I cheated on my first sugar daddy, Carter Sterling, and accidentally got pregnant with my second sugar daddy's child. Just as I was stressing over how to handle the fallout, I discovered Carter had been harboring a secret, forbidden obsession with his own stepsister. Without missing a beat, I decided to play matchmaker and find him a stand-in. I finally tracked down a gorgeous college girl who looked about 70% like Carter's stepsister. She signed a rock-solid contract with me: as long as she successfully took my place in his bed, she’d split her monthly allowance with me 50/50. Right on cue, Carter fell for her and kicked my "high-maintenance" self to the curb. Looking at the cold, hard numbers multiplying in my bank account every month, I couldn't help but laugh. If I can't have a man's heart, I'll sure as hell take his money! By the third time I called Carter back from work for some completely trivial, made-up reason, he finally lost his temper. "Serena! Can you stop being such a drama queen?" he snapped, loosening his designer tie. "Do you literally have nothing else to do all day? How are you this bored?" I covered my face, feigning heartbreak. "Carter, you've changed. You never used to be like this." It was true. Back in the day, no matter what ridiculous whim I had, Carter would patiently indulge me. He truly raised me like a spoiled, delicate canary in a gilded cage. Carter looked entirely fed up. "Serena, I'm warning you, dial it back. Don't push your luck. Remember your place and don't take a mile when I give you an inch." He was genuinely angry. Normally, this would be my cue to back down, stroke his ego, and coax him out of his bad mood. But today, I was aiming for a breakup. "Carter Sterling! You don't love me anymore! I want to break up!" Carter’s tone turned explosive. "Fine! We're done!" He pointed a harsh finger at me. "Serena, did you seriously think we were in a real relationship? You're just a plaything. Stop flattering yourself." His words were incredibly harsh, and because I've always been overly emotional, actual tears started rolling down my cheeks. "Pack your bags tomorrow and get out," he ordered coldly. I choked back a sob. "What about my severance package?" I subconsciously covered my flat stomach. Raising a kid in this economy is expensive. I needed to fleece this billionaire for every penny I could get before I left. Surely Carter wouldn't be stingy now, right? But he had become stingy. He tossed a premium black card onto the table. "There's five million in there. Take the money and get the hell out." Only five million? It used to be at least eight. The moment Carter left, I went into hyper-drive. I packed my bags and immediately called liquidators to sell off all the expensive furniture in the mansion. If it was a gift from Carter—right down to the absurdly expensive memory-foam mattress—I took it or sold it. My bank account ballooned instantly. Just then, my phone rang. It was Daisy. "Hey, did you and Mr. Sterling break up yet?" "Done and done. Just happened." Daisy let out a massive sigh of relief, her tone light and bouncy. "Don't worry about a thing! From now on, even if Carter only gives me a single dollar, I'll make sure fifty cents goes straight to you." "Good girl," I replied, feeling like a proud manager. "Remember, memorize all of Carter’s likes and dislikes. More importantly, study his stepsister's personal style and nail that aesthetic." "I absolutely will." Daisy was a hustler. As long as she could live a life of luxury, she was willing to do whatever it took. After hanging up, I single-handedly cleared out the entire walk-in closet until my lower back felt like it was going to snap. Daisy was the new "canary" I had personally scouted for Carter. A month ago, I found out I was pregnant, and the baby definitely wasn't Carter's. Around the same time, I accidentally discovered that the person Carter was truly obsessed with was his stepsister, with whom he supposedly had a terrible relationship. His love for her was deeply repressed and intensely hidden. To protect the baby in my belly, I took a massive gamble and personally found Carter a replacement. I scoured the city until I found Daisy, a girl who bore a striking resemblance to his stepsister. Exactly as planned, Carter took an immediate interest in Daisy, and I finally had my out. My belongings filled four massive moving trucks. Looking at all my hard-earned assets, I was so excited I was wiping away tears of joy. The estate butler approached me, looking conflicted. "Miss Serena, why don't you just apologize to Mr. Sterling? Deep down, he still cares for you." No thank you. Carter had been cheap with me lately. Even if I pinned my pregnancy on him, the payout wouldn't be anything astronomical. And even if I didn't plant Daisy in his life, he would have inevitably grown tired of me anyway. It was better to control the variables myself—plus, this way, I earned a double income. The butler sighed heavily. A second later, his eyes widened. Carter had just walked through the front door, with Daisy clinging to his arm like a shy little bird. Daisy looked at me with feigned unfamiliarity. The butler cleared his throat awkwardly. "Sir, Miss Serena is moving out." Carter’s tone was icy. "Serena, once we break up, there's no turning back. Don't be so stubborn." Daisy tensed up beside him, terrified that I might actually back out of the deal. I forced my eyes to turn red. "Carter, you moved on a