When My Sister Stole My Unborn Baby

On my wedding day, Nicholas, my fiancé, was found with my sister, Kailani, in the lounge, and I became the butt of everyone's jokes. That was when Gianni, my childhood friend, stepped up before everyone's eyes and proposed to me, loudly promising to protect me. After we were married, he treated me with great care and respect. Unfortunately, he seemed unable to consummate our marriage. It wasn't until this year, after undergoing IVF, that I finally became pregnant. Since then, he pampered me even more. I thought he was my real destination, until the day I overheard a conversation between him and his friend, Travis. "Gianni, that's too much. Maxine's been nothing but good to you. How could you swap the embryos so Maxine would carry Kailani’s child because she didn’t want to go through childbirth?" "With the baby due in two months, what’s your plan?" He paused for a moment before letting out a sigh.

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The next morning, Gianni accompanied me to my prenatal check-up. Throughout the appointment, he was attentive, asking the doctor all sorts of questions. The doctor smiled and remarked, "Your husband is really attentive. You don't find many men with such responsibility these days."

Gianni held my hand, his eyes filled with warmth. "This child is a long-awaited blessing. Of course, I'll take good care of everything."

As we left the examination room, we bumped into Kailani. She was wearing a loose summer dress, and as soon as she saw us, a self-satisfied look flickered through her eyes. I glanced at her conspicuously protruding belly and couldn't help but smirk inwardly. No wonder she'd claimed it was a coincidence to be pregnant at the same time as me. She'd planned this all along.

She walked up to me with a mischievous grin. "Hey, sis, when's your due date?" She reached out to touch my belly. My gaze turned icy, and I swatted her hand away.

"What do you think you're doing?" Kailani's face darkened, a flash of irritation crossing her eyes.

Just as she was about to speak, I lowered my head, placed a hand over my stomach, and murmured weakly, "My stomach... it hurts a little..."

Her words caught in her throat, her smug expression disappearing instantly. Gianni immediately supported me, sounding worried. "Did the check-up take too long? Do you want to head back and rest?"

His voice was filled with concern, but I clearly saw his reassuring gaze fixed on Kailani. I lowered my eyes and softly said, "I need to use the restroom."

He frowned, wanting to come with me, but I waved him off. "No need, you wait here."

He hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded. "Take care."

I headed to the restroom, and as soon as I shut the door, I saw him hurrying away. Unsurprisingly, he was going to comfort Kailani.

I quietly followed and stood at a distance, watching him calming her down with a patient and gentle tone.

Kailani pouted, "Have you developed feelings for her? She was so rude to me just now, and you didn't even stand up for me. Deep down, do you still have feelings for her?"

Gianni sighed helplessly, softly consoling her, "I'm just thinking about the child. After all, she is..."

He didn't finish his sentence but pulled a beautifully crafted jewelry box from his pocket, taking out a brand-new bracelet and gently placing it on her wrist. His voice was tender, "Here's the new bracelet you wanted last time. I got it for you."

Kailani's expression softened, a satisfied smirk appearing on her lips. "I made a lot from that stock you recommended last time. Got any more tips for me?"

Standing there watching the scene unfold, I couldn't help but find it laughably absurd. Gianni, using everything of mine to please her.

After turning away, I took out my phone and made a call. "Hi, I just need to confirm the surgery schedule."

"Yes, everything will be ready for tomorrow."

Behind me, Gianni's familiar footsteps came to an abrupt stop.

"Tomorrow?" His voice carried a hint of confusion. "Where are you going?"

I turned to face him, meeting his gaze with a faint smile. "I've scheduled a prenatal photoshoot. I thought a family portrait might be a nice keepsake."

His expression shifted slightly, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

I deliberately raised an eyebrow, my tone lighthearted. "What? You don’t want to join me?"

He opened his mouth, his eyes evasive. "It's not that... I'm just worried you'll get too tired, and I have a meeting at the office tomorrow. Maybe we should reschedule?"

Looking at him, I chuckled softly, my voice gentle and understanding. "It's fine, work is important. I can go alone."

He seemed to relax, smiling as he affectionately ruffled my hair. "You're so understanding. What would I do without you?"

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The fluorescent lights in Dr. Sarah Chen's office hummed with a steady, almost soothing rhythm. I sat in the stiff plastic chair, my fingers absently tracing the rim of my wedding ring as I waited. The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and old magazines—a sterile, impersonal space that felt miles away from the birthday celebration Vincent had promised me tonight. "Elizabeth?" Dr. Chen's voice pulled me from my thoughts as she entered, a manila folder tucked under her arm. Her expression was carefully neutral, but something in her eyes made my stomach clench. "How are you feeling today?" she asked, settling into her chair across from me. The small talk felt wrong, like a prelude to something terrible. "I've been getting those headaches," I said, forcing a smile.

