My boyfriend took his "first love" on a trip around the world. Three months later, he stared at my slightly rounded belly and demanded angrily, "Who the hell did you sleep with?!" I didn't answer, subtly shifting my gaze toward his best friend. Liam froze for a second, then threw a punch right at the guy's face. Parker, who had been enjoying the show, was completely stunned by the blow. Recovering his senses, he threw a punch right back at Liam's face. "Are you fucking crazy?! I didn't sleep with her!" ... They exchanged punches, going back and forth, hitting each other hard. I calmly left the private room. I patted my stomach, and the bump instantly flattened. Who said I was pregnant? I just ate too much for dinner! 1 To avoid being harassed by phone calls, I blocked both Liam and Parker's numbers on my way home. I was soaking in the bathtub, enjoying a beauty bath. Just as I was getting drowsy, an unknown message woke me up. The content was concise and to the point: 【Open the door in one minute! Or I'll tear your crappy door down!】 Liam is the type to act rather than talk nonsense. This screamed Parker's style. Parker is petty and vengeful. I knew he'd come looking for payback, but I didn't expect him to be this fast. Knowing him, when he says he'll tear down the door, it's not an empty threat. So, I chickened out. 【In the shower, need five minutes.】 Parker replied instantly: 【Fine! You get five minutes!】 Not daring to delay, I quickly stood up from the tub to rinse off the suds. After drying off, I threw on a slip nightgown and went to open the door. The moment the door opened, Parker, who had been ready to explode, froze when his gaze landed on my bare skin. Then, he roared in exasperation: "Can't you put on some proper clothes?!" I looked innocent. "I just finished showering and am about to go to bed. Isn't this what I should wear?" Parker choked, decisively changing the subject. "Why did you tell Liam that I knocked you up?" I asked back, feigning innocence: "Well, wasn't it you?!" Among all of Liam's friends, Parker is the one who hates me the most. The reason is simple: I hate his pettiness and venomous tongue, and he hates my manipulative, "green tea bitch" act. During the three months Liam was traveling the world with his first love, Parker—using the excuse of preventing me from cuckolding his best friend—shadowed me relentlessly every single day. If he hadn't made me so miserable, I wouldn't have turned my anger into appetite, eating till I was 120% full at every meal. Parker was jumping mad. "I haven't even laid a single finger on you! How the hell could I have knocked you up?" "Immaculate conception?!" I smiled without saying a word, suddenly reaching out to wrap my arms around his neck, breathing softly near his face. "Well, aren't we touching now?" Parker froze for a second, then sprang back as if burned, shaking off my hands. "What are you doing?!" Watching his ears turn bright red in a second, I smiled even more radiantly. "Doing... you!" Parker's expression could only be described as dumbfounded. He stammered incoherently: "Have... have you no shame?!" I smiled nonchalantly: "You've said that so many times. Can't you come up with something fresh?" Parker gritted his teeth in anger, dropped a "Real men don't fight women," and stormed off furiously. But he hadn't taken many steps before turning back. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Something else, Mr. Sterling?" Parker asked with an unreadable tone: "Are you really pregnant?" "Can't you see for yourself?" I stuck out my stomach, deliberately puffing it up. Parker glanced down, his face turning even darker. "Chloe, you are dead meat!" "Liam might not care much about you, but if you dare put a green hat on him, your family can just wait for bankruptcy!" I didn't panic at all. I stroked his collar, smiling sweetly as I asked: "Couldn't you just help me?" In terms of economic power, the Sterling family is on par with Liam's family. But in terms of background and connections, the Sterling family is superior. Parker laughed out of anger. He pinched my chin, looking me up and down: "Why should I help you? I haven't even settled the score with you for falsely accusing me!" I said shamelessly: "Because I'm special to you, of course." Parker laughed even louder. "Which eye of yours saw that you're special to me?" I stated it as a matter of fact: "You stare at me every day. Isn't that because I'm special to you?" Parker was exasperated. "That's because I can't stand you and I'm looking for trouble, get it?!" I remained unfazed: "Then do you look for trouble with others the way you look for trouble with me?" Parker choked. I smiled smugly. "And you say I'm not special." Parker's face shifted through shades of green and white, probably livid. I decided to add fuel to the fire, lightly rubbing his perfectly shaped lips with my thumb, teasingly ambiguous: "Mr. Sterling, you aren't secretly in love with me without realizing it, are you?" Parker's face instantly flushed an impossible shade