long time ago, didn't you? Is this woman your new toy?" Carter let out a cynical chuckle. "You were never irreplaceable." He turned to the staff. "Butler, from this moment on, Daisy lives here. No one is to mention Serena's name again." I clenched my fists and covered my face, purely because it was the only way to hide my massive grin. Yes! Finally! Acting utterly devastated, I climbed into the passenger seat of the moving truck, keeping my face buried in my hands. Down below, Carter watched the truck with a complex expression, a fleeting flash of heartache in his eyes. I had never ridden in such a cheap vehicle before. For the past year, I had been chauffeured in luxury SUVs, my feet barely ever touching the pavement. Carter stepped up to the window. "A fired arrow doesn't turn back. Take care of yourself." I nodded enthusiastically, silently praying we would never cross paths again. He slipped another bank card through the window. "This is the last time I'm giving you money. Look after yourself." I genuinely didn't expect a parting bonus. I suddenly felt a twinge of guilt—just yesterday I was complaining about the five million, so I spitefully sold all his furniture. The mansion behind him was currently an empty shell. The butler probably thought I did it out of petty heartbreak to spite Carter, assuming I didn't actually need the cash. As the truck driver pulled away, I let out a massive breath of relief. Before I even arrived at my new penthouse, I received a wire transfer notification from Daisy. $500,000. [Message from Daisy: Girl, how did you make Mr. Sterling love you so much? My monthly shopping allowance is a million dollars! I’ve never seen this much money in my entire life. I want to be this rich forever!] I replied with strict managerial advice. [Message to Daisy: Play your part. Do a good job imitating his sister, but NEVER let him realize you are intentionally copying her, or he will flip out.] Daisy was wonderfully obedient. She saved the message and treated it like gospel. Once I got home, I popped a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne and watched the movers organize my treasures. The next morning, I woke up wrapped in Harrison Vance’s arms. Before I was even fully conscious, my face was buried comfortably against his firm chest. "Baby, you finally moved in," Harrison murmured, kissing the top of my head. "I know, honey. I was just so busy before, but now I get to be with you every single day." I tilted my head up and kissed his cheek. Harrison was my second sugar daddy, and the biological father of the child currently growing in my womb. A while back, maybe due to the economy, Carter had started cutting back on his lavish spending. Terrified of being left penniless if he dumped me, I decided to establish a backup plan. That’s when I met Harrison. Harrison made us breakfast. While I ate, I checked my phone and collected my daily dividends. Carter was already spoiling Daisy. And Daisy was honest to a fault—the second the funds hit her account, she didn't rush out to buy designer bags; she wired me my 50% cut. "Baby, who are you texting?" Harrison asked, leaning over. "Just a friend," I brushed it off casually. Harrison reached out and pinched my cheek playfully. "You seem to have put on a little weight lately. You look cute and soft." "What's wrong with a little weight? You always used to tell me I was too skinny." I hadn't told Harrison about the pregnancy yet. I was terrified he might drag me to a clinic to take care of "the problem." I wasn't about to gamble on the conscience of a billionaire. I planned to wait until I was further along, when the dust had settled, to drop the baby bomb. With this kid, my financial security for the rest of my life was guaranteed. Harrison kissed my nose. "I love you no matter what you look like." After breakfast, Harrison headed to his corporate office. Barely a minute later, Daisy called me, her voice buzzing with excitement. "Girl! Last night I slept with Carter, and right in my ear, he moaned his stepsister's name!" "Thank God I pretended to pass out from pleasure, otherwise I wouldn't have known how to react." I chuckled. "Next time, just pretend you didn't hear him, or innocently ask who that is." Carter would just make up some excuse anyway. He and his stepsister could never actually be together—society, ethics, and their family name strictly forbade it. "Rich people are so messed up," Daisy gossiped happily. "By the way, he was super pissed when he walked into the empty mansion yesterday. He cursed you out a few times." "What did he say?" I perked up. How rude of him. Couldn't we just have an amicable split? Daisy recited his insults verbatim. "He called you a high-maintenance, gold-digging nightmare who was nothing but trouble." Hearing that, I actually relaxed. That wasn't really an insult; that was just an accurate description of my brand. When Carter and I first met, he loved my brainless, incredibly straightforward, money-loving personality. He said he could read my mind perfectly, which made him feel safe. Men change so fast. What they love one second, they despise the next. I accepted it easily. Just like when I noticed his spending habits shrinking, I immediately pivoted to a new benefactor. "Don't worry," Daisy promised. "I'll be your perfect inside woman. I'm going to squeeze every dime out of him." "Don't be too greedy right out of the gate," I cautioned. "If he offers, take it, but don't