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 Pregnant With The CEO's Child And Being Hunted

Pregnant With The CEO's Child And Being Hunted

"Not only is Kiara so stupid thinking I love her, she's fat, ugly and stinky and unlike you darling, you have the perfect skin, lips and shape. No doubt you're the finest woman here in Q city." “Really?” the lady asked him with smile covering her red painted lips. "Then, why are you still with her? Why don't you get married to me instead?" “Of course I'll get married to you and not her. So be rest assured..." ......... Kiara Dean thought she had the perfect life. Born from a wealthy family, with her boyfriend so crazy in love with her, what else could she ask for. Unexpectedly, she found out her boyfriend didn't love her as he claimed and even had an affair with another lady behind her back. Having caught him, she went to a bar to drink her pain away and had a one-night-stand with a stranger. It was like being bitten by a dog! She got pregnant and gave birth to a child for the stranger. Years later, she bumped into the most powerful man in the city who had identical appearance of her kid and she was shocked. Could he be the one? Is he be the father of my kid?" She shivered. Unbeknownst to her, she was acquainted to him than she thought. The powerful man pinned her down, placing a kiss on her lips while saying affectionately, "Don't try to escape again because you're the woman of my dreams.." She was stunned. Was he really the father of her kid?
Entangled with mr billionaire

Entangled with mr billionaire

"Curiosity killed the kitty Miss Barbara ." My body stiffened. Slowly I turned around just to see Mr. Parker standing in front of me with hands in his trouser pockets. I bit my lip. I thought he would be angry but when I looked at him. His face showed no emotion. He then started walking towards me I moved back. This continued until my back hit the door. Then he placed his one hand on my side, leaning forward, close to me. "What was rule number three Miss Barbara ." His face was extremely close to mine my breath got hitched. I couldn't answer his question why? Because I was more focused in the distance between us. "I asked you something Miss Barbara ." He said again. "T-That t-there a-are prohibited areas i-in the house where shouldn't g-go. "It seems like you remember the rules. This room is one of those prohibited areas. So, from next time think before you put yourself into trouble. I just stared at his eyes. I was lost in those pair of sea-coloured eyes. No other guy has ever affected me this much as Mr. Parker. I get nervous around him. I don't know what this feeling is but this feeling is different. A feeling that I have never felt for anyone. "Understood?" he said again. I nodded . "Yes Mr. Parker." Parker Luke, 25 year old billionaire. Arrogant, handsome, ruthless, the only thing matters to him is his son and his work. Sarah Barbara , 24 year old simple and bubbly girl, who lives with her Nanny in an orphanage. What will happen when Sarah comes as a babysitter of Luke's son? Let's find out in the story.....
Trapped By The Phantom: His Little Lamb

Trapped By The Phantom: His Little Lamb

I woke up to the screech of a megaphone and realized I had transmigrated into a YA novel called *Roses Under Thorns*. I wasn't the beloved heroine. I was Chloe Carrillo, a disposable scholarship student whose only purpose was to die in a tragic car crash to advance the plot. Desperate to survive, I tried to become invisible. But fate played a sick joke, making me the roommate of the female lead and drawing the suffocating, obsessive attention of her powerful brother, Dean Gibbs. While desperately avoiding Dean's controlling grasp, my nightmare worsened. An untraceable cyberstalker began hunting me. He called me "Little Lamb." He left a burner phone in my secret library hideout, sent photos of me taken from ceiling vents, and texted me the moment I stepped out of the dorm shower. "The water looks warm. Enjoy your shower." The police couldn't help, and asking Dean meant trading one terrifying cage for another. I didn't understand why this was happening. I was supposed to be a nobody, yet I was trapped in an invisible web, monitored every second of my life. Refusing to be a victim, I tracked down the university's legendary phantom hacker, Ashton Bridges. I handed him my devices, begging him to trace the stalker, thinking I had finally found a safe ally. I didn't know that as soon as the lab door closed behind me, he pulled up a live camera feed of my bedroom, his lips curving into a predatory smile. "Little Lamb, you walked right into my arms."
The Jilted Wife's Spectacular High Society Return

The Jilted Wife's Spectacular High Society Return

On our third wedding anniversary, I spent six hours preparing a perfect dinner for my billionaire husband. But when I went into his study, I accidentally unlocked his private server and discovered my entire marriage was a sham. He explicitly chose me—a girl with zero background and zero resources—just to build a "controlled environment" to punish and provoke his ex-girlfriend. When I confronted him and demanded a divorce, he violently yanked me back, causing me to crash into a marble table. I was six weeks pregnant. As I bled out on the floor, he just stood there and watched coldly. Later at the hospital, his ex strutted into my room to mock my miscarriage. Worse, I overheard my husband telling his partner that he let me fall on purpose to eliminate any permanent ties, and even bribed the doctor to falsely declare me permanently infertile. "She has no resources. In thirty days, she'll be begging to come back." He sneered, confident that his meticulously designed cage had broken me completely. He thought I was just a pathetic charity case he could throw away. He didn't know that before I became his docile wife, I was "The Shepherd," an underground racing champion with 45 million dollars sitting in an offshore bank account. I took off my blood-stained coat, left his diamond ring on the table, and initiated a million-dollar transfer. This time, I was playing by my own rules.
Beyond Forgiveness: A Husband's Vengeance

