Pregnant Oracle: The CEO's Most Dangerous Mistake

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.

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Anona woke up in a room she didn't recognize. The sheets were high thread count, gray. The walls were lined with art that cost more than her life.

Harrison's penthouse.

A doctor was packing up his bag by the door.

"The fetus is stable, for now," the doctor said to Harrison, who was standing by the window. "But her stress levels are a ticking clock. Any significant shock, physical or emotional, could be catastrophic."

Harrison nodded. Leave us.

He walked to the bed. Anona sat up, clutching the duvet.

Thank you, she whispered. For last night.

Harrison poured a glass of water from a crystal carafe. Don't misunderstand. I was protecting the stock price. Caldwell dropped fifteen percent this morning.

He handed her the glass. His fingers lingered on hers for a second too long.

Her phone rang on the nightstand. Father.

Anona picked it up.

You ungrateful wretch! Burrell Blanchard's voice was so loud Harrison could hear it. You destroyed the merger! Get home now!

Anona's hand shook. I'm not coming back.

If you don't, Burrell hissed, I'm calling the hospital. Your sister's ventilator gets turned off in an hour.

Anona dropped the phone.

Harrison stepped forward. What did he say?

Anona swung her legs out of bed. I have to go. They're going to kill her.

I'll drive you, Harrison said.

No. Anona stood up, swaying slightly. This is family business. If you get involved, the stock tanks further. Stay out of it.

She grabbed her purse and ran out.

Harrison watched her go. He pulled out his phone.

Vance, he said to his head of security. Follow her. And find out where her sister is hospitalized. Now.

The library at the Blanchard estate smelled of cigars and betrayal.

Anona walked in. Christy was there, crying into a handkerchief.

Burrell Blanchard threw a whiskey glass at Anona's feet. It shattered, shards flying.

Apologize to Christy! Burrell roared. And sign a statement saying you faked that video!

Anona looked at her father. She slept with my husband. And you want me to apologize?

Eleanor stepped forward. Christy brought the new funding agreement. If you cooperate, the family is saved.

Anona felt cold. So you're selling me. Again.

Christy looked up, her eyes dry and hard. It's not just money, Anona. It's for your sister. Sign the confession, or we stop the payments.

Anona lunged at her.

Burrell moved to shove Anona, but she sidestepped him, her body tense. A sharp pain exploded low in her abdomen from the sudden movement, making her gasp.

Sign it! Burrell pointed to a document on the desk. Admission of Mental Incompetence and Fabrication of Evidence.

Anona looked at the paper. If she signed, she lost her freedom. She lost her baby.

But if she didn't...

She picked up the pen. Her hand trembled violently.

She lowered the tip to the paper.

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Four years ago, to protect the man I loved from losing his billionaire empire, I drugged his drink, told him I only used him for his money, and vanished. Now, at a high-society gala, Callum Wyatt is back. He isn't just a CEO anymore; he's a ruthless predator, and the second his eyes lock onto me, I know I am his prey. When my wealthy half-sister publicly humiliated me, calling me the cheap bastard child of a homewrecker, Callum stepped out of the shadows. He nearly snapped her wrist in half and declared to New York's elite that anyone who touched me would be dismantled. In the back of his Maybach, he pinned my arms above my head, his eyes burning with psychotic obsession. "If you run again, Aubrey, I will burn your entire world to the ground just to keep you." My heart bled. I had spent four grueling years tearing myself apart to keep him out of my messy, blood-soaked revenge against the family that watched my mother die. But his terrifying protection only made my biological father's family target me harder, using their massive capital to buy out my movie set and crush my acting career. They thought I would cower. But as I walked onto the soundstage, facing the heiress trying to steal my role, I took off my sunglasses. I wasn't running anymore; it was time to make them pay.

Action Billionaire Modern

8.9

Claimed By The Biker Kings: Their Forbidden Queen

8.9

Elena’s life shatters when she is thrust into the crosshairs of the Kings of Chaos, a notorious motorcycle club. Caught between two powerful, rival brothers who rule the streets with iron fists, she becomes a pawn in a deadly game of obsession and betrayal. As the mafia’s influence tightens and old secrets surface, Elena must navigate a world of violence. Can she survive being the forbidden prize in a war for ultimate control?