constantly nag him for things. It looks cheap. The best time to negotiate is when you're in bed. Strike while the iron is hot." Daisy absorbed the wisdom, then started showering me with compliments. "You are amazing. No wonder Carter is still so hung up on you." She went on to praise my face, my body, everything. "Seriously! You're like an angel. A woman as gorgeous as you... even I'm half in love with you." "Alright, alright, dial it back," I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Get back to work." After hanging up, I sneaked off to a private VIP clinic for an OBGYN checkup. If I could, I'd get an ultrasound every single day just to be safe. Just as I walked out with my sonogram printout, I froze. Carter Sterling was walking right toward me. "Serena? What are you doing here?" His eyes automatically flicked downward toward the medical papers in my hand. I immediately shoved them behind my back. "None of your business. We have nothing to do with each other anymore." Carter smirked. "Serena, don't tell me you're still throwing a tantrum. I spoiled you too much over the years, it made you arrogant." He leaned in slightly. "I slept with Daisy last night." He stared at my face, clearly hoping to see a flash of jealousy or regret. He was sorely disappointed. I was completely fine with it. Even before we broke up, knowing he was with another woman wouldn't have devastated me. My only fear was getting dumped before I secured the bag. "That's great for you. Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness," I said brightly. I clutched my medical records tight and tried to sidestep him, but his hand shot out, wrapping like a vice around my wrist. "What is going on with you? Why are you suddenly at a hospital?" I found his line of questioning bizarre. Why did he care? "Just a routine physical," I brushed him off. I wrenched my arm free and practically sprinted away. The heavy gaze boring into my back was so intense I didn't dare turn around. I couldn't let him find out about the baby, or I was dead meat. Getting pregnant after a breakup is one thing; getting pregnant before the breakup means you gave the billionaire a green hat. No man with an ego that big could handle being cheated on. Back in the hospital lobby, Carter’s face darkened. He couldn't shake the feeling that Serena looked different—she had lost weight in her limbs but seemed protective of her core. He pulled out his phone and made a call. "Look into Serena Blake. Find out exactly why she was at the clinic today and send me her medical records. Now." When I walked into Harrison's penthouse, my blood ran cold. There was a strange woman sitting on the velvet sofa. I immediately went on high alert, my face shifting into a polite but guarded mask. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" The woman looked me up and down with intense scrutiny. "So you're the little pet my brother is keeping?" Ah. Harrison's sister. I let out a mental sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't some random mistress coming to mark her territory, I was fine. Even if Harrison wanted to cheat, he needed to wait until this baby was born and my check was cashed. "Hi there, I'm Serena Blake," I said warmly. Maya Vance sneered. "Don't act so familiar. A woman like you has no right to cross the threshold of the Vance family." I smiled placidly. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. Your brother is just having some fun with me. It's just a fling." Maya looked deeply uncomfortable with my response. She had come prepared for a screaming match, ready to put an arrogant gold-digger in her place. "Good. Glad you know your place!" she said, raising her voice to overcompensate. I just kept smiling. In my line of work, you have to have thick skin. If you have a fragile ego, you won't survive the sugar bowl. You can't demand both their money and their respect. A few minutes later, Harrison walked in. Seeing Maya, his brows slammed together. "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you never to come to this apartment uninvited?" Maya bristled. "Harrison! Are you just afraid I'll interrupt your little secret hideaway?" "Glad you understand." Harrison glanced at me, then immediately started shoving his sister toward the door. "Get out. Do you have nothing better to do with your life?" Maya dug her heels into the floor, grabbing the doorframe. "I'm not leaving! You can't make me!" I sighed softly. "Harrison, just let her stay. It wouldn't kill her to stay for dinner." Harrison relented. Maya scrambled back inside, shooting me a look that said, 'Smart move, peasant.' To maintain my persona as the understanding, domestic girlfriend, I volunteered to cook dinner. Harrison was incredibly touched. He kissed my temple. "You're so sweet. I'll buy you a present tomorrow." While I was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, I completely forgot I had left my phone on the living room coffee table. It started to ring. Without thinking twice, Maya picked it up and answered. "Hello? Who is this?" The voice on the other end was cold. "Put Serena on the phone." Maya frowned. "What do you want? Who are you to her?" Carter's voice dripped with complex emotion. "I'm her husband. And she's pregnant with my child." Maya’s hand violently jerked. In her shock, she accidentally hit "Hang Up" and then, in a blind panic, blocked the number. On the other end of the city, Carter stared at his phone screen. When