Polyandry True Stories Novels & Stories

In my past life, no matter how many times I tested Yulian and Mason’s hair, the DNA results were always the same. I had agreed to do another paternity test a week later, but that was only to buy some time. I had to find solid evidence during that time. Otherwise, I would only be repeating the mistakes of my past life. During the days I was at the hospital with Yulian, the online chatter never stopped. The public loved a story about an affair, after all. Many clickbait accounts ran pieces about sexually transmitted diseases and their dangers. People online kept attacking me. [Today, I saw this sick woman at the hospital. She is full of disease and still trying to seduce men! She jumps on any

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper as he watched, and soon he turned up the volume. The creator on the video was narrating a story: “A man and his wife tried for years to conceive and finally had twins. He was overjoyed and treated his wife like a queen. But on the day the twins were born, he discovered their blood types didn’t match his or his wife’s. Suspicious, he secretly did a paternity test. The twins were biologically his wife’s but had no relation to him. After digging deeper, he learned the real reason they hadn’t conceived for years—he had a medical issue. It turned out his wife had been cheating, and he was raising another man’s kids.”

Husband? “We were married for some time but due to a few misunderstandings we took some time off to straighten our feelings. But I’m back this time for good. I love my husband, and I want him back. We were married and didn’t get a divorce so whatever you have with him just be fake cause polygamy is against the law. That’s how I know you were contracted to be a baby machine and once you deliver my husband’s baby he’ll be handed to me- his real wife and the child's legal guardian and performative mother. You can’t fool me because you’re a fake. A baby machine that’s all.” She walks past me into the house rolling her box upstairs while I watch her till she disappears from view. Embarrassment en

Sienna stared at Andre like she was seeing a stranger. This wasn't the perfect, rich husband she had built up in her head. I let out a cold laugh at the screen. Andre hadn't changed a bit. His temper was just the same. In his royal family, marriages between close relatives were so frequent that birth defects and inherited illnesses became common. Andre had XYY syndrome, but years of palace training had taught him to keep it under control. While Sienna was pregnant, he wouldn't risk harming the baby.

"Fely, why are you slandering Lea again? Was it for fear of losing the competition?" "Mr. Dalton, do you admit everything that Ms. Lea earlier?" "Ms. Fely, you bought fake accounts to spread slander about Ms. Amarin?" "Fely, how many times has this happened? You still have no regrets after your fake pregnancy and miscarriage cases?" "Mrs. Nyla, when your husband was still alive, did he also know you had an affair and had a child with Mr. Dalton?" "Do you enjoy torturing Ms. Lea when she was still living with you?"

“Because if what you mean is me being a hybrid, there was very little accomplishing on my part, and a lot of me twiddling my not-yet-existent thumbs as morulation and blastulation happened.” Irene must be getting tired of the family humor, because her lips purse, but she continues, “It’s an interesting story. When Fiona became pregnant, she maintained that the baby was Constantine’s. At the time . . . there were a lot of women in his life. He was a hardworking man, often in need of rest and comfort. Fiona was one of many who saw to that, and Constantine was a reasonable leader who didn’t demand exclusivity. But Fiona was loyal. No one could picture her another, and no one else would admit to

The tracker was one of her booty calls and every little detail in the kidnap was of her doing, down to the police officials too. Mama Peters, Aunty herself was sleeping with her boss, they had an office affair that was quite serious and half of the time she claimed she was visiting uncle, she was actually with him. Information had it that he was really loaded. Papa Peter's had a complicated fertility issue and his three kids were born by insemination. Apparently, he had a wife who couldn't bear kids for him and Aunty was his mistress who later became something serious. They aren't legally married.

He had let his imperious grandmother beg her to enter a marriage under false pretenses, preying on her sense of obligation while faking infertility and quietly drugging her morning tea and meals to prevent her from ever carrying a child of her own. He had brought his biological son into her home, letting her pour every ounce of her maternal soul into raising Zane while pretending to be a generous husband magnanimously allowing an adoption. And all the while, millions of dollars were quietly flowing out of his supposedly "collapsed" corporate business to build a lavish second life with Olivia and their three legitimate children. The cruel absurdity of the staged "research facility" was the fi

Once in her study, her fingers flew over the keyboard as she pulled up all the information she could find on the Powell family. Then, she dug into the details of Fawn’s arranged marriage. The man she was supposed to marry was a real estate tycoon, nearly sixty years old, who had already outlived three wives. Officially, they had all died of illness, but Maria discovered that each one had actually died from abuse. The tycoon had a twisted hobby—he enjoyed "sharing" women with his son. The old man from last night was none other than the real estate tycoon. Fawn wouldn’t surrender easily—she would try everything to escape this marriage.

“You’re insane.” “As a second wife,” his father continued. “It will strengthen our position. Zara’s mother gets access, we gain protection, and you keep your precious Valeria.” Massimo’s laugh died instantly. His eyes turned lethal. “You want me to do what?” “You heard me.” Massimo shook his head slowly. “You really are fucking sick.” “Polygamy has existed in this family for generations…” “I am not your generation,” Massimo snapped. “I am not you.”