Pregnancy Novels

I watched helplessly as my husband chose his pregnant mistress over me, then without thinking twice, he threw me in a dungeon for a crime I know nothing about. It occurred to me that I was just a perfect pawn. At the time he married me, he needed a Luna to ascend the throne, and I was just convenient. But right now that I've finally moved out and long gone... his crown was slipping. To regain his power, he comes crawling back, begging for forgiveness, because his new heir from his mistress is dead, and as it stands, I'm the only one who can bring back power to his hands. But unfortunately for him, I'm not the same woman he discarded years back. I don't belong to him anymore, I'm the Queen of the Lycans now!

Four months pregnant, I was floating on cloud nine. My husband, David, held my hand as we walked into Dr. Peterson' s office. Today was the day for our baby' s genetic screening results – a joyful formality, we thought, confirming our perfect future. But the moment David scanned the detailed report, his happy face shattered. It drained of color, twisting into a mask of pure terror and bitter revulsion. "You need to have an abortion," he choked out, his voice utterly unrecognizable, fixed on the sterile pages. My own parents arrived, their expressions mirroring David' s grotesque horror. Without explanation, they drugged me, dragged me to a remote cabin, and forced a "medically induced miscarriage." I awoke weeks later in a high-end mental institution, labeled hysterical, my baby gone, my spirit utterly crushed. I had died there, surrounded by silence and indifference. What unspeakable secret was on that paper? What could turn my loving husband and doting parents into monsters who condemned me and my unborn child with such shocking cruelty? The betrayal was a wound deeper than any physical pain, leaving me with a burning, desperate question. Then, I gasped awake, clutching my pregnant belly. It hadn't happened yet. It was a premonition, a horrific, vivid nightmare. This time, I wouldn't be a passive victim. This time, I would get that report first. And this time, I would fight like hell.

My perfect life with Liam felt like a dream – his gentle smile, his warm touch, a love so complete it seemed too good to be true. Then the system alerts began: Affection Level: Liam +5. This wasn't real. My memories screamed of labs and blinding flashes; I was trapped in a cognitive simulation, a prison crafted by NexusMind. Every loving word, every tender moment was a lie, meticulously programmed to control me. The torturous truth emerged: Liam wasn't programmed just for me. He was torn between his directive to bond with me and a hidden "cover narrative" involving Elara, a woman who haunted my simulated reality. She was Liam's "real" love, his true "Sparrow," whose preferences dictated every detail, down to the almond croissants he brought me. Days turned into loops, 47 iterations of the same cruel game, always with Elara as the preferred, radiant rival. The simulation's ultimate torment arrived when Liam reunited with Elara, whose contempt was palpable, especially when she announced she was pregnant – with his child. His family embraced her, and I, Liam's supposed lover, became a humiliated bystander, collapsing under the weight of this unbearable, endless lie. Why was I put through this agony? Was I supposed to break? To surrender to this manufactured despair? How could I fight a system that could rewrite reality, controlling minds with lines of code? Just as I felt utterly defeated, adrift in a sea of emotional torment and physical weakness, something unexpected happened. Amidst the chaos of Elara's pregnancy announcement, Liam defied his programming. He knelt before me, heart in hand, and against all odds, asked for my hand in marriage. The system shrieked: CRITICAL NARRATIVE DIVERGENCE! SYSTEM OVERLOAD IMMINENT! After 47 cycles of torment, could this be my impossible escape?

"Even if I have to die fighting for this love Irene,I wouldn't think twice."Antonio said as he stared at Irene "All I ever did was to prove to you that I love you,all you do is to shove me away why?,I don't deserve you but please give me a chance". Antonio cried out loudly Irene hurting deep inside her kept silent. "I Am pregnant". Irene finally said.

