The city’s most eligible bachelor, Adrian Blackwood, is famously "child-free by choice." But I’m pregnant. He hates it when women try to trap him. When a famous A-list actress announced her pregnancy, he rushed abroad to be by her side. It turns out, he only wanted children with the woman he truly loved. So, I broke up with him and booked an appointment at a clinic back in my hometown to get rid of it. Later, he handcuffed me to the headboard, his eyes dark with rage as he bit down on my shoulder. "Stop shaking. Crying won't make me stop. "You got rid of our baby. Now you owe me another one." 1 There was only a single lamp burning on the bedside table. The crystals hanging from the shade wouldn’t stop trembling. Adrian was unusually rough today. It was past midnight, and he still refused to let me go. Just as I was drifting off, he bit the sensitive spot on my neck. "Chloe, look at me. We aren't finished." "Can’t we continue tomorrow? I’m so tired," I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper. He gripped my chin, a flicker of displeasure in his eyes. "Who was the guy who slipped you that note today?" "......" So that’s what this was about. Adrian is usually buried in work, but today, surprisingly, he came to pick me up from campus. I was just buying a dessert at a boba shop. The cashier was a junior from my department; he knew my face. When I paid, he slid a folded piece of paper into my hand. I turned around and saw a flashy blue sports car idling at the curb. The window was down, and Adrian was staring right at me with that unreadable, dark look. He didn't say anything then. He held it in all night. And now, apparently, it was time to settle the score. Adrian’s fingers tightened; my jaw started to ache. "Answer me." I met his deep, intense gaze. I softened my tone. "I don’t know him. He’s just a student. I already threw the note away." "You better have." He lowered his head and kissed me, deep and possessive. My mind was in a haze. He panted against my ear, his voice low and warning: "I’m leaving for a business trip tomorrow. Be a good girl at home. If I find out you’ve done something you shouldn't... you know the consequences." His tone was icy, his movements predatory, like a wolf cornering a rabbit. I nodded obediently. Of course, I didn't think Adrian was actually jealous. He just demanded absolute loyalty. If I dared to get close to another man, he wouldn’t hesitate to dump me. 2 Adrian was gone for a month. Finally, I had time to do what I wanted. But recently, maybe because of some bad food, I felt constantly nauseous. After hearing my symptoms, the doctor prescribed a pregnancy test. I froze. Half an hour later. I walked out of the clinic, staring blankly at the lab report in my hand. everyone in the elite social circle knows Adrian is strict about being "child-free." He also detests the idea of marriage. Every time Adrian came to see me, he took every precaution. But... nothing is 100% effective. I touched my flat stomach, a strong sense of unease rising in my chest. Adrian hated being manipulated. Once, at a gala, a rising pop star tried to sneak into his room, hoping to trap him with a baby. He literally had security throw the girl out, wrapped only in a towel. After that, she vanished from the entertainment industry completely. I bit my lip, my hand trembling as I held the report. I’m done for. If Adrian suspects I did this on purpose... I’ll be the next one destroyed. 3 I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Late at night, just as I was preparing a text to test the waters with Adrian, my phone buzzed with a trending news alert. Adrian Blackwood spotted at a foreign hospital with A-list actress Vanessa Sterling. The two of them were standing at the entrance of the OB-GYN department. Even though she was bundled up, you could still see her stunning figure. She was the pure, elegant type. Exactly Adrian's type. The tabloids were buzzing about Vanessa’s pregnancy, speculating the child was Adrian's. After all, they had been photographed at a hotel together before. Suddenly, rumors that the Blackwood dynasty was about to have a new mistress spread like wildfire. I stared quietly at those photos. I immediately deleted the carefully worded text in my chat box. Adrian definitely treated Vanessa differently. Last time, at a banquet I attended with him, a man made a crude joke about Vanessa, saying she had no acting skills and must have slept her way to the top. Adrian immediately threw his wine in the guy's face. He grabbed the man by the collar, ready to throw a punch. Adrian was raised with strict, old-money etiquette; he rarely lost his temper in public. If I hadn't held him back that day, he probably would have broken the guy's legs. Perhaps, Adrian wasn't firmly against having kids. Maybe he just wanted the woman he actually loved to carry them. ...... I rubbed my belly. I forced down the bitterness rising in my throat. Besides, I was only with Adrian because I was poor. My mother was sick. It just so happened that Adrian was pursuing me at the time. He was generous with money, helping me secure rare, expensive medication that insurance wouldn't cover. I had no reason to refuse. Compared to a human life, what was self-respect? Who Adrian liked, or who he wanted to be with, was his business. As long as the checks cleared. 4 The next day. Adrian sent me his flight information. As the "good girlfriend," I naturally had to go pick him up. It was late autumn. I wore the dress he liked best with a trench coat over it. I waited in the cold wind for two hours. First, the flight was delayed. Then, night fell. Finally, I received his text. [Sorry, business isn't finished here. I have to push back my return.] My hands, stiff from the cold, typed out a reply. [Okay, get some rest then. Miss you~] Adrian liked this soft, dependent version of me best. Almost immediately, my bank account received a notification: a transfer of five million dollars. I stared at the screen. Even for holiday bonuses, he never gave this much at once. [Me: Did you send the wrong amount?] [Him: Didn't you say you wanted a graduation trip? Go have fun.] [Me: So generous. Should I fly to London to see you instead?] I was joking. But he refused instantly. [Him: Go wherever you want. Just don't come find me.] [Me: So when are you coming back?] He didn't reply again. Until late that night. Paparazzi released photos of Vanessa Sterling entering Adrian’s private villa overseas. I stared at the intimate body language in the photos. It took a long time to sink in. The money earlier today was a severance package. That's how guys like Adrian operate. Give a lump sum, make it a clean break. Smart girls take the hint and stop nagging.
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