of red. Humiliated and angry, he forcefully swatted my hand away. "Liam won't let you off!" He dropped a final threat on Liam's behalf and left, looking somewhat flustered. It felt very much like he was fleeing in defeat. I crossed my arms, smirking coldly. Silly boy! 2 Although Parker is arrogant and domineering, he's still a pure, innocent young man, so he can't handle being teased. But he was very right about one thing—Liam is definitely someone I cannot afford to offend. And he's absolutely not the type to just swallow his pride after being cuckolded. Liam is the heir to a multi-billion dollar conglomerate. The Vance family's assets aren't even a fraction of his. If he was determined to get revenge, the Vance family truly would have no way to fight back. But what does that matter? The Vance family belongs to my dad, my stepmother, and their son and daughter. It has absolutely nothing to do with me. The only thing I need to worry about is that after Liam dumps me, my dad will force me to marry a perverted old man older than him. As for that, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Less than half a minute after I closed the door, the doorbell rang again. I thought it was Parker coming back, so I opened the door without a second thought. To my surprise, I met Liam's dark, thunderous face. The teasing words I had prepared died in my throat. Without a word, Liam grabbed my arm, dragged me inside, and forcefully pinned me against the wall in the entryway. He pinched my face hard, demanding through gritted teeth: "Who the hell did you sleep with?!" Liam is a steady, restrained man. It's rare to see him display outward emotion. I'm pretty amazing. I successfully made him lose his cool twice today. Unable to break free, I stomped hard on his foot. "No comment!" Liam winced in pain, his grip loosening slightly. I took the opportunity to break free and ran towards the living room. But he quickly caught up, picked me up by the waist from behind, and headed straight for the bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed and immediately leaned over me. I gave up struggling uselessly and lay on the bed, accepting my fate. "If you don't find it dirty, go ahead." Liam froze. His angry gaze fell on my lower abdomen. The fury instantly overpowered any desire, and he lost control, grabbing my neck. "I'll give you three days to get rid of that bastard in your belly! Otherwise, don't blame me for not giving you a chance!" He let go of me and stood up, acting as if he had touched something filthy. I sat up and looked at him expressionlessly. "I say we should just break up." Liam's hand, which was straightening his collar, paused slightly. A flash of surprise crossed his face, but it was quickly replaced by mockery and disdain. "What gives you the right to say it's over?" I glared at him defiantly. "Ms. Miller is single again." Liam had loved Elena Miller for many years. But Elena liked his older brother. Half a year ago, his older brother died in an accident, and Elena had been depressed ever since. Three months ago, to cheer Elena up, Liam ignored the gossip and took her on a trip around the world. Although marrying your deceased brother's fiancée doesn't sound great, for a self-centered man like Liam, it was nothing. Liam cast a warning look at my face. "Chloe, remember this: no one dictates to me." "Even if this relationship is going to end, it will end when I no longer want to continue." "You're a smart person. You should know what to do." My heart slowly sank to the bottom. He was right. In this relationship, I have no agency whatsoever. 3 Three years ago, my dad wanted to marry me off to a sixty-something-year-old perverted old man for business interests. My features resemble Elena's. Driven to a dead end, I imitated Elena and seduced Liam. Liam was very excited at the time, but after pinning me to the bed, he restrained himself. After that, he told me to stay by his side. To please Liam, I imitated Elena in everything from my clothes and style to my words and actions. In name, we were boyfriend and girlfriend. In reality, it was a sugar daddy and his "canary." Everyone in our circle implicitly knew this, and they all looked down on me because of it, especially Parker. But I didn't care. Being a substitute for Elena was better than marrying a sixty-something perverted old man. Besides, Liam never touched me. I don't know what psychological state I was in, but gradually, I actually developed feelings for Liam. Once, while drunk, he promised me that after his brother and Elena got married, he would marry me. Even though I knew I was his fallback option, I was still a little happy and expectant. Because I naively believed that love could grow over time. Who could have known the unpredictability of life? Liam's brother actually died in an accident. From the moment I heard that news, I knew Liam would never marry me in this lifetime. So, I had been waiting for him to dump me. Three months ago, Liam suddenly told me he was taking Elena on a trip around the world. I thought he would use the opportunity to break up, but to my surprise, he didn't. Instead, he tasked Parker—the guy I got along with the least—to "take care" of me. And Parker was sick in the head. He could have just agreed outwardly and ignored me, but he strictly enforced the order, watching me every day like a prisoner. He made it so I didn't even dare to go find male models, forcing me to turn my grief and anger into appetite, eating myself six pounds heavier in three months and getting mistaken for being pregnant. I strongly suspected he was intentionally using this method to disgust me. That bastard really is vicious! 