I'm Pregnant, And It Isn't My Husband's
Olivia Pearson is just a pawn – a wife bought to rescue her father's ailing business. Her husband, Sebastian, maintains his icy grip over her life and escape feels like a pipe dream. But when Olivia uncovers the secrets of his empire filled with lies and illicit dealings, she decides to take control. The more she tries to figure things out, the more she realizes that the only person who can assist her might be Ethan Blackwood, Sebastian's brother, and the man who has captured her heart.
Now Olivia is sandwiched between two brothers. The choice to make is simple but painfully difficult; the husband who owns her or the difficult, yet enticing lover who comes with freedom.
It remains to be seen what is more perilous: that decision, or the consequences that follow.
THIS IS A SIZZLING NEW ROMANCE – NO HANDS!
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Chapter 4
"The Garner Foundation Gala is tonight," he said, his eyes lingering where her hand held the silk closed. "Marissa will be here at ten with your dress. I expect you to be perfect."
Ice flooded her veins. One week. That's all he'd given her. Tonight marked the end of her reprieve.
He closed the distance between them, his lips brushing her ear. "And after tonight, you'll be wearing much less than that." His fingers pried her hand away, exposing her breast. He licked his lips, "I wouldn't rush this."
"I'll be ready," she managed, hating how her voice shook.
"See that you are." He stepped back, adjusting his platinum cufflinks. "The car will be waiting at seven. Don't disappoint me."
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"You look... stunning."
For once, Sebastian sounded like he meant it. Olivia stepped out in the midnight blue silk gown Marissa had chosen-a dress that hugged every curve with its plunging back leaving her feeling both powerful and naked.
"I feel like I'm wearing your brand," she said, the diamonds at her throat-another Blackwood "gift"-catching the light.
"You are." His eyes darkened as he approached, his hand claiming the small of her back. "And tonight, everyone will know it."
When they arrived, camera flashes exploded around them as Sebastian stepped out and offered his hand.
"Smile," he ordered, squeezing her fingers until it hurt. "Remember what's at stake."
Her smile felt like plastic as they climbed the steps. Reporters fired questions about their whirlwind romance, their private ceremony, how it felt to be Mrs. Blackwood. Sebastian charmed them effortlessly while she froze beside him.
Inside, the Great Hall had been transformed into a fantasy of crystal and white orchids. New York's elite clustered in groups-old money, new money, political power, and cultural influence-all orbiting around the financial gravity of men like Sebastian.
"Sebastian, darling!" A woman's voice sliced through the chatter, rich with familiarity.
Olivia felt Sebastian tense, the only indication that the approaching woman was significant. Tall, statuesque, with platinum blonde hair twisted into an architectural creation that defied gravity, the newcomer moved with the confidence of someone who had never been denied anything.
"Isadora." Sebastian's voice stayed neutral, but his fingers dug into Olivia's waist. "I wasn't aware you were in New York."
"Clearly." Ice-blue eyes dismissed Olivia before returning to Sebastian. "I've been away too long if you've had time to acquire... new interests."
"Meet my wife, Olivia," Sebastian said.
"Wife?" Isadora's perfect face froze for a heartbeat before rearranging themselves into something approximating delight. "Thought it was all rumor. How... impulsive of you, Sebastian. I never thought I'd see the day."
"Life is full of surprises," Sebastian replied smoothly, though Olivia noticed his jaw had tightened.
"Indeed it is."
Isadora's eyes traveled the length of Olivia's body without bothering to disguise her assessment. "So this is what finally tamed the shark." She laughed. "Or have you just found a prettier leash, darling? Someone you think could replace me?"
Before Sebastian could respond, a voice cut through the tension. "You'll have to forgive Isadora, Mrs. Blackwood. She's still bitter about being relegated to the past tense."
Olivia turned to find a distinguished older man with silver hair and sharp eyes that missed nothing. "Richard Garner," he introduced himself, taking her hand. "I've heard fascinating things about you."
"All lies, I'm sure," she replied, surprising herself with her steady voice.
Richard smiled. "On the contrary. Anyone who can make Sebastian Blackwood commit to something other than a hostile takeover deserves my attention."
Sebastian's arm snaked around her waist, warning her. Richard was among the few who dared challenge Sebastian in this city. But Sebastian didn't consider him a threat. Not yet.
"Richard is being modest. His foundation's work with children's education is unparalleled."
"Along with his ability to extract donations from even the most reluctant philanthropists," Isadora added with a predatory smile. "Speaking of which, Sebastian, I need to discuss the Axiom merger with you. In private."
