Lady Dimitrescu Pregnant Novels & Stories

Somewhere inside the mansion of Davis Mansion, two women are talking about something while they stay near the staircase of the main house. There was nobody around them to witness what will happen next nor to hear what they are talking about. "You know what Mari, Liam never loves you. He is only taking responsibility for you since he got you pregnant. Auntie and Uncle are just pretending to be nice to you so I think it is time for you to wake up and stop being so delusional of having what is mine" said the blond hair lady named Elizabeth.

The physician protested as he came towards me and tried to hold my hand. “Let go!” I hissed at him icily. He should be grateful I didn’t take his job for this carelessness. “She’s pregnant!” He exclaimed. What is he saying what does that have to do with anything? “What are you talking about? Who’s pregnant? Nikkini?” I asked him in annoyance as I returned to flinging the excess bedding. “NO. The Queen of Queens!” The physician exclaimed exasperated. What? She’s pregnant? Daciana is pregnant!

I rushed downstairs thinking that something had happened anyway, but I found that Monica was at the door of the mansion with a ruckus. "Get out of my house, Monica! I didn't fire you because you told me that you understood everything and that you needed the job, but now I see that you don't, so you'd better go!" shouted Demetrio in the direction of the little woman who was causing me so much trouble. I just stood there and listened as she threw a paper at him with a furrowed brow. "That was before I knew I was pregnant, we're going to have a child, and I want you to take care of it, Demetrio Laurenti."

Layla felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her, and she struggled to free herself from Scarlet's grip. "Let go of me!" she demanded, her voice shaking with anger and fear. "You have no right to do this." Scarlet smirked, her grip on Layla's hand tightening. "Oh, but I do," she said, her voice sickly sweet. "I have every right to make you pay for what you've done." "You're crazy!" Layla yelled, fighting to keep her composure. "Oh yes, I am. Now watch me display my craziness.." "You see this lady over here. Her name is Layla. Most of you might know her. She's the president's secretary. As you can see, she's pregnant.." she said in a loud voice and the people around began to murmur.

Valerie The suite was quiet in the hours after the parking garage, the children finally asleep, the city lights glowing faintly beyond the windows. Dimitri and I sat across from each other in the living room, the weight of everything unspoken pressing down on us both. "I need to tell you something," I said. "Something I should have told you the night you found me." Dimitri looked up, his expression wary. "What is it?" "Before I ran, I overheard a conversation. In the infirmary, the morning after the healer confirmed the pregnancy."

Her beautiful hazel eyes glistens with tears when she looks up at me. “Mara stabbed herself.” I don’t expect it. She sniffs in her tears and clutches my suit tighter. “She’s been pregnant with Jonah’s child for two months now. She wanted to announce it today, but when she told Jonah he turned her away.” Mel breaks into tears again, burying her head into her hands. “She’s my sister Dimitrio. I’m married to Jonah. Why would they do something like that to me?” “Is there anything you want me to do for you? Just say the word.”

"What the hell is going on, Toby?" "I got your message." "When you failed to show up in London, I figured something serious had happened." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "There has been" I paused, "a development." and the silence stretched. "It looks like the two of you are going to be uncles." Neither of them spoke. Finally, Theron broke the silence. "You're certain the baby is yours?" I grimaced, "She is five months pregnant." "Five months ago, I was the only man sharing her bed."

So fast, they had just finished eating at ten o'clock and talked for a bit, it was already half past twelve. Daisy said a little embarrassedly: “We just finished eating, have you eaten yet so I can tell the chef to bring the food up?” “No need, Mr. Leighton and I just finished eating.” Mr. Drkov said tiredly. Daisy asked again: “How is Winifred?” “She had a miscarriage, her body is very weak, and she probably won’t be able to get pregnant again.” Mr. Drkov sighed and said. Daisy was surprised, Atlas was indifferent, and this matter had nothing to do with him.

There was no time for games when his family’s lives were at stake. He would be damned if what happened in Palermo repeated itself. Ͼ Ͼ Ͼ Amaranthe paces the bedroom floor. She had yet to tell Anya about her pregnancy news. Dimitri accompanied her to the gynecologist this morning and it revealed she was 12 weeks along. Dimitri cried when he saw the bean and listened to the heartbeat. Michael was on as her security detail again. It seems her husband was not taking any chances this time around. Clearing her throat, she opens her laptop and video calls Anya. The latter picks up on the third ring.

“And to answer your question, yes, she certainly satisfies us perfectly. You could learn from her if you’re looking to improve.” My head whipped toward Cygnus and I raised a brow. ‘What do you mean by that? Did something happen between you two?!’ He cleared his throat again, and my irritation surged. “We should get going… I’m sure Lady Andromeda still needs to rest, especially now that she’s expecting,” said Lord Dagim. “Well, I heard she is pregnant. Are you sure that child is even yours?” Safiye said with a laugh.