Novel & Cerita Pregnant Manhwa

That was also when I was forced to another reality, that I had to go on with a marriage that didn't count, one that involved Camilla, and so she gave birth to the pregnant woman that I am in. I pushed everything to the back of my mind, my fingers curled on my lap, and suddenly it turns. I have a feeling that it has very little to do with the déjà vu, and more to do with the fact that this time I'm heading over to Italy and on a search for Jasmine.

Her eyes flicked down, and I saw the screen light up with a notification. A paparazzi photo had leaked online. Damian was holding me protectively, our faces inches apart, the city skyline framing us like a scene meant for gossip magazines. The headline flashed across the screen of Eloise’s phone: “Blackwood Heiress-to-be? Damian Blackwood Spotted with Pregnant Mystery Woman!” Eloise’s gasp echoed in the quiet boutique. Her plan, her power, her venom—all laid bare to the world before she had even had a chance to act.

All of them read the same thing. Positive. She was pregnant. Pregnant for the man who bought her. Pregnant for her boss. Pregnant for her husband in name only— Who swore nothing between them would ever change. She clutched the counter, knuckles white. What would he say? What would he do? ⸻ Later that night, Lucas returned home from a late meeting. He found her waiting in the living room, holding the test in her hands. He glanced at it. Then at her. His face was unreadable.

“Uh… maybe wash that green stuff off your hands first.” I blink. “Green?” I glance down, and my stomach lurches. The purple powder on my fingers has turned a vivid, unmistakable green pigment. No. No, it’s impossible. My mind races. Wait, what if I’m actually pregnant? I stumble to the basin and scrub at my hands until the green swirls down the drain. Just as I’m drying them, footsteps echo in the hall. Luna bursts back into the kitchen, arms loaded with pouches and jars. “I’ve got it,” she says, sliding everything onto the table.

Baby, I had forgotten I had just found out I was pregnant too, hoping it was just a bad dream. “I told the other doctors already,” I say weakly. “I’m not pregnant.” Maya doesn’t respond, Instead, she reaches for something on the tray beside the bed. It's a small black and white image and she holds it up so I can see. “You are fourteen weeks pregnant, Gesare,” she says gently. “. And look, it’s a girl.” My eyes focus on the blurry image. “And she is a fighter,” Maya adds with a small smile. “Just like you.”

"I didn’t do anything. But if I had to guess, you’re about to give birth." Her eyes flew wide. "Give birth? That’s impossible! I’m only a little over three months pregnant!" I tilted my head and smiled. "Didn’t you notice? The charm you gave me… It’s right over there." I pointed toward the yard. "My mom insisted on raising that old sow, no matter how much I tried to talk her out of it. It just so happened to be pregnant too, so to make her happy, I hung your charm on it. I figured it might help it deliver more piglets."

But every time, I simply returned them. Some wounds couldn't be healed with apologies and gifts. A few months later, I was home alone one morning when I felt a sharp, intense movement in my belly. I doubled over, clutching my abdomen as cold sweat drenched my face. That was when I realized the pup was on its way. I struggled to reach for my phone to call Zachary, but the intense pain made it impossible. Just then, someone knocked on the door. It was Kingsley. When he saw my condition, his face went ashen. "Eliza, what's wrong? Is the pup coming?"

Bella lived in a luxurious house provided by Lucienne. A two-story house with a narrow backyard, a white fence that was always locked, and a security camera in the corner of the roof. Everything seemed perfect, complete with an additional contract that Bella signed without saying much. "If you get pregnant, the facilities will be upgraded. A bigger house. Permanent servants. A personal guard." The words were written coldly on the paper. Pregnancy as a condition for promotion. Bella didn't feel like a mother-to-be. She was more like someone waiting for a verdict.

"We're about to close," she said. "But I can get you something quick if you're passing through." "I'm looking for someone." Kael's voice came out rough, urgent, and he forced himself to slow down, to breathe, to not scare this woman into shutting the door on him before he'd even asked the question properly. "A young woman. Dark hair. She would have arrived here around eight months ago, pregnant, alone."