Sebastian's jaw tightened. "Now is hardly the time-"
"Now is exactly the time," Isadora insisted, her hand already on his arm. "Unless you want Raphael Graves to know about the structural weaknesses in the Singapore proposal? That would certainly burn your chances of taking over! Adding to this..." Her finger pointed dismissively at Olivia.
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Something shifted in Sebastian's eyes, that familiar darkness she'd come to dread.
"Excuse us for a moment," he told Olivia, his voice making it clear she was to sit, stay, behave.
Olivia watched Isadora lead him away, her hand sliding down to grab his ass like she owned him. Olivia felt a rush of nausea. Richard Garner watched the exchange with knowing eyes.
"First rule of surviving here," he said quietly, "is figuring out who's an ally and who's a predator." He paused. "Sebastian's always been both." He offered Olivia a glass of champagne. "How are you holding up, truly?"
The unexpected kindness in his tone nearly broke her. "I'm fine," she lied.
"Honey, no one married to Sebastian Blackwood is 'fine,'" Richard replied. "Especially not someone with your... circumstances."
Her blood ran cold. "What circumstances?"
Richard's eyes softened. "Your father's legal troubles. Pearson Innovations' miraculous recovery. The timing of your marriage. He gestured around. "These people make it their business to know what they shouldn't."
Before she could respond, Richard glanced over her shoulder and frowned. "It seems Isadora is being particularly bold tonight. If you'll excuse me, there are others I should greet."
Olivia turned to see Isadora practically climbing Sebastian in a corner, her lips against his ear, her body pressing against his in a way that left no doubt about their history. Rather than push her away, Sebastian's hand rested on her hip, as she whispered something that made his eyes darken with what could only be desire.
Sick with humiliation, Olivia slipped away toward the ladies' room, desperate for a moment's escape. The bathroom was empty when she entered. She gripped the cool sink, breathing deeply to control the tears threatening to spill.
"You shouldn't be alone at your coming-out party," a familiar voice said from behind her.
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8.4
I was drugged and sent to a hotel room to be compromised, but I ended up in the presidential suite with a stranger.
I didn't know the man I clung to in my hallucinogenic haze was my own husband, Devaughn Winters, a man I hadn't spoken to in a year.
When I woke up the next morning, the terror of what I’d done hit me like a physical blow. I fled, leaving behind nothing but a shredded dress and a lingering sense of dread.
I thought I’d finally escaped the cold, suffocating contract of our marriage when I signed the divorce papers, but I was wrong.
My mother-in-law arrived at my apartment, freezing my sick mother’s medical funds and threatening to ruin me for the "infidelity" she claimed I’d committed.
She dragged my secrets into the light, leaving me with no choice but to fight back with a knife in my hand and a 911 call on speaker.
But just as I thought I was free, the man I’d spent the night with—the man who was supposed to be my stranger—tore up our divorce papers and declared that I was his to keep.
I was a pawn in a game I didn't understand, trapped between a ruthless father who wanted to sell me for corporate secrets and a husband who demanded I belong to him in life and in death.
How did he not know who I was that night, and why is he suddenly claiming me as his own?
I’m done being a victim, and if he thinks he can own me, he’s about to find out exactly what happens when a cornered woman decides to burn it all down.
8.0
For six years, I played the perfect, submissive wife to Wall Street titan Francis Castro. I suffocated my own ambitions to fit into his conservative world.
But while I waited alone at a Michelin restaurant, a news alert popped up. My husband had just dropped millions on an aquamarine diamond necklace for his "muse," Chanelle.
The real nightmare began when I rushed home to find our five-year-old son in severe anaphylactic shock. I frantically called Francis from the ambulance, but he manually rejected my calls. He couldn't leave the bidding war for Chanelle's PR launch.
When he finally arrived at the ER, Chanelle was right beside him, wearing that blinding multi-million-dollar necklace. He didn't ask about our dying son.
"Why weren't you watching him?" he demanded, his voice hard and accusing.
And when my son woke up, hazy from the drugs, he rejected my touch and reached for Chanelle instead. Francis just stood there, praising Chanelle for knowing exactly how to calm him down.
I stared at the three of them looking like a perfect, happy family. Six years of swallowing my pride, only to realize my husband would let our son choke to death just to buy another woman's smile.
The last thread of my heart snapped. I handed him the divorce papers, demanding zero alimony. Then, I drove to a hidden Brooklyn loft, cut off my hair, and unlocked my safe.
