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 5
Olivia looked up, meeting Ethan Blackwood's eyes in the mirror. "This is the ladies' room."
"And you're the lady my brother is parading around like his newest toy." Ethan approached slowly. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I'm fine," she said automatically.
"No, you're not." Ethan leaned against the counter beside her, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. "I saw what happened out there. Isadora Graves has been Sebastian's on-again, off-again plaything for years. She hates being replaced."
"I haven't replaced anyone," Olivia said bitterly. "I'm just another possession."
"Is that what he's convinced you?" Ethan's voice softened. "That you're nothing but a signature on paper?"
"Isn't that all I am?" Olivia laughed, hollow. "A business deal that breathes."
Ethan's hand came up to brush a strand of hair from her face, the gentle touch so unlike Sebastian's possessive grip that she nearly gasped. "You're more than what he's reduced you to."
"Don't," she whispered, but didn't move away when his fingers trailed along her jawline.
"I called you," he said quietly. "Every day this week. Don't ask how I got your number."
Heat bloomed in her chest. "My phone's cut off... Only calls inside his fancy penthouse."
"He controls everything else," Ethan murmured, his thumb tracing her lower lip. "Don't let him control this too."
The door to the bathroom swung open, then closed again as whoever had started to enter saw them and retreated. The sound snapped Olivia back to reality. She stepped back, her heart pounding.
"I should go back," she said shakily. "Before he notices I'm gone."
Ethan's eyes darkened. "And if I asked you to leave with me instead? Right now?"
For one wild moment, she wanted to say yes-to escape with this man who looked at her like salvation. Then reality crashed back.
"He'd destroy my father," she said quietly. "And probably you too."
"I can handle Sebastian," Ethan said, his voice hardening. "I've been handling him our entire lives."
"But I can't handle what he'd do to my father. We made a deal."
"Deals can be broken," he said, stepping closer again, his hand finding the small of her back. "Especially ones made under duress."
The feel of his touch-gentler than Sebastian's but no less electric-sent heat spiraling through her. "I can't," she whispered, even as she leaned into him.
"Can't?" His lips hovered inches from hers. "Or won't?"
The door burst open. Sebastian filled the doorway, his expression murderous as he took in the scene before him.
"Get your hands off my wife," he said, his voice so quiet it was more terrifying than a shout.
Ethan didn't move. "Your wife was upset. I was making sure she was alright."
"How touching," Sebastian sneered. "Always the hero, aren't you, little brother?"
The tension between them crackled like electricity. Olivia stepped away from Ethan, her heart pounding fast.
"I was just coming back," she said, trying to defuse the situation. "Felt sick for a moment."
"Sick," Sebastian repeated, eyes locked on Ethan. "Was that before or after my brother followed you into the ladies' room?"
"Does it matter?" Ethan challenged. "You were too busy with Isadora to notice your wife's distress."
Something dangerous flashed in Sebastian's eyes. "My relationship with Isadora is business."
"Is that what you call it?" Ethan laughed coldly. "Strange. She used to call it something else entirely."
Sebastian moved lightning-fast, grabbing Olivia's arm and pulling her to his side. "We're leaving," he announced. "Now."
"Sebastian-" she began.
The slap came without warning, cracking across her cheek with enough force to snap her head sideways. Silence fell like a guillotine.
"I said now," Sebastian repeated, deadly quiet.
Ethan lunged forward, fists clenched, ready to strike.
But Sebastian was already dragging Olivia toward the door. "This isn't over," Ethan called after them.
"It was over the day you betrayed the family," Sebastian replied without looking back. "Stay away from my wife."
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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.