Pregnancy Novels

The college girl my husband sponsored is pregnant. She teamed up with him to poison me. They took my house, my car, and my entire company. They even beat my beloved Golden Retriever, Lucky, to death. He whimpered and crawled to my clothes, taking his last breath right there. In the end, they cooked him into a stew. Those two monsters laughed and ate every single bite. 1 I opened my eyes. I felt something warm on my hand―it was Lucky, licking my fingers by the bedside. A wave of shock a

I fell while pregnant, and my husband rushed me to the hospital. But he missed a call from his childhood sweetheart. Her mother suffered a heart attack and died because she wasn't rescued in time. On the day of the funeral, the sweetheart took her own life by drinking poison. Consumed by guilt and regret, my husband blamed everything on me. At our son's hundred-day party, he forced six bottles of toxins down my throat. His eyes were filled with nothing but pure hatred. "If it weren't for

1 My billionaire CEO husband, who once swore he never wanted children, suddenly produced a six-year-old son out of thin air. A quiet investigation revealed that his kept mistress was pregnant again. Even my mother-in-law had secretly dispatched private staff to pamper her. When the truth blew wide open, Logan Prescott and I collided in a bitter standoff. My parents heard the news and rushed to talk me down. "The Prescott Group is a multi-billion-dollar empire, Elena! How could they survive

Every time my husband went to stay with his childhood sweetheart, I burned one of the love letters he once wrote me. I had just burned the ninety-ninth one. "Yara is terrified of the dark, and she can't be left alone right now. Besides, it's not like we can be intimate while you're pregnant. I'll be back tomorrow morning." I calmly pulled out a medical report. Sterling was in such a rush to get to her that he signed the bottom without even looking at the text. He tried to pacify me with a fa

It was the day before our eighth wedding anniversary. My wife's male best friend posted an update on social media. "We're pregnant! Hoping for a sweet little princess!" Attached was a photo of a happy family of three. I zoomed in on the picture. He had his arms wrapped around my five-year-old son and my wife, who had just found out she was one month pregnant. I sneered and left a comment underneath. "Congratulations. If it's not a girl, you two can always keep trying!" A second later, th

1 I was arguing with Jake, my husband, in our crummy apartment on Valentine's Day, of all days, when some extremist psycho set the place on fire and burned us both alive. It was horrific. Then I woke up. And we were back. Back when I was pregnant, and we were making the worst decision of our lives �C the abortion. Last time around, Jake and I were high school sweethearts. Married for three years. But the second I told him I was expecting, he wanted me to terminate. Looking back, I know there

1. The little bird Gareth Huxley kept in his gilded cage was eight months pregnant and ready to pop. He handed me the divorce papers. Again. In our four years of marriage, this was the fourth time he had asked for a divorce for the sake of his mistress. This time, I didn't say a word. I simply signed my name with a steady hand. Gareth let out a sigh of relief. He even reached out, trying to be sweet as he made his hollow promise. "Once the baby's legal paperwork for the trust fund is final

Chapter 1 My husband's young mistress is pregnant with his child. He brought her home on our wedding anniversary. "Chloe is delicate, so you need to clean the house three times a day. There shouldn't be a single speck of dust," he commanded. "She also loves peace and quiet. You'll move out to sleep at night and only come back during the day." After a long silence, I handed him the divorce papers I had prepared. The housekeeper urged me to just endure it, but my husband signed the documents

Eight months into my pregnancy, I knelt for three hours in front of 999 blind boxes. I finally pulled the hidden edition designer figure I wanted. I couldn't wait to show my husband. But when I pushed open the door, a wave of suffocating 125-degree heat hit me. Four space heaters were cranked to the max. Every floor-to-ceiling window was locked tight. As I reached out to turn them off, my husband's assistant blocked my path. "Ma'am, don't touch those. I'm freezing. The doctor said I have a

1. "My only crime was opening a window for some fresh air. That tiny bit of breeze supposedly gave my husband's precious childhood friend a cold. In a fit of rage, Callum ordered his men to drag me to the sub-zero meat locker in the basement. And I was five months pregnant. 'Don't think that carrying my heir gives you the right to bully Vivianne,' he spat. 'If she loses so much as a single hair because of you, I'll make you pay a hundred times over!' I was shivering uncontrollably, sobbin

