to a doctor in one of these local communities and had her womb wrecked so she can't have any child for him."

“Give her to me, you spineless creature! I swear I will bring you back from the dead and kill you all over again if you don’t! Give me the kid!” The whole scenario was, I don’t know what to make of it, actually. Mallory was screaming at a guy that was standing a couple of meters higher up than her in the burning building, holding what seemed to be a little girl tight to his chest, and not in a good protective way.

"You looked much better last night." "You’re flirting with me," I accused. "Yes," he murmured. "You now have got my interest, beautiful lady." My legs wobbled. Grayson caught me, his hands firm on my waist. "You can’t," I breathed. "I’m married, I can not betray Jimmy!" His expression darkened. "Him?" He scoffed, stepping back. "Think about it, Lilith. I’ll be waiting for your answer." With that, he turned and walked away.

Not the one from the night we met—the carefree, laughing version of her—but the woman I saw last night, fierce and terrified and brave all at once. She’s pregnant. With my child. I rubbed a hand over my face and sat up in bed, the silk sheets suddenly suffocating. I’d dealt with oil mergers worth billions, negotiated with ruthless executives, and walked into meetings where a single slip-up could cost me everything. And yet none of it prepared me for this. This wasn’t a deal I could walk away from. I didn’t want to walk away from it. The thought surprised me. Even as I moved through the motions of my morning—coffee, shower, silence—I couldn’t shake the image of her hand subconsciously resting

"Did you really think I'd stay away when I have such important news?" My stomach dropped. She turned to face the council, her hand still on Lucian, her smile growing wider. "My lords and ladies of the council," she announced, her voice ringing through the chamber. "I came here tonight to share wonderful news. Lucian and I are engaged to be married." The world tilted. "And," she continued, her ruby eyes flickering to me with triumph, "I'm pregnant with his child. The first pureblood heir to the Aion bloodline in three centuries."

A door slams shut. “No,” she says. Too fast. My heart pounds. “You lied.” “I didn’t.” Her voice is steady. “He’s not yours.” “Then whose is he?” I step closer before I can stop myself. “Because the timing—Nyra, we were married. when You disappeared, you were pregnant.” “That is none of your business.” “It is if he is my son. I have a right to know” She exhales slowly, like she’s choosing patience instead of violence.