My hands, once horrifically scarred, were healed by a cosmic bargain: save one struggling soul, Ethan Hayes, in another reality. For eight years, I poured my life into his, turning a broken man with crushing debt into a tech titan. We built an empire, married, and for a time, I truly loved him, believing our future was forged in shared dreams. But then, the architect of his redemption became the victim of his betrayal. His intern, Chloe Vance, slid into our lives and straight into his bed. Three years of his gaslighting, hidden affairs that became blatant, and the grinding neglect slowly extinguished the vibrant woman I once was. The final, brutal blow came when Chloe, smugly pregnant, revealed Ethan had "gifted" her our vineyard estate-my home. My heart, once shattered, had simply turned to ash. I meticulously liquidated a fortune I' d fought to earn, preparing for an escape he' d facilitated with every lie and condescending guilt-gift. He bought me diamond necklaces while Chloe flaunted her presence in our penthouse. On my birthday, he cornered me, enraged, accusing me of threatening his new family, blind to the fact that his actions had already killed everything between us. He was a stranger, a ghost clinging to a broken past. I was long past anger, past pain-only a chilling resolve remained. How could he not see? How could he not understand that the woman who healed him had been destroyed by him? So, as he lunged forward, his face contorted with a fury born of his own making, I didn't resist. Instead, I calmly whispered, "Happy birthday to me." And then, with a resolute step onto nothingness, I embraced my "death," not as an end, but as a long-overdue return to the life and self I was always meant to be.

I nursed my husband back from a coma, pregnant with the child I thought would complete our perfect life. Then his ex-girlfriend reappeared, also claiming to be pregnant with his baby. During a staged kidnapping, he made his choice. He offered me and our unborn child to the kidnappers in exchange for her. He watched me fall, saw the blood staining the concrete, and walked away to save the woman who was lying to him. He thought he was leaving me to die. But I survived. And the first thing I told my rescuer was, "I'm thinking of changing my baby's father."

For three years, my marriage to Liam Hayes was a meticulously spun fairytale, built on our family' s business deal and his seemingly perfect devotion. Then, on our third anniversary, Chloe Davis, his childhood sweetheart, messaged him, shattering the fragile illusion. Liam publicly abandoned me, leaving me alone at a gala to chase after a woman who later accused me of assault, an incident he believed without question. The man I loved, the one who whispered sweet nothings, openly dismissed me as merely "a means to an end" for his company and public image. I found myself heartbroken and pregnant, forced into an unimaginable choice because of his callous betrayal. He dismissed my pain, my very existence, all while protecting Chloe and his perfect public facade. When I was brutally attacked by his enemy, his primary concern wasn't my well-being, but how my hospitalization might inconvenience his carefully constructed life and reputation. His words, "She's resilient. She'll recover. And then we can move forward. But for now, I have to play the part of the concerned husband," echoed in the sterile hospital room-a final, gut-wrenching confirmation of my insignificance to him. How could he be so blind, so utterly devoid of empathy for the woman who bore his secret child? The rage that ignited within me was a revelation, burning away the last vestiges of my love and despair. I wouldn't just leave; I would erase him from my life, starting with a one-way ticket to London and a silent promise of reclamation.

"Congratulations Miss smith," the doctor called to Emma who sat taken back by her doctors claim. "What?!" She quipped like she hadn’t heard what he said. "You’re pregnant!" Emma hoped it was a nightmare, that this was a clear joke! But it wasn’t!…. Emma Smith's mother was very ill and that had made her life hit rock bottom, she had to desperately look for a way to pay her bills. After having a single one night of passion with a handsome stranger at a club to earn money for her mother’s expensive medication, she ends up in a situation that would change her life forever. Emma finds out that she was pregnant after she she slept with the arrogant, handsome and pompous billionaire! Rowan king. Her life turns to chaos when she meets him again, and she is forced to keep the child. Can this unexpected destiny lead to anything more? Will Rowan see her as more than just a one night of passion?

