Pregnant And Spoiled By The Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

Someone stepped forward and pleaded for me, “Miss, the girl is pregnant. You’re going to kill the baby if you keep kicking her! Please, murder is a crime!” Amora smiled wickedly. “It’s just a fetus, anyway. I have more than enough money to get away with it!” “Just because you have money doesn’t mean you can go around hurting people all you want! What’s the point of the law if people like you exist?” Amora's friends started to boast. “Amora is the daughter of the president of Goldhill Corporation. There’s nothing her father wouldn’t give her! Nobody in Kovic City can stop her from getting her way!”

“About how you deceived me? About how you’re engaged to another woman who’s the complete opposite of me?” I look at him, utterly heartbroken. It’s almost as if I can hear something inside me shattering into a million pieces. I can’t bring myself to tell him about the baby — I’m too afraid of how he’ll react. No. He can’t know. He mustn’t... what if he asks me to terminate the pregnancy? Or worse, what if he demands custody of the baby? No, that can’t happen... I can’t tell him. “You owe me no explanations. I’ll let your fiancée in now,” I say finally, turning away and leaving the room quickly before he can say another word. “Ms. Sidney? You can go in. Mr. Hart is ready for you.”

Pregnant. With Louis’s baby. I stumbled out of the clinic, barely feeling my feet against the pavement. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. Louis was marrying Vivienne. He had already made his choice. And now… now I was carrying his child. I thought of the Monte family,their ruthless world, their cold, calculated decisions. My child would never be anything more than a pawn to them. A mistake. Tears burned my eyes as I pressed a hand over my stomach.

Sometimes I threw up in the middle of a shift and had to pretend it was nothing. “Are you okay?” my manager asked one afternoon as I wiped down a table, pale and trembling. “Just hungry,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. “I’m okay.” But I wasn’t. I was exhausted. Frightened. Stretched thin in every possible way. But I kept going. I had to. I decided I wasn’t going to get rid of this child—just like Jackson wanted. I had to fight for this baby. I couldn’t imagine it. Just months ago, I had been a billionaire’s wife. I had servants at my beck and call, a driver, designer clothes, luxury.

she rasped. “I can’t pay you. You know I can’t.” “Your little husband is a billionaire. Billionaire,” she spelled it out. “You don’t get to tell me you don’t have that kind of money and be fucking him. What good is his dick or asshole, whichever one he’s giving you, if you’re not taking money from him.” “I can’t do this.” “Hey! I’m pregnant with your child. Test me and I’ll make you regret everything. I swear to God.”

She probably expected me to scream or faint, or both. “I...” I shook my head. “I don’t know.” Because how the hell was I supposed to feel? One moment I was finally pregnant after two soul-wrecking years of trying. And the next? My husband had betrayed me, my best friend had stabbed me in the back, and now I was apparently carrying the baby of a billionaire mafia heir who handed me a contract like it was a pizza menu. I forced myself to sit, my knees threatening to give out. I placed the envelope in my lap, still sealed, still too heavy for paper.

she said, scrutinizing me intensely as she brushed past me, walking out of the office and closing the door behind her. “She's gone now. So speak,” he said as he gestured towards the closed door. I stepped forward to him with raised shoulders. “You seriously don't recognize me? The woman you had a one-night stand with three weeks ago? The one you kissed like your life depended on it?” “Oh. I get it all now, so you are one of those women. Look, if you're here to fantasize or pretend we had something—” “Don't insult me,” I snapped at him. “I didn't come here to play games with you. I'm pregnant. With your child. That night between us. It was unforgettable to me.”

Deja says, “take this check, go and open a bank account, deposit this money inside your bank account, and this cash of fifty thousand nairas, before the check will be cleared” Deja says, and Dotun and Deja return to their house where they met grandmother backing the baby, and people were conguratulating them fot the birth of the new baby, people were rejoicing with them, and when they entered inside their bedroom, and Deja says, “I have cover your shame today, but please don't let this type of mistakes repeat itself, because what I have gone through on this pregnance financilly, please, don't near her again” Deja says,

I threw my bag aside, peeled off my clothes without thinking, and walked straight into the shower as if the water could wash away the entire last three days. I stood under the cold stream with my forehead pressed against the tiles, eyes closed, letting it hit my back again and again. I needed to calm down. Everything from the past three days kept replaying in my head like a cursed film I couldn't switch off, my husband, my best friend, that one stupid night, and now this. Pregnant. With a billionaire's child. An arrogant, insufferable one at that. A dry laugh left my lips under the spray. Could anyone possibly have a more ridiculous life than this?

CONFIRMED NEW. PREGNANT FOR MY CEO BOSS…. BEST BETRAYAL. Every sight had an outrageous title.