The Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade? 'It's been months since Mrs. West is seen by the media. She might be around seven months pregnant but still rocking those purple pumps and black maternity dress. It's quite a mystery that she's trying to hide her obvious baby bump when she's spotted by our camera. Not only the bump proves she's pregnant, what with the baby clothes and supplies on her hand together with Ms. West. It was almost a ridiculous sight. A billionaire's wife rushing our of a baby shop!' The female reporter pathetically laughed at my wife that I have this sudden urge to go inside the television j

Her first round visit took her to the private room of the young, new wife of a well known older billionaire who owned a slew of casinos all over the country. She was a retired actress who was still as beautiful now as when she was working. She'd recently put to bed. According to rumors, this was the eighth child of the Billionaire from three different wives. There'd been a few complications after the birth that made her have to stay a while in the hospital. Once she arrived, the hospital started buzzing with whispers. Everyone wanted to know what would make a beautiful woman like her settle for such an old man and retire from acting at such a young age.

How come she didn’t save it in her account ? Where did she get all that money? Yes, she is the wife of the a business merchant who owns a food factory and own most of the top restaurants in the north and even in Lagos, but she is not working ... She is just his wife ... I hope Dhikrah did not steal the money... I don’t want to get mixed with her dubious character... She sighed again and she remember the pregnant who had just left the store... Oh Allah, I want a baby too... She had thought getting pregnant would be easier but now she knows better.

"No, we'll leave together. I don't want the sleazy tabloids capturing shit about our marriage." At that, she chuckled humorlessly, unbothered by his anger. "You've done a good job painting the reality of what it is to the media already. I won't be made a clown a second time." Then she reached for her phone and ordered a cab in front of the nanny and the Stark family chauffeur who had come in a limo to pick them up. What the fuck was she trying to pull? What new scheme could she be cooking? Alessandro knew he couldn't make a scene there and swallowed his rage, watching as a small cab drove in and the new wife of the richest billionaire in America according to Forbes, entered with their baby.

"Chill out girl, I am not pregnant. The dude scratched my bike so I went after him, I asked for payments to be made but he ignored. Then it turns out that this dude is some big shot and the pregnancy shit was the only way to get his attention." "Pregnancy, seriously that's all you could think of?" Cassie shakes her head disapprovingly. "Hey! It just came out." Cara defends herself. "Well, because of your stupidity he lost a million dollar contract worth." Cassie hands Cara her phone to check the headline that just popped up. Cara looks at the phone but her eyes glued at the heading which contains the douche's name. "Or Mr. Douche's name is Alexander Black." Cara can totally see him being nam

I don't want a child making it difficult for me to leave you—especially since I'm just starting my career as a singer. "Isla Grace, as long as you are my wife, you cannot refuse my will!" Leonard thrust into me again. "Leonard... Stop!" I screamed. But Leonard kept thrusting, as he reached his own peak, I felt a storm raging deep within my womb. Leonard wasn't playing around, he was determined to get me pregnant. "Leonard... You bastard!"

His eyes lit up excitedly. "I swear." Aunt Valentina then told the dark past of Luciano's mother. According to Aunt Valentina's story, Luciano's mother was a servant in Romano’s house. She was involved in an illicit relationship with the Romano family only son. When they knew that she was pregnant, she was expelled from the city of Rome. "Your dad didn't even know that your mother was pregnant. Your mother didn't have time to say anything when she left." "Why, Auntie? Why did my mother just leave like that?"

"So there's no baby?" "Do I look like a woman celebrating a baby?" I gestured at my own face, the wrecked mascara, the party dress from a night that had ended my life. "Where would you even get that? Think about it for one second. He just named another woman's child his heir. Why on earth would I be pregnant?" It landed. I watched it land, watched a few of them actually lower their phones, glance at each other, the story deflating in real time.

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"