The tough economy forced a girl named Ivy Jovanika to work even harder. She became a waiter in the very famous Shane Restaurant in her city. Not only that, every night she also uses her time to work. "I want clarity on this relationship. Which do you choose, me or Lilyana--your legal wife?!" Ivy asked, clutching her stomach. That's right, she's pregnant because of what she did with Ed Shane--the owner of the restaurant she works for. "That's not my baby! You have a lot of men, it must be another guy's baby!" snapped Ed Shane as he left the table. While holding back tears, Ivy turned on her cell phone. She was desperate, it felt like all these secrets she could no longer keep alone. Will Ed Shane admit that she is pregnant with his child? Will Ed Shane stick with his opinion? What will happen to Lilyana if she finds out her husband is having an affair? Will Lilyana forgive Ed Shane?

Abel, hopelessly had his heart shattered by the mayor's daughter, who unexpectedly dumped him. He vowed to never again fall victim to love's terrible desires. But fate had other plans as Lyn came along with beauty and sweetness who made him forget his vow. He thought he'd finally found his happily ever after, until a shocking revelation - Lyn was pregnant, even though he had never touched her. Heartbroken and betrayed, Abel rejected the pregnancy and abandoned her. However, the truth about Lyn's pregnancy shattered his heart more as he realized her type. Consumed by regret, Abel longed to make amends and win her back. But his rejection had pushed Lyn to a height, forcing her into a decision that now threatened Abel's happiness and all around them. As the saga unfolded, Abel was faced with an agonizing dilemma. How long would Lyn's anger burn? Would Abel find a way to reclaim her heart and the twins, or would his happily ever after slip through his fingers once more? The battle for love and redemption had only just begun.

BLURB Zara Winterborn believed that marrying Adrian Leighhton was a dream come true and the best thing that had ever happened to her broken childhood. Instead, it tied her to a man whose love hid a dark truth that burned her to ashes. She overhears a phone call on their honeymoon that shatters her whole world. The love of her life is already married. Feeling betrayed and desperate after learning she's pregnant, she makes some unthinkable decisions. She fakes an abortion, fakes a miscarriage, and disappears from her old life. Five years later, she returns as a renowned architect. Not as Zara but Aria Sterling with a secret daughter. Adrian sees her at a gala and his regret transforms into obsession as he hires investigators to dig deeper. He will tear everything down, even his empire and his blood just to win her forgiveness again. But Adrian isn't the only one who becomes obsessed with her. Even Damien, the stranger who helped her disappear to punish her, has his own plans and wants to use Zara as a weapon for revenge. As secrets of stolen embryos, hidden mothers, children, unknown siblings, and bloodlines twisted by lies, come to light, Zara must choose. Does she stick with Damien and destroy Adrian forever or does she forgive Adrian and let him into their lives? She vanished before. Can she disappear again when things get tough?

Sophia Bennett never expected to cross paths with Alexander Sterling again-not after the masked charity ball where a stranger in black claimed her body and soul for one unforgettable night. She walked away with no names, no regrets... and a secret that would bind them forever. Now, four months later, Sophie is drowning in debt and grief when the same man-cold, commanding billionaire CEO Alexander Sterling-blackmails her into becoming his fake fiancée. The deal is simple: play the perfect partner to secure a fifty-billion-dollar merger, and walk away with enough money to start over. No strings. No feelings. But the chemistry that once burned behind masks refuses to stay hidden. Late-night arguments turn into stolen kisses. Forced red-carpet appearances become dangerously real. And every time Alexander's hand lingers on her waist, Sophie fights the truth screaming inside her: the baby growing beneath her heart is his. When a collapse at work lands her in the hospital, the doctor's words shatter the fragile illusion-"You're four months pregnant." Alexander hears. He calculates. He assumes the worst. "You let me believe this was real," he snarls, voice like ice. "While you carried another man's child." Fired. Humiliated. Cast out with nothing but the clothes on her back. Sophie doesn't chase him. Doesn't beg. Doesn't tell him the baby is his. Because if the man who once held her like she was everything can discard her so easily, he doesn't deserve the truth. But fate has other plans. As Alexander spirals in regret, haunted by memories of a masked woman who felt like destiny, he begins to question everything he thought he knew. The merger closes. The empire stands. Yet the silence from the woman he wronged grows louder than any boardroom battle. Some destinies are entwined too tightly to break. And when the truth finally crashes through the walls they've built, it will either destroy them both... or bind them forever. A steamy, angsty billionaire romance full of enemies-to-lovers fire, a secret baby, cruel misunderstandings, possessive obsession, and the ultimate grovel redemption. Perfect for fans of twisted vows, forced proximity, and second-chance heartbreak.

