
Pregnant Billionaire Heiress Gave Birth To Twins
Eze Cletus · Ongoing · 102.2k Words
Introduction
When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice.
"Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! I love your fucking dick! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other.
She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rootin for him.
Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
Chapter 1
"Congratulations, Mrs. Anabel! You are four months pregnant!" The doctor announced. "Here is the test result. Take a good look at it."
He handed the test result to her, and she went through it. Tears of joy streamed down her delicate face. She had been waiting for this moment for two years, since marrying Desmond.
Her mind flooded with their love story. How he saved her from a dirty gang who wanted to rape her. How they got married and started living together.
Though for the past few months, she was gradually losing her husband to a lady his mother and his sister wanted him to marry.
They fired all their maids so that she would have a lot of work to do in the house. They abuse and treat her like a maid, but she endures it all. Now that she was pregnant, she believed they would support and love her again. She believes they will stop abusing her.
She rushed out of the door and headed to her car. Once she got inside, she dialed her husband's number.
"Hi Honey, I have a good..." Her voice hung in the air. She couldn't finish what she was saying. The filthy sounds and voice she was hearing left her flabbergasted. She had to take another look on the phone screen to confirm it was her husband. She confirmed and put the phone back on her ear.
This time, she could hear a feminine voice moaning loudly, "Yes, baby! Ahhhh! Fuck me harder! I love your fucking dick! Fuck me like you have never fucked that bitch!"
Anabel could recognize the voice. It was her husband rival, the lady her husband's mother was rooting for.
"Ohh! Yesss! Tell me much you hate that bitch!" Anabel heard the lady spoke. The lady had intentionally picked the call and dropped the phone so that Anabel could hear them.
"She's so disgusting. I love you more than her. You are so sweet." Anabel heard her husband answer. She could also hear the sound of skin slapping against the other. At this moment, she couldn't bear it and hanged up.
Her heart was shattered. She knew that Desmond was seeing her secretly and his mother was rooting her for him, but she never knew he had been cheating. Her tears turned from joy to sadness. She looked down at her tummy and rubbed on it. "You will bring my love back to me."
Anabel got back home to meet, Mrs. Elizabeth, her husband's mother, drinking and chatting with Bella, her husband's younger sister.
"Mom! Desmond had been cheating on me with Daniella!" She announced, expecting them to be shocked, but instead, the mother and daughter looked at each other and laughed
"Oh! she's just finding out!" Mrs. Elizabeth said and turned her attention to Anabel. "You came to report to me that my son is cheating on you with my future daughter inlaw? Can you hear yourself?"
"I don't know what you are talking about. The last time I checked, Desmond is my husband and he never told me he's going to marry that husband snatcher." Anabel replied.
"How dare you call my potential daughter-in-law a husband snatcher!" She rose up from her seat and slapped Anabel across the face. "The next time you say that, I'm going to punish you beyond your expectation."
"Did you just slap me?" Anabel asked, placing her hand on the hurting spot.
"Yes! And I will slap you over and over again if you don't learn your lesson. You are the husband snatcher and not her. She's my son's fiancée and my future daughter-in-law."
"What are you saying? I've been married to your son for two years, and he loved me. Why all these?" At this moment, tears were rolling down her eyes.
"Love? My son never loved you. He only got married to you out of pity. You were never his choice. You are just a country bumpkin, saved by my son. You were never qualified to marry my son. I've been keeping cool, waiting for my true daughter-in-law. Now that she's back, Desmond is going to marry her."
"Desmond loved me. He will not marry her," Anabel protested.
"I can see you are ignorant of what has been going on," Bella spoke up. "For the past three months, my brother and Daniella have been seeing each other. You know what they used to do? They do have sex and lots of it. But you are so stupid that you never knew until today."
"What? I thought they were just seeing each other."
"Oh, you thought." Mrs. Elizabeth mocked. "That is to tell how foolish you are. I'm only waiting for her to get pregnant. Once she conceives, we will be done with you. He will have a valid reason to divorce you."
"Yeah!" Bella supported. "Who in his right senses will stick with a barren woman? Who knows how many abortions you have done that got your womb damaged."
"What are you saying, Bella? I've never done an abortion before." Anabel tried to defend herself. "Desmond is the man who broke my virginity. I'm not a barren woman."
"Don't try to deny it, Anabel." Mrs. Elizabeth cautioned her. "A slum slut is calling herself a virgin. Do you take us as fools or what? For two years, all you have been doing is eating and wasting my son's strength on the bed. My son had been blinded by love, but very soon, his eyes will clear, and he will see the reasons to stand with me and divorce you."
"You are sounding as if Desmond is doing the right thing and I'm bad. Talking of divorce, I'm the one who is supposed to file for a divorce. Your son is cheating on me."
"And what are you waiting for?" Mrs. Elizabeth asked. "Tell him that you want a divorce once he comes back, and everything will be settled."
"I won't do that. I love him. Even though he cheated, I still love him. I believe she seduced him. It's all planned to weaken me, and I won't divorce him."
"I know that is what you will say. You can never say the truth." Bella smirked at her.
"Which truth?"
"Everyone knows that you are sticking around my brother because he's rich. You can't survive without him. Will you? You are afraid that if he divorces you, you won't have anywhere to go."
Last Chapters
#127 You are not responsible for my pregnancy
Last Updated: 1/18/2026#126 I want a divorce
Last Updated: 1/18/2026#125 Finalized
Last Updated: 1/17/2026#124 Divorce paper
Last Updated: 1/17/2026#123 Wedding night
Last Updated: 1/17/2026#122 Unnecessary excuses
Last Updated: 1/17/2026#121 Confusion
Last Updated: 1/17/2026#120 Wedding day
Last Updated: 1/17/2026#119 His mother called him
Last Updated: 1/17/2026#118 A day to the wedding
Last Updated: 1/17/2026
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