Pregnancy Expansion Porn

I was six months pregnant when my husband's childhood sweetheart showed up on Christmas Eve, pregnant too, demanding her place in his life. Smiling, I welcomed her in. "Come on in. Make yourself at home." In my previous life, I had forced my husband to kick Shirley out. She collapsed from low blood sugar and froze to death that very Christmas Eve. Matthew did not hold it against me. On the contrary, he softened, stayed by my side and took care of me while I waited to give birth. However, when the baby came, despite being an obstetrician himself, Matthew sent our healthy newborn son straight to the morgue. I begged him desperately, but his face was twisted with hatred. "If you hadn't been so petty and dramatic, Shirley wouldn't have died along with her baby!" "You're heartbroken over your son? Then go freeze to death too. Pay for Shirley’s life with your own life." Just like that, I opened my eyes again, back to the moment Shirley arrived on Christmas Eve.

Quand l’amour frappe à la porte, peut-on vraiment oublier la douleur ? Cassandra Bellamy, brillante et richissime héritière au cœur blessé, a tourné le dos à l’amour depuis qu’une trahison a laissé en elle des cicatrices profondes. Forte, indépendante, mais secrètement vulnérable, elle consacre sa vie à réussir... jusqu’au jour où le destin la confronte à Nolan Cruz, un inconnu aussi séduisant qu’énigmatique, son regard intense. Sa voix rauque. Sa façon de lui parler comme si elle était la seule femme au monde. Avec lui, chaque geste devient une caresse, chaque silence une invitation. Mais Nolan, lui aussi, cache ses cicatrices. Et entre eux, le désir monte, lentement… dangereusement. Entre eux, l’attirance est immédiate, brûlante, mais aucun des deux n’est prêt à se livrer. Entre silences, blessures anciennes et passions incontrôlables, ils vont devoir choisir : se protéger ou se laisser guérir par l’autre. Dans ce jeu de peaux et de confidences, ils vont s’apprivoiser, se dévoiler, s’effleurer... jusqu’à ce que leurs blessures s’ouvrent à nouveau — pour peut-être mieux guérir. Et si l’amour naissait justement là où ça faisait mal ? Dans ce voyage entre douleur et désir, les cœurs marqués oseront-ils s’aimer à nouveau… ?

Ewan, un loup-garou maudit, vit en exil, hanté par une rage incontrôlable à chaque pleine lune. Nyx, une panthère mystique, veille sur l’équilibre des bois. Une nuit, elle s’interpose entre lui et un innocent, mais au lieu d’un affrontement, un lien étrange se tisse entre eux. Intrigué, Ewan accepte son aide pour apprivoiser sa bête. Nuit après nuit, ils courent ensemble, unissant ombre et lumière. Ainsi naît la légende du loup et de la panthère, mais est-ce l’homme qui apprivoise la bête ou l’inverse ?

On the day I was declared pregnant, I ran into my husband in the ob-gyn. He was with his long-lost love for a prenatal checkup. "I'm not going home tonight. As you can see, I have business to attend to," Lawrence said quietly as he left with an arm wrapped around Melissa. I fell silent and booked an abortion surgery. Everyone around us thought I was a simp for Lawrence. They thought I wouldn't leave, no matter how badly he mistreated me. He had the same thought. No one knew that I only married him to repay a debt. That debt was now repaid. Ten years was up, and I could finally end this abominable marriage.

I was nine months along and ready to give birth, but my husband, Sean Conner, had me locked in the basement storage room and told me to hold the baby in. He said it was because his late brother’s wife, Quinn Faber, was also due today. Years ago, Sean and his brother had agreed that the first child born to the Conners would be raised as the heir and inherit the family inheritance. “Quinn’s baby must come first,” Sean said as if it were nothing. “She lost her husband and has nothing. You already have my love. It’s only right that the inheritance goes to her child.” The pain from the contractions folded me over, and I cried, begging him to take me to the hospital. He wiped my tears with a dangerously calm voice. “Stop the act,” he snapped. “I always knew you didn’t love me. All you care about is money and status. You forced labor to happen early so you could steal my nephew’s place… How can you be so cruel?” White-faced and shaking, I managed to whisper, “I can’t control when a baby comes. It’s a coincidence. I swear I don’t care about the inheritance. I love you!” He let out a cold laugh. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have pushed Quinn to sign that contract relinquishing her child’s inheritance. Fine. Once she has her baby, I’ll come back for you. After all, the child in your belly is my blood.” Sean stayed outside Quinn’s delivery room. Only after the newborn arrived did he remember me. He ordered his secretary to take me to the hospital, but the secretary’s voice trembled as he said. “Madam… and the baby… They’re both gone…” At that moment, Sean lost his mind.

