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Anderson's Mansion Manhattan, New York, US. 7 AM "You're pregnant…" Mikael muttered with difficulty. He looked up and stared at her with pain—as if the fact he had just concluded hurt so badly that it choked him. "You're pregnant... but you killed him." Claire wasn't really sure what she was doing. Even if it was faint, she could see a glint of happiness in Mikael's eyes when he found out about her pregnancy—as if Mikael had expected all of that.

ANTHONY’S POV The blonde man’s chiseled face only jerked once. The quick flick of his thick blonde eyebrows shot up as if registering surprise before the impassive mask fell back over his dashingly handsome features. “And now…now she's pregnant too Michael. Carla Winehouse Reagent is fucking pregnant for me and I don't know what the FUCK I'm going to do when Elena eventually finds out,” I gushed, and the weight that had been pressing down into my shoulders seemed to lighten a bit before I watched Michael squeeze his eyes shut, pushing away from me to curse expeditiously at the universe.

“He’s so perfect, even with everything. I just… are you mad?” “We talked about it. About your fears and your family history. But no, I’m not mad. I would love to plant a vanilla baby in your belly.” He smiled at her before kissing her. Michael whimpered in his sleep. “Get over it, buddy, I like kissing your mom.” “Not to rush you two, but I have at least one pretty that I could impregnate.” Molly said with a grin. “Gross, dad.” Priscilla said as she snuggled up against him.

In the heat of the moment, they made love, forgetting about the consequences. As graduation day approached, James and Michaela were both filled with a sense of excitement and anticipation. They were both graduating with honors and had plans to move to New York City together to pursue their dreams. However, a few months after graduation, Michaela found out that she was pregnant. She was scared and unsure of what to do, but she didn't tell James. She didn't want to burden him with the responsibility of being a father so soon after graduation. She decided to keep the news to herself and prepare to raise the child on her own.

So much for ball party, I don't want to know what happened though. I didn't want to call Chantel because I knew very well that I will bring up my pregnancy one way or another, and that she will get to know it. I just have to let things be the way they are now. I am so happy for Chantel, and at the same time sad for her. "Don't tell me that you are still thinking about that Kaiden's fiancèe again", Micheal walked in bare bodied with his broad shoulders swaying from side to side, holding a dumbbell in his right hand. He just said my mind out loud.

L A N A I fisted my hands so tight as Emory and I watched the news, where a picture of Elle and Mikhail appeared. My Mikhail. A small, but noticeable bump was visible on her stomach, and the reporter had confirmed the rumors, which had been floating around in the media recently. She was pregnant for Mikhail. The anger that boiled within me, made it hard to control myself. I felt sick. My body shook, as I watched the picture of Mikhail and Elle appear again.

Three years later, Michael heard the word ‘scumbag’ coming out of her mouth. His heart pricked with pain and he almost could not control his emotions. “Christina, I never had an affair. There was nothing between Serena Garcia and me. I’ve never done anything wrong to you!” “Do you take me for a fool?” Christina smiled coldly. Serena Garcia was pregnant with a child, and the pregnancy test sheet had Michael Larson’s signature on it. Did he really think that she was blind and deaf?

Andrew demanded, his gaze shifting between them. Isabelle opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Michael spoke. “It’s about Clara,” he said. “She’s in trouble, Andrew. And it’s my fault.” Andrew’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve got five seconds to explain before I throw you out of my house.” Michael took a step forward. “Clara’s pregnant. And she’s being blackmailed. I don’t know all the details yet, but I’m trying to fix it.” The color drained from Andrew’s face. “Pregnant? Blackmailed? What the hell is going on?”

"Oh, spare me the wounded act! You had Jessica to warm your bed, didn't you? And when she was exposed for the scheming bitch she is, I'm sure you had no shortage of willing replacements!" His eyes darkened. "That's not fair, and you know it." "Not fair?" I stepped closer, jabbing a finger into his chest. "You want to talk about *fair*? I left with nothing, Michael. *Nothing*. Your family made sure of that. I was pregnant with your children and living off Samantha's charity while you were in your penthouse playing the wronged husband!" "I didn't know you were pregnant!" he roared, finally losing his composure. "How could I possibly have known?"

Her hand was trembling with a theatrical grace as she placed a thick medical envelope on the mahogany table directly in front of Michael. “I can’t keep this a secret anymore,” she had sobbed, her eyes darting toward Zander with a terrifying, calculated mix of feigned shame and predatory triumph. “Michael, I’m pregnant. It happened the night of the Founders’ Gala… the night Zander and I were left alone at the hotel while the rest of the board was at the after-party. I thought I could handle it alone, but for the sake of the Blackwood bloodline, I had to speak.”