he realized he was blocked, he let out a sound of pure, unadulterated rage. Back in the penthouse, Harrison walked downstairs and saw his sister looking like she had seen a ghost. "What's wrong with you?" Maya swallowed hard. "Nothing! Literally nothing!" Harrison frowned. "Look, I know you don't like Serena, but do not play nasty tricks on her. She's completely alone in this world. She's had a hard life." Yeah, a really hard life. Maya took deep, ragged breaths, her mind spiraling. Serena has a husband?! And a baby?! Is my billionaire brother the other man?! Is Serena a con artist?! Maya genuinely hoped Serena was just a scammer, because the alternative—that the great Harrison Vance was a homewrecker—was too humiliating to bear. Especially since she had just tried to pull rank and intimidate Serena five minutes ago. Soon, I brought the food out to the dining room. Harrison took the plates from me. As I sat down, I noticed Maya staring at me with wide, horrified eyes. "Is something wrong, Miss Vance?" I asked politely, deciding to drop the "sister" act since she hated it. No need to make enemies. Maya glanced at Harrison, shook her head frantically, and stayed dead silent. "If you're going to eat, eat. If not, leave," Harrison snapped. Maya practically choked on her anger. She was trying to protect him! She turned her grief into gluttony and inhaled everything on her plate. Not because it was delicious, but because she was stress-eating. After dinner, Harrison nudged his sister with his foot. "Go wash the dishes. Then leave." Maya glared daggers at him, absolutely furious, but had no choice but to obey. I thought Maya was acting incredibly weird, but it didn't really matter. She wasn't the one paying my bills. While Harrison went to his home office to catch up on emails, I sat on the couch with a magazine. Suddenly, Maya slid next to me. "Serena... have you ever been married?" My internal alarms blared. "No. I've never been married. Harrison is the only man in my life." Maya let out a massive sigh of relief, but suspicion still lingered. She grabbed my phone from the table and tossed it into my lap. I looked at the screen. A blocked call from a very familiar number. And a 30-second call duration before the block. "That guy said he was your husband," Maya whispered fiercely. I kept my face perfectly neutral. "He's not my husband. He's my crazy ex. I'm single and I've never been married. Harrison knows everything about my past." Lie. Harrison knew nothing, because he was just my rebound ATM. But Maya bought it completely. She knew her brother wouldn't stoop to being a mistress. But wait— What about the baby? Before Maya could ask the golden question, Harrison yelled down from upstairs: "Maya! If you don't leave right now, I'm calling Mom and telling her you skipped three of your college seminars this week!" Maya ground her teeth. Forget it! I'm not helping him anymore! If he ends up wearing a green hat, she decided, she would just point and laugh. She grabbed her purse and stormed out. Once she was gone, I unlocked my phone. Carter had called me five times before Maya blocked him. A heavy knot formed in my stomach. Why was he calling me? It definitely wasn't to get back together. I opened my chat with Daisy. [Me: Daisy, is Carter with you?] [Daisy: No, why? What's up?] I sighed. Whatever. I'll deal with it later. "Serena! Come upstairs, why are you still down there?" Harrison called out. I adjusted my facial expression into a look of pure, adoring devotion and practically skipped up the stairs, throwing myself into his arms. "Honey, you look so handsome when you work. I'm so obsessed with you." Harrison crashed his lips onto mine, his large hands slipping under the hem of my shirt. The implication was obvious. I quickly pushed against his chest. "Honey, not tonight." Harrison paused, looking confused. "Why not?" "I'm just a little tired today. Let me give you a massage instead." Harrison gently rubbed my hands. "Cooking tired you out. I'll hire a private chef tomorrow." I breathed a sigh of relief. Dodged another bullet. The next morning, I was rudely awakened by my phone ringing. I was annoyed. Doesn't anyone know pregnant women need their beauty sleep? "Daisy, what is it?" Daisy's voice was tight and panicked. "Girl... are you pregnant?" My eyes snapped open. I was wide awake. How did she know? "Girl, is the baby Carter's? Am I getting fired already? I haven't even enjoyed the rich life for a full month yet! Do you have any other billionaires you can introduce me to?" Daisy babbled, completely terrified of losing her luxury lifestyle. "The baby isn't Carter's. Who told you about this?" Daisy let out a massive gasp of relief. "Oh thank God. The butler told me." My heart sank. Carter knew. Good news: he thinks the baby is his, which means my actual secret is still relatively safe. I remembered running into him at the VIP clinic. I mentally cursed out the hospital staff. HIPAA violation, much?! Besides, we were broken up! Why was he illegally digging into my medical history? "Daisy, listen to me. Do NOT tell Carter the baby isn't his." "Understood!" Daisy promised enthusiastically. "Wishing you a happy, beautiful new life, boss!" She really was the perfect employee. After we hung up, Daisy wired me another $500,000. Her 50% cut. I transferred it straight into a high-yield trust fund for my unborn baby. College tuition? Secured.
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