My husband, Julian Sutton, is busy with work on the day of my prenatal checkup. His childhood sweetheart, Vera Levine, with whom he's been amorous for years, offers to drive me. On the way there, she suddenly swerves and rams into the back of a truck. The car is flattened. Julian is a doctor in the emergency room, but I don't call him. Instead, I dial 911 and wait for assistance. Why? I called him in my past life, and he took me to the hospital. Our child was saved, but Vera died due to significant blood loss. Julian claimed not to blame me and even arranged for me to stay in a private hospital ward. But on the day I was discharged, he dragged me to Vera's grave and stabbed me. I lost the child and was on the verge of death as I stared into his bloodshot eyes. They were filled with unbridled hatred as he snarled, "Vera wouldn't have died if you hadn't grabbed the wheel! Don't think I'll believe you just because you're acting innocent! An eye for an eye—I want you to die for her, but only after experiencing the pain she felt in a hundredfold!" He twisted the blade and stabbed me repeatedly. My blood splattered on Vera's gravestone, dying it red. When I open my eyes again, I find that I've been taken back to the scene of the accident.

My child-free husband went back to his hometown for a funeral, and after he returned, he suddenly wanted me to have a baby. He was one of the best obgyns in the state, so he handled my IVF procedure himself. After more than 160 hormone shots, we finally heard the baby’s rhythmic heartbeats for the first time, which made my usually calm husband tear up. Soon, he tightened every part of my routine, from a strict diet to my schedule, and once my belly started showing, he barely let me get out of bed. I thought he was just being overly protective. But then, right by my ear, I heard a nasty little boy’s voice. [Which player starts their mission inside the womb? And she’s not even my mom!] [Just four more months. My dad will make sure she dies on the operating table so he can keep only his son.] [After that, he’ll bring my real mom back, and my mission will be complete!] I canceled my afternoon checkup immediately as soon as I heard this. Did the system forget to tell him that he wasn’t the only player in this world?

Carl Larson's intern is about to die, and her only wish is for him to sleep with her once. I disagree, and he says I'm petty. "It's just a one-time thing. She's about to die! Why do you have to assume I'm up to something dirty?" Is that so? I've seen them together more than once, though. I later agree, and he's relieved… until he sees me lying on his operation table for an abortion. He widens his eyes in disbelief. "What are you doing here?" I smile. I want him to murder his child. I want him to regret this for life.

SIENNE À JAMAIS Mélissa, jeune femme plongée dans un univers de peur et de contrôle, se retrouve sous l’autorité de Hug , après que sa mère ait scellé un pacte désespéré. Entre oppression, règles strictes et mystères autour de sa protection, elle découvre un homme à la fois impitoyable et protecteur. En observant la vie publique de Hug et sa relation avec Claire, Mélissa tente de comprendre ses véritables intentions et le rôle qu’elle joue dans son monde. Saura-t-elle percer les secrets de Hug et retrouver sa liberté ?

Connor Lockwood abandons me at the hospital's entrance even though I'm bleeding in the middle of my pregnancy. He insists on sending his client, a divorcée, home. The blood flows down my legs, but he hurries off without another look back. He should've been at the hospital and by my side, but instead, I see him in his client's social media update. It's captioned, "Thank goodness for my wonderful lawyer. Do you know who gets to have hangover soup when they're drunk? Me!" I spend the rest of the night wide awake. The following morning, I calmly dial a number. "Dad, I've made up my mind. I'll return home in three days to take over the company."