Remarried Empress Navier Pregnant Novels & Stories

The daughter of the French president and—more importantly—Wilbet’s former lover. Draped in enough diamonds to sink the Titanic again and wearing a very bold red dress, Emile was the embodiment of sex appeal and allure. She gave me a once-over before smiling at Wilbet, pulling him into a hug, and leaving a lipstick smudge on his cheek. "Wilbet, long time no see." "Well, you had suddenly disappeared for six months. If anyone’s guilty here, it’s you," Wilbet replied. She laughed, flipping her gorgeous blonde hair. "Well, in that case, guilty as charged. I needed to find myself for a minute—I was lost, if you can say that. Imagine my surprise when I came home only to find out that you had gotten

Emiliano asked, his brow furrowing in contemplation. “Yes…” Reina answered, her gaze darting to Dr. Emiliano’s face, her curiosity piqued. “Oh, Nadia?” Dr. Emiliano replied, a forced smile stretching across his lips, masking his confusion. He could not wrap his mind around why Nadia referred to Xavier as her husband, as Reina had indicated. Yet, one truth screamed in clarity—if Nadia was indeed pregnant, the child would undeniably be Xavier’s.

Leaving Thomas free to return to his former life as a swinging bachelor. Within a few months of his wife's death, Thomas Reiner announced to the world he was remarrying, this time to a twenty-two-year-old model who was already pregnant with his child. The old man, Malcolm Reiner, refused to bless this marriage. He also had a suspicion that the baby did not belong to Thomas but there was nothing he could do about it. Soon Aiden Reiner had a stepmother and a half-brother.

I wasn't that naive almost-eighteen little girl anymore. I stood on the top deck of the AK Royalty, the fifty-million-euro yacht Nikolai had taken from the Voronovs. I looked out over the sparkling blue water, resting my hand on my stomach. My belly was noticeably protruded now. I was pregnant with our second child, a secret I carried alone. Nikolai had no idea; we hadn't spoken a single word since the day he left for Japan. The sound of running feet hit the deck, and Viktor came charging toward me. "Mommy! I’m hungry! When are we eating?"

She linked her arms with Benhail's when he got to where she stood with Mariana. "Common, let's go in," Benhail said to them. "She's so nice, she's been keeping me company," Emery told Benhail. She took one more look at Mariana and winked at her. Mariana stood there, her legs glued to the floor. She was lost for words. She had thought she still had a chance with Benhail; she didn't know Emery was pregnant with his child.

Recalling how numb my limbs suddenly were that night made me feel so uncomfortable. Unable, I was, to even utter a single word as I walked into the room, to see with my two eyes, the worst sight to ever behold. I couldn't ever forget it. How my husband lay naked on the bed with another woman on him, the both of them being wrapped under the duvet, with the rest of the white sheets, ruffled up, and heavy with passion, the both of them were getting at it.

“Now, time for the big news.” “Mrs Chelsea,” the doctor began and for some reason, if I let him finish, I might pull the trigger on everyone. “I am not a married woman you stupid bitch!” I flew up in anger. Nathara laughed heartily… you don’t see that everyday. She clasped her hands, crossing her legs graciously as she got ready to speak, “There’s plenty of time to argue that young lady. The important thing right now is that you, Mrs Chelsea Star Ambers- Rutherford, you are carrying the heir of the Rutherfords Empire. And the big news? You are pregnant with twins, Chelsea.”

That couldn't be. Under Ironfang's marriage laws, something as significant as saving a member of the royal family could be recognized as a bond strong enough to be considered fated. Would this force me out of Alaric's life? My heart raced so violently that my vision blurred. My hand gripped Alaric's arm as I struggled to steady myself. "Just give me a minute." I mumbled and inhaled sharply. I was pregnant. Not with one child, but two. And Aveline had chosen the perfect time to make her comeback. But what if she wasn't just making a comeback? What if the law considered her Alaric's fated mate? My stomach twisted.

When I returned to the deck with a glass of cocktail juice, ice cream, and wine, Mila and Angelo were throwing food to the dolphins. The view was spectacular. I must be lucky… that God gave me this family when I was desperate. Desperate… A memory flashed in my mind as I placed the tray on the table. “Levi! I’m pregnant!” my wife had said happily that day. But I wasn’t surprised. The doctor had already told me. “Mr. Marcuae,” he had said, adjusting his glasses as he placed the report in front of me, his expression grim. “Your wife is pregnant.”

She was wearing a diamond necklace, looking elegant in an emerald gown. Victor Reines. The man Damien believed had murdered his parents. He took a step toward the bed. Emily immediately shifted back. "You're not a nobody," he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down Emily's spine. "You're Victor Reines wife." His gaze dropped to her hand clutching her stomach. "And you're pregnant." He raised his hand toward her face. Then stopped himself.