Novel & Cerita Annabeth Pregnant

Cheated on, pregnant and now going to be unemployed too. And worse, I knew it was going to take a long time to get over him. I had after all let him in, and made him a huge part of my life. His touch, his smell and every moment we had spent together were going to keep haunting me forever. Like permanent tattoos and scars. As I walked in the airport heading for my flight. I spotted the magazine front page cover which had Annabell on it, her hand on her stomach as she announced that she was pregnant. They were calling it the celebrity billionaire baby.

“You don’t need to panic or worry. Your wife and child are both doing fine.” “Child?!” Ethan exclaimed in disbelief. Vincent and the doctor both furrowed their brows as they turned their attention to him. Annabelle, on the other hand, avoided eye contact with him. “Amber is pregnant? And you knew about this?” he asked Annabelle, who nodded slowly. “Fuck!” he growled and punched the wall. The doctor cleared her throat. “Please, sir, redirect your anger somewhere else and don’t destroy our property.” He clenched his jaw, balled his fists, and stared toward the ER with betrayal looming in his eyes for a moment before walking away. Annabelle sighed in relief with her right hand on her chest, the

I wasn’t ready. Instead, I buried the device face-down, closing my eyes. The hum of the city outside was suffocating. Within the company, whispers had become a gale. People saw me hovering near Anabella’s doorways, checking updates on Peter, looking unhinged. Is she pregnant? Peter—his son or theirs? My PR team worked overtime quashing stories, patching leaks. The press smelled a scandal, and I was the predator—the parent out of wedlock with a secret child.

As Milo marched back to the main hall, muttering to himself, he froze halfway. His tablet, left on the coffee table, was glowing. He hadn’t touched it since this morning. He approached it slowly, picking it up. The screen displayed a new anonymous email. –You Looked Beautiful in the Mirror Today. Below it was an image. An image of Milo, standing in his bathroom, shirtless, brushing his teeth. It was obviously taken from outside the window. His blood ran cold. Behind him, Nolan’s voice cut the silence. “What is it?” Milo didn’t turn around.

He stood and headed upstairs, but his phone screen lit up just then. Face up, right on the edge of the coffee table. One glance was all it took. Clara. The message was a single line: "My stomach's bothering me. The baby keeps kicking." My nails dug hard into my palms to keep from laughing out loud. So she'd planned the pregnancy, too. No wonder she'd been brazen enough to send me those photos and videos. This wasn't provocation — it was a power play. She probably figured that once she was carrying Adrian's child, his blind devotion would guarantee her the title of Mrs. Blackwood.

"Did you really think I'd stay away when I have such important news?" My stomach dropped. She turned to face the council, her hand still on Lucian, her smile growing wider. "My lords and ladies of the council," she announced, her voice ringing through the chamber. "I came here tonight to share wonderful news. Lucian and I are engaged to be married." The world tilted. "And," she continued, her ruby eyes flickering to me with triumph, "I'm pregnant with his child. The first pureblood heir to the Aion bloodline in three centuries."

" What? Laid off? No way. My mouth went dry and a lump formed in my throat, as I stared blankly at Jack. Sudden heat arose behind my eyelids, and my stomach tingled. The room which was as quiet as a graveyard just a few moments ago suddenly became boisterous, and Jack tried calming everyone down, including Kate, who looked like she'd been touched by a ghost. Her face turned pale from the news, an indication that just like everyone, she wasn't aware of the new development before now. A wave of dizziness hit me, and I held the back of my chair for support, analyzing Jack's words carefully.

And though his words hadn’t been filled with promises and romantic declarations, there had been something raw in his voice—an emotion I hadn’t expected from a man who made power plays before breakfast. Still, it didn’t change the reality. I was pregnant. And now he knew. I kicked off my heels and padded barefoot to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water I didn’t really want. My stomach was tight, not from morning sickness but nerves. I hadn’t told anyone else. Not my best friend, not my mom, not even my doctor beyond the confirmation appointment. It was too fragile, too early. Too real. My phone buzzed from the counter. Nathan: I meant what I said. I want to be involved. Let’s take thi

" Deep down, Phoebe knew showing up today wasn't a smart move. She was only forced into the light by Victor's erratic actions. She must have thought she could talk her way out of this mess by sweet-talking me and spinning her usual lies, but in the end, everyone had to pay the price for their actions. Her eyes were full of reluctance as she looked at me. When she noticed everyone holding up their phones and recording her every move, she had no choice but to turn and flee. However, Victor grabbed her leg, clutching his stomach and preventing her from leaving. "Bitch, you're carrying my baby. You can't just walk away…" I noticed blood dripping down his forehead. Since this was a matter of life