4 Liam gave me three days to get rid of the "thing" in my belly. Since I didn't have one, naturally, I didn't need to get rid of it. So I comfortably stayed at home, slacking off. Just as I was about to go to sleep that night, I received a message from Parker. 【Dead yet?】 Sometimes, when you hate a person to the extreme, a different kind of feeling can arise. So not only did I not block him, but I started chatting with him. 【Your grandma here is doing just fine.】 Parker replied quickly: 【It's a miracle Liam didn't beat you to death!】 I also thought it was a miracle. I called myself "grandma" and he didn't even notice. Me: 【Don't worry, grandma will definitely live to a hundred.】 Parker: 【True, bad weed grows tall. You definitely look like someone who's hard to kill.】 Me: 【Grandma accepts your blessing.】 The chat box kept showing "typing..." It took about half a minute for the message to finally come through. Parker: 【What about the kid?】 I froze for a second before realizing he was talking about the non-existent baby in my belly. I didn't expect him to actually care about this. My mischievous side immediately flared up: 【The child is innocent. Of course, I'm going to have it.】 Parker: 【Are you crazy? Aren't you afraid Liam will actually kill you?!】 Me: 【If I die, I die. What's there to be afraid of? I have nothing left to care about anyway.】 The grandmother I cared about most was gone. There was no longer any reason I had to stay alive in this world. Parker didn't reply for a long time. Just when I thought he wouldn't reply again, he sent another message. Parker: 【Who is the man?】 Me: 【Too many to tell.】 Parker: 【Fuck!】 I couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed so hard on the sofa I couldn't sit straight. Although Parker watched me closely, he didn't follow me every single moment. One day when he was busy, I took the opportunity to go to a club, ordered a few male models, and drank all night. The next day, it was still him who dragged me out of the club. He must think it was that time. 5 I couldn't stand lying at home for just one day. The next day, I went to a club to drink my sorrows away. That night, Liam's men barged into the private room, dragged me out of the club, shoved me into a car, and headed towards a private gynecological hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, I realized Liam was there too. Having no vulnerabilities now, combined with being drunk and lacking reason, I was furious upon seeing him and started cursing. "Liam, it's bad enough you're lusting after your own sister-in-law, but you're also playing this substitute game? You're fucking disgusting!" Liam didn't fly into a rage. Instead, he stepped forward, grabbed my chin, and forced me to look up. "I'll ask you one last time. Whose bastard is it?" I glared at him defiantly. "Your dad's!" Liam laughed out of pure anger. "Chloe, you've got guts!" He looked at the masked doctor. "Do a clean job. No anesthesia!" The doctor froze, stuttering as he nodded: "O-okay, Mr. Hayes." I looked at him in disbelief. "Liam, you're fucking crazy!" Liam smiled sinisterly. "Baby, you can't blame me. Who told you to be unable to control your own body." "Doctor, begin." The medical staff nervously surrounded me. I put up a final struggle: "Liam! You can't do this! I didn't..." "Liam!" A teasing voice drifted slowly from the other end of the hallway. It was a familiar, cynical tone. Liam looked at Parker in confusion. "What are you doing here?" Parker glanced at me and said casually: "I'm the baby's father. Shouldn't I be here?" Me: ...??!! Liam froze, looking at Parker in disbelief. "What do you mean?!" Parker shrugged apologetically. "Liam, I lied to you that day. I'm the one who knocked her up." Me: ... His brain must have been kicked by a donkey! Unable to bear it any longer, Liam raised his fist and charged at Parker. Parker didn't just stand there and take it; he immediately took a defensive stance. The two of them exchanged punches, fighting back and forth. The medical staff obviously knew who Parker was and didn't dare drag me into the operating room by force. They all stood there, at a loss for what to do. I had been scared weak just a moment ago, so I simply found a chair to sit on and watched the show. Parker seemed to have trained; his body was stronger than Liam's. After a dozen exchanges, Parker gained the upper hand, pinning Liam