Pregnant By My Ex's Dad Book Novels & Stories

I am still and numb. Jason had already left but I can't move. My life had taken a very big turn. Just a month ago I found my ex cheating on me with two big boobed whores. A month ago I decided to go to a club and ended up losing my virginity. A month later I find out Im pregnant. IM PREGNANT. A pregnancy that is unknown to the dad. A pregnancy that I already lost a baby. And now I find out I was kidnapped and my birth mother is unstable?

“I said I would.” Silence stretched awkwardly between us. God. We used to talk so easily. Now every word felt dangerous. Aria wrapped her arms tighter around herself against the cold. “You said there’s something about the baby.” The reminder visibly shifted her mood again. I nodded slowly. “My father hired private investigators after the hospital leak.” Her face changed immediately. “What?” “I found out this morning.” Anger flashed across her expression instantly. “He WHAT?” “He wanted to know if the baby was mine before the wedding situation became public.”

"You called the mother of my child a whore." Silence. Complete, total silence. James's face went white. "What?" "You heard me." "She's—you're—" James looked between us. "She's pregnant? With your baby?" "Yes." "How—when—" James was sputtering now. "How far along?" "That's none of your business." "The hell it's not! You knocked up my ex-girlfriend!" "I didn't know she was your ex-girlfriend when it happened. Neither did she." James laughed. Wild. Almost hysterical. "This is insane. This is—Dad, she's twenty-four!"

“Are you pregnant with your ex boyfriend’s father’s child?” “How long has this relationship been ongoing?” “Did this relationship influence your book’s success?” “Were threats made to silence witnesses?” “Is your previous statement fabricated?” “Is your publisher aware of this situation?” “Do you deny these allegations under oath?” “Who is the father of your child?” Rapid. Sharp. Unforgiving. Their voices overlapped. No space to breathe. No space to think. I searched the room. Leah. I had sent her to get snacks earlier.

My baby, just a few weeks old, lay sleeping, oblivious to the turmoil that ravaged my mind. How did I even end up here? Few hours I am happy, another hours I am sad, I thought, my mind racing with regret. I had made a mistake, a huge mistake. I had slept with my ex's father, and now I was living with him, carrying his child. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me as I thought about it. I had been so blind, so stupid. "Have I made a mistake by being pregnant for my ex's dad?" I whispered to myself, tears streaming down my face. "Where on earth have I gone wrong in everything I did?"

No graceful segue into this. My dad was halfway through a story about his golf partner when I interrupted. “Dad.” He stopped mid sentence. “Yes?” There was no easing into it. “I need to tell you something.” His expression shifted immediately. Concern first. Always concern. “What is it?” he asked. I glanced at Ethan. He gave me the smallest nod. “I am pregnant,” I said. The word settled between the three of us like something fragile placed carefully on the table. My dad blinked. Once.

He’d reached into my life years before I even understood the game, pulled every string, used the people I loved most like tools. He’d turned my own mother into a weapon against me. I wasn’t going to forget that. Ever. Jade made tea we both ignored. We kept reading until I got to the last envelope. Inside wasn’t a letter, it was a folded corporate document. Heavy paper. Hale Industries letterhead. I opened it, read the title, and felt everything go still. “CONTINGENCY MANAGEMENT — SON’S PERSONAL SITUATION.”

**** Author's note Thank you, readers, for taking your time to read this story. There will be grammatical errors because English is not my first language. **** * Married To My Enemy (Book 1) * His Ex-Wife ( Book 2) Please keep in mind that this is the sequence of the book "married to my enemy" for a better understanding, please read married to my enemy first. I wish you a fantastic reading experience!!

Carlos’s flight landed two hours ago, and he should be walking through that door any minute now. I inhale deeply, trying my best to calm myself. Yesterday, when the doctor said the words, “You’re pregnant,” I’d sat frozen for a moment, blinking back tears of disbelief and joy. It must have happened during that night—the one time Carlos had let his guard down. The night he had been drunk. It was the first time we had sex.