Pregnant And Spoiled By The Billionaire Novels & Stories

"That bitch. How did she get pregnant?" Marcus’s brows lifted. “You didn’t know?” He got no reply. Only the sound of breathing. Marcus leaned against the desk. “It’s everywhere. Social media won’t stop talking about it.” His voice turned mocking. > The billionaire CEO obsessed with his pregnant wife. > Roman Sinclair spoils wife beyond reason. Marcus clicked his tongue. “Honestly… watching him act like some lovesick husband is sickening.” After a moment of silence, her voice again. “How far along?”

“No, Charlotte.” “I’m realistic.” “You know very well that child isn’t yours.” “Maybe.” “Maybe not.” “But here’s the funny thing,” Bruce continued. “It doesn’t really matter whose child it is.” “What are you talking about?” “I am clearly not capable of taking care of myself let alone of a child.” “And a billionaire just married you.” Bruce continued. “And now…“You’re pregnant.” “Which means we just hit the jackpot.” “We?” “Ohhh my bad, I just hit the jackpot.”

The worried voice came through, making Hailey frown. “What’s wrong? Everything okay?” “Do you have access to the TV? Check the news.” Hailey rose to her feet, went to the entertaining area of her office, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV. She switched in the station to the news and her heart fell at the headlines and the video that played on the screen. Painful tears welled her eyes. up It was boldly written on the headline that ‘Famous Billionaire, Cole Matthis, is being arrested for Assault and Attempted Murder against his pregnant Fiancee, Vanessa Summers.

"Don't do this! Don't throw me away like I'm nothing!" "But you are nothing," Viviana said with a cruel smile. "You've always been nothing. And now you have proof." Logan hauled me into the elevator, and the last thing I saw before the doors closed was Viviana kissing Lucian, her hand on her stomach, victory written across her face. The elevator descended, and I collapsed against the wall, sobbing. Pregnant. Homeless. Alone. And rejected by the father of my child. Logan dragged me to my tiny room and threw me inside. "Pack your shit. You have ten minutes."

“If I’m going to have a child, I want it to be with you, darling.” Camilla pressed a hand against her stomach with her mind screaming, ‘But I am already pregnant’. “You’d choose me over her?” the woman asked teasingly. “I already have,” Leandro said. “I’m just waiting for the right moment to stop pretending otherwise.” Behind the door, Camilla’s heart shattered piece by piece. “So while she waits for test results,” the woman said slowly, “you’re hoping I’ll give you what she couldn’t.” “Yes, darling…” She heard him answer without hesitation. “I don’t expect anything from her anymore.”

“What do you mean by ‘the one’?” My cheek burned, I couldn't bring myself to say it. But I had to. No way I could figure things out on my own. “The one… from that night,” my voice cracked and I facepalmed myself. Stella paused. Stood with her hands on her waist. Paced in the room for a few seconds. Then paused again “No.” I nodded. Her eyes widened. “No way.” “You’re telling me the billionaire museum man is the rogue?” I buried my face in my hands.

Outside, rain tapped at the windows, soft and patient, as if the night had all the time in the world. “My daughter,” Mrs Hale said at last. “She was ill. Very ill. Lady Vivienne paid for the hospital, the specialists, the treatment. More money than I could have found if I had worked three lifetimes.” She looked at Elena then, ashamed and pleading. “After that, there was always one more favour. One more signature. One more door left unlocked.” Elena did not want pity. Pity made betrayal harder to hold. “Did you know I was pregnant?” she asked.

"Alright!" After giving her some advice, he instructed one of the shop assistants to take good care of her. After that, they parted ways. She changed into her clothes once she was done eating and resting. As soon as she walked out of the changing room, she saw several shop assistants gathered in front of a TV screen. She walked towards them. “Wicked Scandal: The daughter of Wilson Construction, who just announced bankruptcy, is suspected of stealing money from her marriage and is being prosecuted. She is currently released on bail, pending a court date for trial!”

Letta quickly turned on the tap, causing the sound of water to ripple through the room. "I'll wait outside," Desi said, seeming to understand that Letta was inside. Letta could only hold back her sobs. For some reason, even though their marriage had just taken place a few hours ago, Letta was already enduring this pain. Had Marco planned to confine her in this grand palace all along? Was it intentional, not just for the safety of the fetus and herself, but part of his plan from the beginning? Would Marco eventually snatch this baby from her too, Letta wondered, until she could only sit on the cold floor. The gown she had been wearing only made Letta feel even more suffocated. She released th