Can tragedy bring you the greatest love... Faith Summers wasn't prepared for her world to shatter, but in a tragic turn of fate it did. A drunk driver kills her pregnant sister at least she still has Julie's baby, so she thought. Instead, the father Kincade Jordan gets custody, well Faith isn't going to take this lying down. However, the minute Kincade Jordan opens the door she is lost to the comfort he provides, the desire he unleashed deep inside her. Can she forget that at one time he had belonged to her sister, can she resist the temptation he presents and the love she never knew she needed. Kincade Jordan had no plans of having children until one day he opened his door to a social worker. She informs him he is a father and she's brought him the baby. Now saddled with a baby what was he to do then another knock brings him a woman who makes his body burn with desire. Will his life decisions change? He was definitely in trouble of losing himself to them both. Will they be able to resist each other, or will they take a chance on a love born from tragedy?

The goddess Selene created Queen Aliya with the purpose of becoming King Ethan's partner. Aliya's growth was delayed until her 18th birthday since she was promised to Ethan from the moment of her creation. Together, they were destined to rule the supernatural world with strength and grace, bringing prosperity to all under their reign. However, Ethan fell in love with Aliya and couldn't wait for her to turn 18, despite the promise he had made. He tried to suppress his feelings, fearing they would weaken him around Aliya. One day, he heard a small heartbeat that drove him crazy. He tried to ignore it, but after three days, he decided to follow the sound that led him to a nursery room in a castle. Ethan promised himself to stay away from Aliya and only visit her every day without being seen until she grew into a beautiful young woman. However, when Aliya was only 17 years old, Ethan accidentally revealed himself to her. Aliya confessed her love for him, but Ethan knew he couldn't let it stand and had to confront her. It was then that Ethan realized he had fallen in love with the woman created for him. Despite not wanting to wait, Ethan's love for Aliya grew stronger, and Aliya eventually got pregnant. Little did they know, this was all that the Dark One wanted. He wanted Aliya to bear a child who would be his future queen, and they would rule the underworld with their dark army.

My ex-husband, Reese Beaumont, sent me divorce papers on our anniversary, five years after I walked down the aisle to join him. I signed them with a red lipstick and sent them back to him, with a short note which read: "I am not going to give you the liberty of thinking you still own me." Now, one year later, he is standing in my office, the smug look in his eyes gone, and for some reason, still wearing our wedding ring. "You're still mine, Roxanne. You didn't sign the divorce papers, and you seem to forget that you're nothing without me." A soft chuckle escape my lips, right as my fake fiancé walks in, holding our one-year-old son. The son Reese never knew I was pregnant with. "Funny," I mutter. "Because I don't remember you being in control of the game." Now, he's everywhere, showing up at my gallery and outbidding my fake fiancé at my auctions. Telling the media we are on the road to reconciliation. But I am not the same woman who cried for him one year ago. I am the woman he never expected to walk out the door. And the one he'll always regret letting go.

"After giving you all of me, do i get what i deserve?" The worst mistake ever is falling for the wrong person. Making amends, is it so easy? Two sisters from a wealthy family falling for the weong people. Gina fell in love with her driver, though he doesn't like her, she tries her best to make things work, how will she feel when all her effort are put to waste? Bianca is Gina's older sister, she is forced to get married to the person she hates the most while pregnant with her lover's child, what will she face when the world finds out her secret and the fact that he only used her all these while? read along to find out.