firmly against the wall. Liam's eyes were bloodshot with rage. "Parker! I treated you like a fucking brother!" I shook my head secretly. Liam had been losing his cool way too often lately, losing his usual composure. Parker reasoned with him calmly: "Liam, you've finally gotten Ms. Miller now anyway. There's really no need to obsess over a substitute." "Besides, with Ms. Miller's temper, she probably wouldn't allow you to keep a canary on the side, would she?" At the mention of Elena, Liam gradually calmed down. Parker struck while the iron was hot. "Let's talk?" Liam didn't agree, but he didn't refuse either. Parker breathed a sigh of relief and quickly signaled me with his eyes: "Go back and wait for me." I was mostly sobered up by now, and the courage I had earlier to die rather than surrender was completely gone. I shot Parker a grateful look and nodded immediately: "Okay." I quickly left the hospital and took a cab home. On the way, I kept wondering, why did Parker help me? I thought and thought but couldn't figure it out. Probably... love born from hate. 6 I couldn't sleep, tossing and turning in bed. I don't know how much time passed when my phone suddenly rang. I grabbed my phone and looked. It was actually Parker calling. After a brief hesitation, I swiped to answer. "Hello? What's up?" "Open the door!" I froze slightly and replied, "Oh." I got out of bed, threw on a robe, went to open the door, and was met with Parker's bruised and battered face. He looked kind of funny. Parker glared at me and snapped, "I took a beating for you, and you have the nerve to smile? Do you have a conscience?" I immediately suppressed my smile and stepped back to make way. "Mr. Sterling, please come in." Parker snorted heavily and walked inside with an arrogant expression. I didn't have a first aid kit at home, so I had to hand him a pack of wet wipes, asking politely, "Do you need help?" Parker said bluntly, "Yes!" Me: ... Couldn't he tell I was just being polite? Parker truly couldn't tell. He looked up, displeased. "What are you standing there for? Wipe!" Forget it, I'm indebted to him. I pulled out a wet wipe and carefully wiped the blood off his face. I have to say, he has a pretty good-looking face. Nice nose, nice eyebrows. It's just his eyes that are bad, always filled with a cynical hostility, especially when he looks at me. "What are your plans?" I looked down and met a pair of eyes filled with amusement. I suddenly found that teasing him seemed more interesting than courting death. "What do you think?" Parker laughed out of anger again. "Helping you is a favor; not helping you is my right. Don't push your luck." I threw away the bloody wet wipe and sat directly across his lap, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. An ambiguous posture. "Then what do you want me to do before you'll help me, Mr. Sterling?" Parker's body instantly stiffened, tensed up, and then he pushed me away as if electrocuted. I wasn't prepared, lost my balance, and fell backwards. Just as I was about to scream, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back into his arms. 7 Except for the night I seduced Liam, I hadn't had such close physical contact with any man. I instinctively struggled. But Parker maliciously hugged me tighter, not forgetting to mock me: "Weren't you the one throwing yourself at me? What are you afraid of?" I've always been susceptible to goading. Even knowing he was deliberately trying to disgust me, it still provoked my competitive spirit. So I hugged his neck and pressed myself against him as hard as I could. "I don't mind! A high-quality man like Mr. Sterling is exactly what I want." Parker's body stiffened again, and then he tossed me onto the nearby sofa. I glared at him, asking the obvious: "What are you doing?" Parker gritted his teeth in anger: "Can't you have some shame? Pregnant and still so... thirsty!" I forgot about that again. But his reaction is really cute. I said with a suggestive tone: "You can be gentle." Parker completely turned red, almost looking like steam was coming out of his ears. "Y-y-you are shameless!" I leaned in close to him, smiling sweetly. "Didn't you already know that?" Before Parker could erupt, he suddenly realized I was teasing him. He tried to regain control, sneering at me: "Liam told me, for every day you stay with me, he won't touch you for a day. But if..." He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear. I tilted my head and looked at him: "Then I'll just stay with you, right?" Parker broke down again. "Have you lost your mind? Right now, you are begging me to help you! Not me begging you to let me help you!" "Do you look like you're begging someone?!" I felt smug: "Parker, you're doomed." He looked confused. I spoke slowly and firmly: "You've fallen in love with me." Parker's face suddenly turned dark. He grabbed his jacket and left. Looking at the forcefully closed door, I rolled my eyes hard. Still so petty. He can't even take a joke.
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