Romans & histoires Pregnant For My Husband's Billionaire Brother

“Is Miss Hart living in your mansion under contract? That last question changed everything. Damien’s eyes became deadly. Because somebody inside his company leaked information again. The realization darkened his entire expression. And suddenly— The billionaire stopped protecting himself. Damien looked directly into the cameras. Then calmly said the one thing nobody expected. “She is not temporary.” Silence crashed over the room instantly. Every reporter froze. Every camera focused entirely on him. And Damien? Damien looked straight ahead with terrifying certainty. Then announced— “She will become my wife.”

"That's Victor Reines wife. She was standing right next to him when he announced the restructuring." Right at that exact second, as if triggered by a single wire, both phones vibrated with messages. Adrian looked down at his screen, the color completely draining from his face. "Fuck. Damien, look at the media campaign." Damien snatched his phone, his eyes scanning the headline: SCANDAL: Billionaire Victor Reines Launches Search for Runaway Wife; Accuses Her of Grand Theft and Stolen Corporate Data. Beneath the headline was a high-resolution photograph of Emily. She was wearing a diamond necklace, looking elegant in an emerald gown.

He said nonchalantly. My mouth gaped open. Was he serious? "I know this is a lot to ask," he continued, "But you're the only one I can think of. You're intelligent and capable, and you look like you can get a job well done. Also now that we have…history together." I shook my head, my thoughts racing as I opened my mouth to say no but he beat me to it. Ethan leaned closer, his blue eyes piercing into mine. "I'll pay you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ninety million dollars. For one year. All you have to do is be my wife."

Seeing them here, in Luca’s home, was a collision of two worlds I hadn’t wanted to merge. “What are you doing here?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t take it back. Father’s eyes narrowed. “We could ask you the same. Vanishing from your family, refusing all contact, then suddenly—this.” His gaze dropped to my stomach, and though he didn’t say the word, it hung in the air. Pregnant. I crossed my arms, as if I could shield the child inside me from their scrutiny. “I had my reasons.”

Just a week before our wedding, my fiancee, Jeanette Lester, confessed that she was carrying a child conceived with frozen sperm from my younger brother, Noah Rowley. "I'm so thankful that our love gets to live on in a different form," she fawned on social media, showing off the test results. Noah commented, "Meeting you has been the greatest stroke of luck in my life." Mom chimed in. "Jenny, you've suffered a lot. Nathan's apartment should be under your name alone."

Harrison muttered, leaning back in his chair. He clicked on a link that led to a news article from years ago. The headline read: Wealthy Entrepreneur Files Lawsuit Against Ex-Fiancée for Fraud. Harrison scanned the article, his eyes narrowing as he recognized a familiar name, Susan’s mother. “Gotcha,” he said under his breath, printing out the article. Later that evening, Astor sat at the dining table, his fingers drumming against the wood as he waited for Harrison to return. Susan walked in, her heels clicking against the floor as she approached him.

In the past, I had envisioned a warm penthouse, porch lights staying on all night, two sets of shoes at the entrance, mine and Tavian's, and laughter at the kitchen island as we took our breakfasts, before going to work. After his betrayal, in the two months that I had been preparing their engagement, I had envisioned a different life. A small apartment, just for one, a slow weekend, just me, movies, and designing in the guest room.. But pregnancy? And then marriage to some old, probably bitter and twisted billionaire, with a sagging belly and receding forehead? That I refused to accept! " Liora? You have always been so virtuous, so innocent, who would have probably thought that you had such

He settle in car and start and after few minutes he reach his mension. And he going to his mom's room for just check how's she but what he see his mom is all set to go here she saw him and speak up "hey nishant you came back early I thought you came late but forgot this go son get fresh up and came we have to go you remember right. He speak up in tired voice "umm mom but one condition" She speak up "what condition" He speak up "she is just your daughter in law just daughter in law nor my wife so we have to go just choose a daughter in law for you bcoz I am not accepting her as my wife and it's clear mom"

She said and we listened with rapt attention and extreme curiosity. "Ten years ago my sister got pregnant for a black American man who was her boyfriend whom she thought loved her and would get married to her when he hears the good news. But sadly, he was a pretender and had a family outside the country which he ran back to immediately my sister notified him of her pregnancy..." She sniffed and smiled sadly.

My heart sank as I saw the name on the screen: Fed. For a moment, I considered ignoring it. But something ,curiosity, maybe, made me answer. "Hello, Fed." "Bernice." His voice was tight, controlled. "I hear congratulations are in order." How did he know? "I'm not sure what you're talking about," I said carefully. Fed's laugh was harsh, bitter. "Don't play dumb, Bernice. It doesn't suit you. I know you're pregnant. What I want to know is, how long have you been sneaking around with my brother?"