Beyond Forgiveness: A Husband's Vengeance

My wife, Sarah, and I had a perfect life plan: no kids, just us, travel, and careers. To seal the deal, I underwent a vasectomy. I came home that day, a bag of frozen peas on my groin, feeling a strange mix of relief and finality, ready to celebrate. But Sarah didn't want to celebrate. She sat beside me, her grip tight, and said, "There's something I need to tell you. I've changed my mind about kids. I want one now. With Ethan." The name of her college flame hit me like a punch. My blood ran cold. She looked at her perfectly manicured nails, explaining calmly, "Since you can't have children now, it actually works out perfectly." She expected me to help raise this child, to be part of their "modern family." The audacity, the sheer, calculated cruelty of it, stole my breath. She had waited, let me go through with an irreversible procedure, then dropped this monstrous bomb. How could someone be so utterly devoid of empathy for the wreckage she’d caused? My mother, Maria, had always said Sarah was a sweet girl, but this was a bottomless abyss of betrayal. I stared at the woman I loved, the woman who had just slit my future open from navel to throat. "I want a divorce, Sarah," I said, the words heavy and final. My love, once a blazing fire, was now a smoldering ruin. In its place, something hard and unforgiving was beginning to grow. This wasn't just a breakup; this was an act of war, and I was going to make sure she paid for every calculated lie.
The Billionaire's Obsession (Owned)

The Billionaire's Obsession (Owned)

*Seventeen years ago* Mr Daniel Pablo, head of the famous and most powerful gang in all of New York, my father. He owned and controlled one of the biggest mob in Brooklyn. It was evening, he sat regally on his lush couch, smoking from his pipe, releasing thick smoke into the atmosphere, not minding that I was there with him, and I was only a ten year old boy. I raised my head, watching him keenly as he sucked in air and slowly breathed out thick white smoke, staring into space, one would tell he was lost in his thoughts. "Honey!" Mom cat walked into the lounge, wearing a red tight dress with a pair of high heeled shoes which clanged the marbled floor as she moved. "My love" dad moved the pipe and kissed her on her lips, staining his lips with her thick red lipstick. Of course, even an animal would tell that they were deeply in love with each other. "Garry is coming tomorrow.... for a business meeting" he placed the pipe at his side stool and made my mom sit on his laps. "Oh really?.... it's been a long time" she smiled, snuggling closer to him getting into his mouth, forgetting that I was there. Mom's eyes moved and her gaze landed on my eyes, I then looked away, continuing with the book I had in my hands. "Mario my son... It's time for bed, let's go" she walked over and took the book from me. "Let's go sweet" she said, I got up and moved. "It's already late" she added, walking with me till we got to the stairs. "Yvonne!.... Come take Mario to his room, it's time for bed" She called the maid servant. Of course, she never puts me to bed by herself, she was always busy. "Alright Mario.... Let's go" the lady reached out and took hold of my hand. " Don't! " I half yelled with my little voice as I withdrew my hand. Lady Yvonne, the new caretaker was startled as she let go of me, her face all scrunched up in surprise. "Oh, He doesn't like people touching him" Mom said from where she was, probably tangling her tongue with dad's. "Oh I'm sorry dear let's go" lady Yvonne led me upstairs to bed. ★The next day★ "Sir Pablo!, So good to see you" Mr Garry smiled as he fist bumped dad's gloved hand. Dad's hands were always gloved with knuckle gloves which covered half his fingers and his palms. Seeing him, you would think he was about to fight someone but no, it was just a normal accessory he fancied. "Garry, Have a seat" they both sat and started talking. Meanwhile mom and Garry's wife Mrs Monika had long been engaged in their feminine discussion as they talked and laughed. My gaze traveled and rested on Racheal their daughter who by right was supposed to be my friend but thanks to me, we weren't friends, because I didn't like having friends. "Mario honey, Go play with Racheal" Aunt Monika said, all smiles. I stared at her for some time with my usual unsmiling and stoic face. "What do you take me for ma'am? Playing is for kids, I'm not a small child" I said with an irritated expression and moved my gaze over to Racheal who sat on the marbled floor, playing and talking to herself. I could sense that Mrs Monika was shocked and felt a bit disrespected because I sounded that way. "My goodness!... Mario honey!" Mom released one of her fake laughs trying to cover up my actions, I just stared at her not bothered at all. "How about you be nice and show her to the library" mom smiled at me, there was an underlying meaning to her smile which only I understood, she always did it whenever she was trying to warn me. "Racheal dear, go with Mario to the library" Mom smiled brightly at the little girl. "Okay" she got up from the ground and skipped down to me, she made an attempt to touch me but I moved back, sending a glare her way. "Don't touch me" I hissed as I climbed the stairs, Racheal following slowly behind me. "Hahaha.... don't mind him Monika, kids can really be a handful at times" That was my mom, still trying to cover up. ★present ★ "I do not understand you Mario, is it that you are not man enough or your dick is paralysed?" Dad asked me looking pissed. " Father I..." I didn't even know what to say because the one who should be pissed was me, not even dad. " Or are you gay!?, Tell me Mario, why you have decided to die single!, you go about fucking your fellow men huh?, you chase after dicks? " " Dad!, I'm not gay!, Okay?, .... Just let me be" I looked away. " Then why have you refused to get married?, Racheal is there, and she won't remain single for ever, look at me" he spread his arms proudly. " Look at me, I'm a real man, and I proved it by getting married to your mother and having you, why do you want this legacy to end in your hands, son?, your mother and I are getting old" " Dad enough with that shit, I do not love Racheal or any other female out there!, I cannot love any female dad!, is it so hard for you to understand!?" "Shut up!" Dad swung his hand and hit me hard on my face. " Don't talk to me that way, I'm your father" My face stung really badly, my