Pregnant And Spoiled By The Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

She whispered in a comforting tone. Joan didn’t really have anyone through her years, it meant a lot that she had Majorie now. - “And i keep telling Leonardo to cut down on his sugar. I mean all of these billionaires think they’re sort of immune to like some diseases” Patricia sipped the last of her wine. Leo groped her arm up, feeling some sort of secondhand embarrassment.

“Your Father and I did not exactly have the perfect marriage, we had a lot of issues too, do you know how many scandals the press made about your father before I had you? There were a lot, I still kept some in the library at home. So many women he didn’t know came out to profess that he was their baby daddy because your father liked to party while he was younger. His family had him take DNA tests with each child, those were really the darkest times of my life, because I was the barren billionaire wife. Few years I had you, then rumors had it that I slept with my bodyguard then that was how I had you, there pictures of us being close all over the papers.

“They think you’re trying to shift blame that you and Maya made this up together to get revenge on your father.” “Let them think what they want,” I said. “The truth will come out.” “The truth?” She spun to face me, her eyes burning. “The truth is that you just threw away billions of dollars, a place in one of the most powerful families in the country, and any hope of a normal life — for what? For a girl who’s using you?” My hands clenched. “Maya isn’t using me.” “She’s pregnant with your child, and suddenly your father is a monster? You don’t see how convenient that sounds?”

"So... basically, you want an entire menu." "Do not judge me," I warned, narrowing my eyes. "I am pregnant and hormonal. I could cry right now just because you said that." "Fine, fine." She laughed, grabbing her phone. "I will order. But you are paying with billionaire baby daddy's card." "Obviously." I stretched out on the couch dramatically, like a queen waiting for her servants. "Make sure it is the good place though. Not the cheap one that skimps on the cheese." Sophie shook her head, scrolling through an app. "You are so spoiled. And I am not talking about the billionaire part, this is just you in general."

And it definitely couldn't undo what she'd just done. Two months later the nausea started. At first she blamed stress. Bad takeout. Anything but the obvious. But the test didn't lie. Two pink lines stared back at her in the fluorescent light of her bathroom. Pregnant. She sank to the floor, back against the tub, and laughed until it turned into something broken. Alexander Voss. Billionaire. Stranger. Father of her child. She didn't know his number. Didn't know his real last name, Voss might have been a pseudonym for all she knew. The internet turned up dozens of Alexanders in finance, none that matched the man who'd held her like she was precious.

Miles, naive and entirely sheltered from the real world, had fallen madly, hopelessly in love with her. The next thing Norma and Hugo knew, the girl had come to their grand mansion and brazenly told them she was pregnant. It was an absolute disaster. Miles was the sole, legitimate heir to their sprawling corporate empire; he stood to inherit millions of pounds and a seat on several charity boards. They simply couldn't possibly have such a sordid, lower-class scandal ruin his entire life before it had even begun.

Chapter One “Sign it, Alora. You give me my heir, I fund your family, and we never speak of love again.” The words were as cold as the stainless-steel surgical tools he wielded daily. My billionaire professor, now my ruthless husband, slid the crisp, white marriage contract across his heavy mahogany desk. Looking up at Dr. Dominic Reid’s frozen, impossibly handsome face, I felt the air completely leave my lungs. How did a brilliant, scholarship medical student end up trapped by the most ruthless cardiothoracic surgeon in the country?

[Miss Salvador, Doctor Yu accidentally fertilized you with our VIP’s sperm. BOOM! All of sudden, I felt my world turning upside down. They can’t do this to me. God! Why am I so unlucky?

"Well, that's where it becomes complicated. I went to prom and I told Gramps that I didn't want to. My boyfriend came to pick me up and he was acting weird. After prom, he broke up with me and started dating another girl in my class. I was heartbroken and I started drinking. I got dizzy and asked Clara for the keys to the room. She gave me the keys but I went into the wrong room. I met this man and that's how it all happened. I woke up the next day, I had lost my virginity and the scholarship I was going to write exams for. I didn't get to see the man after that. That was the end. Now I'm pregnant, I don't even want to look for him. I'll just give birth and keep my baby." "Oops, that's some

Liam's POV: "What?" My mom and I yelled simultaneously. I stared at the unknown lady, my face immediately twists in disgust "Yes, you heard me right" the unknown lady replied, hands akimbo. This isn't my first time seeing ladies pinning a pregnancy on a guy just because of money. Sadly, I'm one of those guys because I'm considered to be the most wealthiest man in the whole of New York. And this situation has occurred more than once this month.