1. After three years of marriage, I was finally pregnant. I grabbed the insulated lunch bag, ready to go to my husband's office and tell him the wonderful news. But his chief assistant mistook me for some cheap slut trying to sleep her way to the top. She dumped the scalding hot food over my head, ripped my dress, and beat me until I lost the baby. "A kitchen maid dares to seduce Mr. Moretti? And dares to get pregnant with his child?" "Today, I'll show you the fate that awaits any whore wh

1 I'm a family doctor, and my life took a very unexpected turn with the Aldridge family. It all started with Edward Aldridge's accidental overdose on a new designer drug. He was in critical condition, and somehow, I became the antidote. I got pregnant, just like that. One and done. We got married, and I gave birth to a beautiful set of twins, a boy and a girl, as bright as buttons. But married life wasn't the fairy tale I'd imagined. Edward forbade the kids from calling him Dad. He spent

At the homecoming gala for his first love, Silas Thorne, the golden boy of the New York elite, forced me to drink a full glass of whiskey just to make her smile. I was pregnant and in agonizing pain. My white dress was slowly being stained with blood. Silas didn't care. He was too busy feeding his first love expensive delicacies while his friends cheered them on. As I drifted into unconsciousness, I heard him let out a disdainful sneer. "Don't worry about her. She's just a pet I keep in a gi

Which is more lethal―a high fever while seven months pregnant, or a meat locker set to thirty below? When he locked me in that freezer for the sake of that woman, the poisoned vows in my digital recorder were hissing like a snake. "Is a termination even considered a surgery?" "Your prenatal report will show the fetus is deformed." "This is the only Lockwood heir. Even if it dies, I will have it preserved as a specimen." I touched my bleeding thigh and smiled. The 178 fertility shots I endu

1. I was seven months pregnant, but because I refused to donate my bone marrow to his ex-girlfriend, my husband, the tech mogul Jackson "Jax" Sterling, threatened me with the one thing I held dear: Havenwood, the group home where I grew up. He forced me to sign the consent form for the bone marrow donation. "Look, it's just some marrow. You might lose the baby? So what. At least Vivian will live." The transplant was a success. But as I lay on the operating table, weak from premature labor an

1 My wife, Sarah, just couldn't get pregnant. We decided to try IVF. Before the embryos were even made, I caught her switching my sperm with her high school sweetheart's sample. I didn't say a word. Just switched it back. And then, just for good measure, I swapped out Sarah's eggs with my ex-girlfriend, Jennifer's. Twenty-five years later, Sarah's old flame showed up at my door, trying to claim my son: "Dustin, I'm your real dad!" ... Dustin and I got home from a medical research trip to

Lyra Vance had always kept a place in her heart for her dead first love. She still wore the red silk cord he had given her years ago. Secretly, she was always looking for men who shared his face. On her birthday, she finally found him. The man looked exactly like her lost love, and his attentive nature won her over instantly. At the same time, she dropped a bombshell―she was pregnant. As I watched her belly grow over the following months, I knew our marriage had reached its expiration date

On the day of our engagement party, my fiancée dropped a bomb on me. She told me she was pregnant with her male best friend's baby. "You know Chase has always had health issues," Rowena said softly. "I couldn't just stand by and watch his family line end." Under the stunned stares of all our friends and family, Rowena fell straight into Chase's arms. "Thank you so much, baby. You went through so much for me," Chase whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around her. He then looked right at me w

1 After completing my mission to redeem the tragic second male lead, I found out I was pregnant. He swore he would treat me right for the rest of our days and begged me to stay in his world. So, I gave up my chance to return home. I helped my husband build an empire as the CEO of a publicly traded corporation, gave our child the finest life, and quietly sacrificed everything for this family. Eight years later, the female lead returned to the States. My husband started staying out all night,

1 I dated Ethan because I owed his family a debt. It took three years to finally feel accepted by that possessive, obsessive man. I married him at twenty, unexpectedly got pregnant, and had Evan. Even after seven years, there was still no wedding. He was always insecure, constantly testing my boundaries, needing constant reassurance that I loved him. And Evan, mimicking his father, never learned to respect me. Then, Mom died. I handled the cremation alone and dragged myself home, exhausted. On