Pregnant With The Hidden Billionaire's Triplets の小説・ストーリー

She shrugged before walking out of the room. She snorted as she looked at her distant friend. "No matter what you say, I won't listen. I love Gael so much and we should get married because he got me pregnant.” Maybe Brielle is just jealous because Gael got me pregnant. “She just smiled and looked at the pregnancy test in her hand again. "I'm excited to be Mrs. Ramirez." — "W-WHAT? Was what you said true Tallulah?" Caroline asked in disbelief after Tallulah confessed about her pregnancy.

"Maya, did you take the medication Marcus brought?" "I did," she said. "The nausea is gone for now. I'm just... tired. Dr. Aris said the first trimester with triplets takes a lot out of you." "Then go to sleep. Don't stay up staring at the walls." "I was looking at the pictures," she whispered. "The ones from the clinic. They’re sitting on the coffee table right now." I stopped pulling the documents out of the envelope, my fingers freezing against the heavy paper. The image of the three tiny, flickering heartbeats came back to me, sharp and clear. "Keep them hidden, Maya. Don't leave them near the windows."

If he was ready to walk out without even hearing the news I had gathered the courage to share, then at least I deserved compensation for the emotions I had poured into preparing to tell him about my pregnancy. “If you walk out that door to be with Samantha,” I said steadily, “then I must be compensated again, Ethan.” He stopped abruptly. Slowly, he turned to look at me, disbelief written all over his face. “What else do you want, Bella?” he snapped. “You keep requesting compensation every damn time! What else do you want?” “Your penthouse in the Santa Monica Estate,” I replied calmly. “Or ten percent shares in the estate itself.” The words landed like a stone between us.

The doctor continued to smile as he responded, "Oh, Mr. Richard, your wife is perfectly fine. She's just stressed, and I think the stress has been affecting her, which is why she needs to sleep now." I frowned, still not entirely convinced. "Okay, I know she’s stressed, but is it stress that makes her so weak to the extent of losing consciousness?" The doctor shook his head, his smile widening. "No, no, no, Mr. Richard, there's more to it than that. Your wife is three months pregnant, and I must say, you did score a goal. She's pregnant with triplets." For a moment, the world seemed to stop. I blinked, processing the words slowly, as if they were in a foreign language. Pregnant? Triplets? I

And it definitely couldn't undo what she'd just done. Two months later the nausea started. At first she blamed stress. Bad takeout. Anything but the obvious. But the test didn't lie. Two pink lines stared back at her in the fluorescent light of her bathroom. Pregnant. She sank to the floor, back against the tub, and laughed until it turned into something broken. Alexander Voss. Billionaire. Stranger. Father of her child. She didn't know his number. Didn't know his real last name, Voss might have been a pseudonym for all she knew. The internet turned up dozens of Alexanders in finance, none that matched the man who'd held her like she was precious.

He just read every page and every detail carefully. The first report was about her condition. It outlined everything that had happened in the past few days like her symptoms, the fainting incident, the clinic visit, and the doctor’s observations. Valerio’s expression didn’t change as he read through it. But his focus sharpened slightly when he reached a particular section. “High probability of multiple pregnancy.” His fingers paused briefly on the page. Twins. The word wasn’t written directly like that in the report, but the meaning was clear enough.

Cassie concluded. Ragnar Marshall had told her when she was pregnant that he has never given birth to healthy babies, perhaps because he's cursed or maybe he has some weird and serious medical problems. She would like to know Brigitta's kids. She had already informed Alex Roberto that Brigitta has five kids. Afterall, she was working for Alex Roberto eventhough, at this moment, she wants to win Ragnar Marshall all to herself. That way, she will even be more powerful than Alex himself. Brigitta was watering her little garden in the compound of the house when she noticed someone's presence behind her. On turning, she saw Ragnar Marshall. Ragnar Marshall had seen this new garden in his compound

I laugh my heart out as I lay the boys down to tickle them but then the music from the TV catches my attention when I turn to spare the news a glance. "Other news tonight, billionaire Dexter just completed his grand tower which he's been building for two years and has sealed the deals with the Easterners, making him the richest man in the world, however, it is said that behind every successful man, is a woman, thus the public wonders, could there be any woman behind his success," the reporter says. I stare at the TV with utter shock, petrified, that I stiffen up, my eyes wide open to the point where one would think my eyes would fall off.

Devon says. “No, it wasn’t,” I said. The two of us are looking at our two newborn boys, and surprise, they are hiding a sweet little secret behind them. Those two kept a very big secret from us. They were hiding a sweet little girl. So our twins turned into triplets. “I knew there was something strange about their auras; I just couldn’t figure out what it was,” Rich exclaims.