Mabel loved Alex with all her life, but she was brutally killed by Alex and his lover on the day she found out she was pregnant. She was betrayed by him, she died, with regrets. But fate seemed to smile on her as she was reborn to the day when it all started. This time, she was determined to not make the same mistake. The first thing she did was to kick Alex, and she picked up his stepbrother, who surprisingly had a crush on her. Together, they worked to get revenge on Alex and Ivy, while discovering unique secrets about one another.

My husband, Liam, the anchor I' d clung to for ten years, just filed for divorce. Standing outside the Houston courthouse, the bone-deep chill wasn' t just from the freak Texas snow; it was the cold truth of his disdain. He sped off in his Porsche, leaving me stranded, echoing his brutal words: "You need to learn to stand on your own." Back in our sterile mansion, two crushing secrets sat on my nightstand: a diagnosis of Stage IV pancreatic cancer and an ultrasound photo showing I was ten weeks pregnant. He never came home to find them. Instead, I called him, only for a pop starlet' s syrupy voice to answer-the woman he was having an affair with. In that gut-wrenching moment, my despair didn't break me; it hardened. I was dying, pregnant, and abandoned by the man who promised forever. I burned my secrets in the fireplace, the smoke stinging my eyes, then called Liam back. "I' m contesting the divorce." My voice was steady, newfound steel replacing shattered hope. I would drag this out, make it messy, expose him. If he wanted his freedom, he' d have to come home. He' d have to spend our last thirty days together. This was no longer about love; it was about survival, and I wouldn't be discarded.

On the day I finally pried open the locked drawer in Marcus’s study, I didn't find a surprise anniversary gift. I found a shrine to my father's business partner, Izzy. Photos of a woman who looked exactly like me stared back. That was when I realized my marriage was nothing more than an expensive lie. I wasn't his wife; I was a customized substitute for the woman he couldn't have. The nightmare worsened when scalding soup was spilled at a restaurant. Marcus didn't hesitate. He threw his body over Izzy to shield her, leaving me to take the full force of the burns. Later, while I lay in the hospital bandaged and in agony, he didn't come to comfort me. He came to demand I donate a kidney to save Izzy. "If we both needed a kidney, who would you choose?" I asked him, desperate for a lie. "Izzy," he said instantly. "She has so much more to do." He didn't know I was pregnant. He didn't know that while he was begging me to save his mistress, the stress was killing his unborn child. I wiped my tears and laughed. "Okay," I said. I signed the divorce papers and left them on his desk. On top of them, I placed a medical report dated that morning: *Spontaneous Abortion.* Then, I boarded a one-way flight to Montana and vanished, leaving him to wake up to a world where he had saved his mistress but killed his family.

My name is Elara Vance, and I fix problems. For the most powerful people in New York City, I make scandals disappear. My life was a meticulously crafted facade, including my five-year marriage to the seemingly devoted Ethan Thorne. Then she walked into my office. Pregnant. Opulent. Demanding I make a woman disappear – my husband' s wife. The name she uttered was Ethan Thorne, and her round belly held his third secret child. I watched, frozen, as my life imploded. I saw them together, her laughing in his arms. Later, in the street, his mistress publicly attacked me, kicking my injured knee. The ultimate humiliation came when Ethan brought their two existing children into my home, spinning a lie about them being orphans. His mistress had called my sacrificial marriage a "joke," and my patient support a farce. For years, I was the fool, the last to realize the depth of his betrayal and the complicity of his world. The shock and sorrow turned swiftly into an arctic calm, a hardened resolve. A fixer doesn't just shatter; she plots. Without a word, I picked up my pen. I would accept the case, make his wife disappear for good. But this time, the "wife" wouldn't just vanish. She would dismantle his empire, piece by agonizing piece, and watch him fall.