Action Mafia Romance

9.2

Deal With The Devilish Wall Street Tycoon

9.2

Ami Cleveland's family empire was destroyed overnight by a malicious short-selling attack, leaving her mother facing federal prison and hunted by ruthless loan sharks. To secure a hundred-million-dollar lifeline, Ami risked her life as a blindfolded co-pilot in a deadly cliffside street race, all just to get five minutes alone with Jerad Kidd, the elusive Wall Street titan she had accidentally slept with the night before. But instead of saving her, Jerad completely crushed her dignity. "What makes you think you are worth a hundred million dollars?" He mocked her desperate pitch, calling her family's equity garbage, and coldly walked away. Two days later, he forced her onto his Miami superyacht as a political decoy, making her wear a backless silk gown that offered zero protection and throwing her into a sea of wealthy predators. When a drunk tech billionaire pinned her against a sofa and tried to rip the thin straps of her dress, Ami screamed for help. She looked up at the VIP balcony in absolute despair, only to see Jerad looking away, treating her like she didn't even exist. She didn't understand why he was torturing her. Why did he let her risk her life in his car, only to humiliate her and feed her to the wolves? With no one to save her, Ami grabbed a whiskey glass and violently smashed it into her attacker's face. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the man's brutal retaliation slap. But the hit never came. A large hand, wearing a heavy Patek Philippe watch, shot out of nowhere and clamped down on the man's raised arm like a steel vice.

Action Billionaire Modern

9.2

His Obsession, Her Perfect Calculated Escape

9.2

When Alma's father stood in front of the bulldozers to protest, the energy company's thugs beat him half to death in the mud. Instead of arresting the attackers, the police handcuffed her bleeding father and threw him into a cruiser. "Stay back, kid," the officer barked, shoving Alma away. Her father was denied bail and framed for assaulting an officer. The corrupt mayor just smiled and told her not to cause a scene. Meanwhile, the company mailed her weeping mother a severance check that barely covered a month of groceries. Alma was forced to watch her family be completely destroyed by men with money and power. Kneeling in the cold dirt where her father's blood had spilled, she didn't shed a single tear. The panic in her chest died, replaced by a cold, absolute hatred. She realized that crying wouldn't do anything. In this world, justice didn't exist for the weak. Years later, Alma stepped onto a prestigious Ivy League campus, her cheap backpack slung over her shoulder. She was surrounded by the arrogant children of the very executives who ruined her life. She lowered her head, hiding her dead eyes, and put on the perfect mask of a timid, helpless charity case. Undergrad was just a training ground, and these elite kids were just her practice dummies. The hunt was officially on.

Action Adventure Modern

9.1

His Rejected Mate, His Obsession

9.1

Waking up naked between two strangers wasn't part of Kiara's engagement celebration. Neither was being rejected by her fated mate, disowned by her family, and stabbed by her only sister. Six years later, she's survived. Rebuilt. Moved on. Then Chase Knight walks back into her life, and the mate bond that should've died? It's very much alive. He still makes her feel things she thought died years ago. There's just one problem: he's engaged to Kylie and Kiara has a secret she'd rather die than let any one of them find out about. And Chase? He's about to find out that the woman he rejected six years ago is the only one he's ever really wanted.

Action Romance Werewolf

8.2

My Crown, His End: A Vengeful Heart

8.2

My fiancé staged his own kidnapping as a sick loyalty test, betting I'd risk our unborn child to save him. The shock of his betrayal cost me our baby. When I confronted him, he protected his mistress and burned our son's ashes right in front of me. He sneered that I was just his "loyal little soldier" and that only death would end us. He was right. He just never realized he was talking about his own death, at the hands of the queen who owns his entire army.

Action Modern Romance

Pregnant Oracle: The CEO's Most Dangerous Mistake

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