Pregnant By The Celibate Mafia Boss

My best friend and I didn't just transmigrate—we dropped straight into a trashy billionaire romance novel.

She landed the jackpot as the pampered, treasured wife of a ruthless CEO. I got stuck as a bottom-tier, D-list starlet who almost ended up as the late-night snack for a lecherous old Hollywood executive.

Fortunately, my best friend barged in just in time to pull me out of the fire. To make up for my narrow escape—and to ensure I finally experienced some physical bliss after being single for two whole lifetimes—she arranged a shotgun marriage between me and her husband’s childhood…