Modern Mystery Romance

7.7

He Saved Her, I Lost Our Child

7.7

For three years, I kept a secret ledger of my husband's sins. A point system to decide exactly when I would leave Blake Santos, the ruthless Underboss of Chicago. I thought the final straw would be him forgetting our anniversary dinner to comfort his "childhood friend," Ariana. I was wrong. The real breaking point came when the restaurant ceiling collapsed. In that split second, Blake didn't look at me. He dove to his right, shielding Ariana with his body, leaving me to be crushed under a half-ton crystal chandelier. I woke up in a sterile hospital room with a shattered leg and a hollow womb. The doctor, trembling and pale, told me my eight-week-old fetus hadn't survived the trauma and blood loss. "We tried to get the O-negative reserves," he stammered, refusing to meet my eyes. "But Dr. Santos ordered us to hold them. He said Miss Whitfield might go into shock from her injuries." "What injuries?" I whispered. "A laceration on her finger," the doctor admitted. "And anxiety." He let our unborn child die to save the blood reserves for his mistress’s paper cut. Blake finally walked into my room hours later, smelling of Ariana’s perfume, expecting me to be the dutiful, silent wife who understood his "duty." Instead, I picked up my pen and wrote the final entry in my black leather book. *Minus five points. He killed our child.* *Total Score: Zero.* I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just signed the divorce papers, called my extraction team, and vanished into the rain before he could turn around.

Modern Romance

8.8

When My Miracle Pregnancy Revealed My Husband’s Billionaire Lies

8.8

The phone's vibration against my nightstand woke me before my alarm could. Groggily, I reached for it, squinting at the screen: *New York Fertility Center*. My heart skipped a beat as I swiped to answer. "Mrs. Hudson?" Dr. Keller's voice came through, professional but with an undercurrent of something I couldn't quite place. "Yes, this is Taylor," I said, sitting up straighter against the headboard, suddenly wide awake. The silk sheets pooled around my waist as I braced myself for another disappointment—our sixth failed IVF attempt in seven years of marriage. "I'm calling with your results." A brief pause. "Congratulations, Taylor.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

My Husband Married His Brother's Widow

9.4

Norah Whitfield married Garrett Calloway in a courthouse with no guests, no dress, and no announcement — because his family's tradition demanded secrecy until she bore a son. For six years, she raised their daughter Birdie alone, swallowing her loneliness while Garrett built his empire. When Garrett's brother dies unexpectedly, his widow Sloane moves into the family orbit — and into Garrett's bed. He promises Norah it's temporary: just a child to carry on his brother's name. But when Norah catches Garrett proposing to Sloane inside her own grandmother's cottage, using her inheritance as the backdrop for another woman's fairy tale, she realizes the only person who was ever "temporary" was her. With divorce papers in one hand and her daughter in the other, Norah vanishes. But Garrett isn't prepared for what she takes with her — or for the woman she becomes when she stops waiting for him to choose her.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.2

Rising From The Ashes Of Betrayal

7.2

I spent my whole life trying to fit into the "Kensington aesthetic," dyeing my hair blonde and playing dumb just to earn a crumb of my father's approval. But when the manor went up in flames, I realized I was never a daughter to them-I was just an inconvenience. I lay pinned under a heavy oak beam, the smell of copper and burnt sugar filling my lungs. My father, Arthur, stood in the doorway with my brothers, looking like a phalanx of saviors, but their eyes weren't on me. They rushed past my outstretched, bloody hand to save my sister, Karly, who was huddled in a corner without a scratch on her. My brother Archer scooped her up like spun glass, stepping over my crushed leg without a second glance. Just before they crossed the threshold, Karly looked back at me and smiled-a small, victorious, terrifying smile. My father didn't offer help; he just shouted that I was an arsonist and slammed the door, sentencing me to burn alive in my own bedroom. As the crystal chandelier melted and crashed toward me, I didn't feel fear anymore. I felt a guttural, distilled hate for the family that left me to die because of a lie. I had spent my life begging for scraps at a table that was never meant for me, and I died realizing they never loved me at all. "If I come back," I promised into the void, "I will burn you all down." I gasped for air and woke up in my bed, the smell of lavender replacing the smoke. It was September 14th, five years before the fire, the exact week I had started ruining myself to please them. I looked in the mirror, scrubbed off the pathetic makeup mask, and realized the old, desperate Kala was dead. If I was going to burn, I'd make sure they were the ones who felt the heat first. "Queen is back online," I whispered.

Modern Mystery

8.6

Silver Eyes, Golden Mark!

8.6

A forbidden mark. A fallen prince. A destiny that could burn kingdoms. Avalora spent her life hiding the strange mark on her wrist. But the night it starts to glow, every magical creature begins hunting her. Saved by the mysterious Fallen Prince, she is dragged into a world of shadows, prophecies, and deadly secrets. She hates him... until she discovers that her fate is tied to his, and her touch might be the only thing keeping him alive. But loving him could destroy the world. Or save it!

Fantasy Modern Mystery

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