It was time to resurrect my true identity—the legendary fashion designer, Ember.J. I am going to burn her empire to the ground.
8.4
Cyburris Hospital collapsed, and Director Greg sacrificed his pregnant wife, Ronda, to save his idolized love. Her right hand was crushed, she lost their baby, and he dragged her name through the mud, forcing her to leave with nothing.
With an injured hand and a stillborn child, Ronda fled the country overnight. Three years later, she returned as an international authority on neural regeneration, ready to seek revenge with both hands-one to slap faces, the other to perform surgery.
Her academic revelations exposed scandals, data breaches shook the foundations, the idolized love's reputation crumbled, and the scoundrel was left paralyzed-a complete crash and burn, all in one go.
In the end, she radiated with brilliance at a grand wedding with her ultimate partner, while her ex passed away in solitude in a hospital room.
7.2
I stared at the ceiling tiles of the sterile clinic, counting water stains to keep from screaming. The IVF transfer was complete, but the nurse didn’t call me a mother—she called the life inside me an "asset" for Caldwell Holdings.
When I walked into my husband Alexander’s office to demand a divorce, he didn't even look up from his desk. He just laughed, shredded my legal papers, and told me I was nothing more than a high-end broodmare for his inheritance.
The nightmare only deepened from there. To keep me in line, Alexander fabricated evidence of an affair to destroy my reputation. When I tried to run, he revealed he controlled the facility where my sister was on life support, threatening to pull the plug if I didn't submit.
"One phone call, and her ventilator stops," he whispered.
Even my own parents turned against me, demanding I apologize to Alexander’s mistress just to secure their next business merger. I was a prisoner in my own life, trapped between a husband who wanted to own me and a family that had already sold me. I couldn't understand why everyone was so obsessed with this pregnancy until I saw the fear in Alexander's eyes when his uncle, the powerful Harrison Sterling, started showing up at my door.
I finally hacked into the clinic’s high-security database and found the truth. There had been a catastrophic lab breach the day of my procedure. The donor wasn't some anonymous third party.
I wasn't carrying my husband's child. I was carrying his uncle's heir.
As Alexander sent a hitman to stage a fatal "accident" on the Manhattan Bridge, I realized the war had just begun. This time, I wasn't just fighting for my life—I was holding the nuclear leverage that would burn the Caldwell empire to the ground.
8.7
Clara Vane had everything-wealth, status, and the man she loved. But on the night meant to celebrate her future, everything was stolen. Betrayed by her best friend Sienna and pushed from a rooftop, Clara's life ended in a single, shocking moment.
Then she wakes up three years earlier, given a second chance. This time, she will not be a victim. Armed with the knowledge of the future, Clara watches, plans, and turns the greed and arrogance of her enemies against them. Each calculated move brings her closer to revenge and transforms the innocent girl she once was into a woman of power and precision.
Her path crosses with Alistair Thorne, the city's most feared CEO-a man whose cold, commanding presence makes her pulse race. Dangerous, brilliant, and impossibly alluring, he becomes both ally and challenge, drawing Clara deeper into a world of high stakes, wealth, and deception.
As betrayal lurks behind every door and danger waits in every shadow, Clara must outsmart those who once destroyed her. In a city built on power, money, and lies, she has one choice: rise, survive, and take everything back.
9.4
My Alpha mate abandoned me three years ago, leaving me as a disgraced Omega to raise our two children in a freezing, ruined hovel.
To keep them from starving, I was forced into a humiliating deal with a rogue wolf named Jax, who stole our pack rations and demanded my young son as payment.
The entire pack shunned me, my mother-in-law treated me like dirt, and my children lived in constant fear.
When I finally awakened my ancient Luna bloodline to fight off Jax and feed my kids, Ryker suddenly returned.
But he didn't come to save us. He blasted our door off its hinges, his eyes burning with a murderous rage.
He ignored our starving reality and accused me of selling our bloodline to the rogue.
"Where is the rogue? Who did you trade my bloodline to?!"
I had endured beatings, starvation, and utter humiliation just to keep his children breathing.
I had bled to protect our family. Yet, the moment he returned, he believed the lies of our tormentor and looked at me with the intent to kill.
Why was I the villain in the story of my own survival?
As his powerful inner wolf suddenly whined in submission for the magical food I had cooked, his Alpha command faltered into deep confusion.
He ordered me not to leave his sight until I explained everything.
But looking at the mate who had abandoned us, my mind was crystal clear.
The real question wasn't whether I would leave, but whether he was still worthy of letting me stay.