Novel & Cerita Pregnant Father In Law

Too his eyes my husband was nothing but prey. My stepfather-in-law Christopher D’Amelio With cold and unloving eyes and soothing voice, “You should be glowing my wife now,” said Ethan, the ‘lucky’ not so lucky groom of mine as he whispered sweet nothings to me, lightly squeezing my back. Was I everything I was told to be, to smile my true self smile. For family, friends and folks Ethan could not pretend for. To savor, dress, and feast on concealment, and tip toe round better my phasms worst harshly bewildered, clenching my body cross to the inaronet or your thumbs all contained in your stares. Tension tighten me like a rope.

It seemed like she was vomiting again. "And, as I've consulted with other obstetricians, sir," Roberto looked at the screen for a moment before returning to his stern face. "That the presence of the father during pregnancy is very important. Not only does it support the mental health of the mother, but it's also very good for the baby she's carrying." Jaxter's expression changed slightly. He looked at Roberto with a questioning gaze. "Should I?"

“I'm pregnant, I don't want to deny that you're the biological father of the child I'm carrying. But you need to know, I don't need a husband, or this child doesn't need a father like you. We can get through these times together. We don't need you between us. No need to worry, Mr. Tan. I don't demand anything for my pregnancy. I can support my child very well. How are you going to be responsible for this child if you're in trouble with the legal system yourself? Not to mention... you need to think about one thing. Your power and position as CEO of Intel Corp. Isn't that what you've been so proud of?” Enjoy this part

My father-in-law, the king, rushed down the stairs to kick me in the stomach hard. I cried out as I wrapped my arm protectively around my stomach. “STOP! I’M PREGNANT!” His smirk widened, and he peered down at me as he drew his leg back again. “I know, and that little bastard you’re trying to pass off as my grandchild will never see the light of day!” “Father! STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” My dance partner yelled as he rushed in our direction, only to be held back by half a dozen guards.

I put on my fake smile about to head to them when I heard my name. "Elara." it was Victor, my name rolling off his tongue like it was made for him. I debated on whether to run off or stay. He was my future father in law so it wasn't exactly weird if people saw us interacting in public but I was also scared people would see right through us and somehow know we had been intimate. I turned to him filled with hesitation likely had a lot to do with my deluded fantasies regarding me. I really needed to get over this fixation with him and move on. I couldn’t spend her whole life wanting my father in law.

Instead, I could only think about how alive I had felt with him. But he's my father-in-law. Old enough to be my father. Oh, God. I'm fucked. Completely fucked.

Tessa said, her words sending a strange, nervous flutter straight to my chest. "I mean, setting aside the tiny detail that he's Ethan's father, the man is an absolute god among men. Of course, the fact that he's your father-in-law makes this the most complicated mess imaginable. But..." Tessa paused abruptly, as if a sudden lightbulb had just switched on in her head. "Wait a minute... could it be that he's been harboring feelings for you for a long time?" I swallowed hard. "He... he said something along those lines."

I'd read it so many times I knew where the coffee stain was. 'You're staring at it again,' Zevrik said. I'm thinking. 'You're staring.' I'm thinking about what to do with it. 'You're thinking about her.' I put the glass down. "It was a mistake," I said aloud. The room swallowed it. "It was always going to be a mistake. She's engaged to my son. She's twenty-two. I'm her future father-in-law. Every rule I've ever kept says to walk away."

Hot tears stung the corners of my eyes all over again, blurring my vision. My boss is my savior. The legendary, feared CEO of St. Claire Global... and my father-in-law. Julian had spent two years making me feel like a repulsive, oversized burden, hiding me away in the dark and treating me like trash. Yet here was his father, a man who held the corporate world in the palm of his hand looking at my plush, curved, heavy body covered in nothing but a towel as if I were something precious. Something divine. "Thank you, Mr. Montgomery," I whispered, my voice breaking as a single tear escaped and tracked down my cheek. "You... you really don't have to do all this for me."

“Elena, no one knows I’m fucking an eighteen-year-old. No one knows I’m fucking my son’s mate. No one knows that the girl Lucian has been losing his mind over is the same girl who keeps ending up in my bed, arguing with me, threatening me, and making me question decisions I stopped questioning years ago. So no, Elena, nobody knows about you.” I stared at him. He was not done. “You think I can walk downstairs and casually tell people that my son found his mate and somehow his father got involved too? You think I can explain that without destroying something?” “My relationship with my son, for a start.” That shut me up. Adrian dragged a hand over his face and looked away from me for a moment b