Romance Pregnancy Books

After dying suddenly from overwork, I found myself transmigrated into the life of a fake heiress who had been cast out of her wealthy family. While the real heiress reclaimed the life that had once been mine, I decided to leave the drama behind. Armed with my savings, I embraced a carefree lifestyle, swapping boyfriends every three days and living for the moment. Then, two months later, life hit me with a curveball—I discovered I was pregnant. The problem? I had no idea who the father was. With no choice, I approached the three powerful CEOs I had been involved with, each more arrogant and competitive than the last. What followed was a 10-billion-dollar bet by each of the three over who the father might be, with me caught in the middle. "I bet the baby belongs to all three of you," I teased, only for them to roll their eyes and dismiss me as ridiculous. Even so, when I gave birth to triplets, their argument outside the delivery room went viral, sending the internet into a frenzy and turning my life—and theirs—into a spectacle.

I had cancer. And Carl—my boyfriend of seven years—ditched me at the hospital to play fake boyfriend for his so-called best friend, just so she could dodge her parents' marriage pressure. When the results came in, I broke down. Clutching the report, I sobbed as I called him. "Carl, I... I..." My voice cracked. I didn't even know how to say it. I thought he'd comfort me. Instead, his voice came sharp through the phone. "Can you not? Mia's just a friend. What's so wrong about me helping her?—do you have to be so dramatic? I already promised to marry you this month. What more do you want?"

Blurb: swooned by her art of seduction, billionaire Arlan reef meets and is instantly attracted to a young seductress, saraya who turned out to be the only daughter and heiress to Newman empire. An e famous fashion brand owned by Alex Newman who is also Arlan's business partner and best friend...

“I’ll ask again,” He says with an husky finish on his voice, leaving his sitting position over to mine and squatting in front of me “Have you ever consider me as your type of guy?” I have the answer to that question already in my heart and he looking closely into my eyes freezes them from coming out. He’s close, again, too close. Before I know what is happening, he steals my last words, like knowing exactly what I want to say next and preventing me from saying them. I shiver from the touch of his lips on mine and exactly as I imagined, his lips are soft and juicy. Gently, he stroke my bottom lip with his tongue, massaging them slowly and as if carefully. ******** With everything going on in Eno's life, romance was the last thing she had expect to happen. Her first love dumping her with a pregnancy broke her to bits and in the process of picking up her life, hustling between jobs and caring for her daughter, she had to give up love. Not until her accidental encounter with Wale, the tall, dark and handsome playboy who turned her boring life with a lots limitations into a life where it is impossible to live without him.

26-years-old Stacy Cyrus is living her life in a very normal way: working in a small newspaper company; feeding her stray cat occasionally; indulging herself reading books; going to the nearest cafe for Strawberry cakes. Until one her best friend, Mikaela pleads with her to help in her job in a royal suite. All she needs to do is wear a nice dress, put on makeup and wait until Mikaela comes. But she hasn't signed up for a handsome, tall man to appear in the room in a tuxedo and demanding her to strip.

My husband's first love gets engaged. To make her regret it, he abandons me, his newlywed wife, and joins a research project down at the southern tip of the earth. I've made 999 attempts across several years to visit him, with each one ending in failure. After five years, I stopped going. During a lively birthday party, he suddenly shows up. When he sees my slightly bulging belly, he howls in anger. "I spent five years at the research base, and not once did you care about how I was doing! Who's the father of the bastard child you're pregnant with?" "It's none of your business," I calmly reply.

Aurora is a calm and patient girl, incredibly beautiful that her beauty will put the moon to the shame, leaving her life with books and in solitude until she crosses the paths with the devil himself on a stormy night. She helps him not even thinking that it's going to change her life forever. Rafael Delgado! The Spanish mafia kings get captivated by the beauty at first glance and then what, the game of Obsession begins. Will Aurora survive his wicked games or will lose her mind to the devil? Will Rafael change his ways for her or will destroy her like every other thing in his life?

"Is this your first pregnancy?" the doctor asked, prompting Marco to adjust his sitting position. "So, she's really pregnant?" Marco asked to confirm, causing the doctor to nod, while Letta tried to close her eyes. It seemed she couldn't escape from the man next to her who was now staring at her intently. "Yes, your wife is indeed pregnant. And if this is your first pregnancy, it seems I should provide some explanations so you won't be in the dark about this pregnancy," the doctor said, leaving Letta only able to nod. After all, she really needed knowledge about this pregnancy, and the doctor's explanations seemed like they would help. But, somehow, what initially made Letta excited because Marco was by her side might make her slightly unfocused in listening to the doctor.

Waking up hungover next to my arch-nemesis – the city's most notorious fuckboy? Worst. Morning. Ever. I handled the walk of shame with icy dignity, but fate had a bigger curveball: one month later, two pink lines. My baby. My rules. His involvement? Zero. My flawless plan hit a snag when morning sickness ambushed me in the office restroom. He walked in. His eyes locked onto my still-flat stomach, darkening with something dangerous. Before I could blink, he had me pinned against the cold tile wall. "Who's the father?" he growled. I met his glare with a frosty smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know? Definitely not you." Then it happened: a hot tear hit my neck. His voice cracked, raw and desperate. "Don't... don't leave me. Please." Me: ...Dude. Seriously? THIS IS YOURS!

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."