Pregnant For My Husband's Billionaire Brother Novels & Stories

“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.”

"She hasn't signed it yet?" That second voice belonged to her husband. Victor. The ruthless billionaire her uncle had practically gift-wrapped and handed her to eleven months ago. "She will," Arthur chuckled, the sound of ice clinking against a glass echoing in the quiet house. "Emily is a good girl. She still thinks this marriage is a business merger to save Hart Enterprises. She actually believes that once the restructuring is done, she’ll step into her father's old seat as CEO." Victor let out a dry, humorless laugh. "A CEO? She’s a placeholder, Arthur. The moment the clock strikes midnight and the marriage reaches the one-year mark tomorrow, the legal transition goes through automaticall

But the question; I needed to answer. “Two Munites, I guess.” I said, my voice low and husky. They laughed uncontrollably, including me. As far as i was concerned. The answer hit me hard. I was the wife of one of the most famous billionaires in Los Angeles. The CEO of Blackwood Industries. We've been in love since college and we planned to keep ourselves till marriage. On our wedding night, I realised he had a small cock. He didn't even last 10 Minutes when he flipped over and slept off.

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.

To prove to them that I'd married well, I'd lived with him in a cramped basement apartment -- sweltering in summer, freezing in winter. In those early days of scraping and hustling, we had no money. For half a month straight, we survived on bread and water. I never complained. I stood by him through every miserable day. I begged my father to let him manage a subsidiary of Ashford Corporation. And he delivered. Within a year, he'd established himself at the company. During that same year, I stayed home trying to conceive. The medications, the injections -- I'd lost count of them all. "Let go of my sweetheart. Or I'll post your private photos online."

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