Tyler gave me a pill every night, and then he would carry me into the beds of his seven different fraternity brothers. They had a sick bet: "No protection allowed. Whichever one of us gets her pregnant within the month owes Tyler five million dollars." A month later, I actually was pregnant. The second he saw the positive test result, Tyler immediately scheduled an abortion. "Get rid of this mistake," he told me. "And then we’re getting married immediately." I slapped him across the face, hard, and flashed our actual marriage certificate right in front of his eyes. "Screw you. Don't interrupt my wedding with my baby's real father." 1 "Ms. Harper, you don't have a stomach bug, and it wasn't bad takeout. You're pregnant." The doctor's words echoed in my skull, refusing to dissipate. Pregnant? I wasn't even married. I hadn't willingly slept with a man in ages. How could I be pregnant? Clutching that result slip, my mind was a chaotic mess. I had no idea how to explain this to Tyler, especially with our wedding set for next month. Would he hate me? Would he call off the wedding immediately? I was still spiraling until I stood outside a private VIP room at a high-end club and heard Tyler talking to his seven "brothers." "It’s been a month," Tyler said, his voice laced with casual arrogance. "By all logic, Chloe should be knocked up by now." "Yeah, looking at the timeline, it should be about right," another voice chimed in. "There’s no way all seven of us struck out." Through the crack in the door, I saw Tyler holding a cigarette, his new personal secretary, Brittany, curled up in his lap. "I’m taking her to the hospital for a test tomorrow," Tyler continued. My heart nearly leaped out of my chest. What did that mean? I couldn't even process their words before Tyler spoke again. "If she really is pregnant, you guys better have that five million ready." "Haha, five million? You think we can’t afford that?" "I gotta say, Tyler, you really know how to play. Most guys might bet their wives, but you actually bet your wife and the kid in her belly." "Tyler, you’re way too generous." Tyler’s hand slid suggestively under Brittany's skirt. "Can’t help it. Life’s been a stagnant pond lately, totally boring. I just wanted to inject a little excitement into the routine." Brittany let out a soft moan. "Mr. Sterling, tomorrow you won't make me... with them..." Tyler pinched her chin. "You? You’re not qualified for my brothers' beds." His wolf pack raised their glasses excitedly. "Damn straight. Who else has a face and body like Chloe? Tyler, since you were willing to sacrifice this, we won't treat you wrong in the future." "Deal. It’s settled. In the future, every one of our wives has to play like Tyler plays, or they're permanently kicked out of our circle." A cold sweat broke across my back. My legs began to shake violently. These animals were using me as a bet. Using my unborn child as a wager. And the ringleader was my own fiancé. My hands clenched into tight fists. I was about to kick the door open and slaughter these beasts. Suddenly, a large hand covered my mouth and dragged me into the adjacent empty VIP room. 2 I struggled violently. "Let me go! Right now! My fiancé is right next door." "Are you sure he’s still your fiancé?" The man's hot breath tickled my earlobe, sending a violent shiver down my spine. Because this man was also one of Tyler’s seven "brothers"—Ethan Reid. I spun around quickly, backing against the wall. "Don't you come near me. Stay back." With a click, he lit a cigarette. He glanced at my stomach, then immediately stubbed it out in the ashtray. "What? Shocked by what you heard?" I was more than shocked; I was furious. Tyler and I had known each other for fifteen years and been together for five. When his family's fortune collapsed, it was my family's resources I used to build him back up. And our wedding was supposed to be next month. But now? He had personally delivered me into other men’s beds. Seven of them? I forced myself to calm down. I couldn't lose my head. I needed to find a breaking point, and I had to get it from Ethan. I pinched my own leg, hard, trying to gather the nerve to speak, opening my mouth and closing it again. Finally, leaning back on the leather sofa, he spoke first. "What do you want to ask me?" I closed my eyes, too afraid to look at him, but I forced the question out. "How did I end up in your beds? Why don't I remember a single thing?" "Because Tyler drugged you. That’s why you don't know anything. Every night, he personally carried you to one of our beds, and then carried you back home before sunrise." "What kind of drug?" I regretted the question the moment it left my lips. What other kind of drug could it be? "Why are you telling me this?" I stared at him. "Aren't you afraid Tyler will find out and you won't be brothers anymore?" He let out a sharp scoff. "Heh. Him? My brother? He’s not worthy. And besides..." He rose slowly, pulling me onto his lap in one swift motion. "And besides, there’s a very high chance the child in your belly is mine. So I..." I used all my strength to slap him across the face. "Screw you!" He didn't move away. Instead, he pinned both my hands. "Chloe, you didn't feel anything the first few times. How about today..." Again, I didn't let him finish. I slammed my knee directly into his crotch. He groaned in pain and finally released my hands. But as I turned to flee, he whispered one sentence behind me. "Do you want to destroy Tyler?" 3 When I pushed open the door to Tyler’s VIP room, Brittany quickly scrambled off his lap. Since the door opened abruptly, and luckily the lights were dim, he was frantically pulling up his zipper. Those animals all looked at me with strange, knowing eyes. "Hey, future Mrs. Sterling. Are you here to check up on Tyler?" "Don't worry, we’re keeping a tight leash on him for you. Definitely nothing going on." Thinking about everything I had just heard, I walked straight up to Tyler and slapped him across the face. He got angry. "What the hell are you doing?" I shook out my hand. "Nothing. There was a fly on your face." Brittany gasped. "Mr. Sterling, does it hurt? I’ll get you some ice." I turned and slapped her across the face too. "Does it hurt? Feel it for yourself." She clutched her cheek, her eyes red. "Ms. Harper, how can you just go around hitting people?" "Just going around?" I stared at her, smiling bitterly. "Do I look like I'm just playing around? My hands only hit trash." She stomped her foot, whining to Tyler. "Tyler, you have to stick up for me. I can't just be beaten for no reason." Tyler pushed her away and gently took my hand, rubbing it. "Does it hurt?" "Nope." I slapped him twice more, left and right. In front of all his friends, he finally lost his composure. "Are you jealous or something? Learn the time and place! With all my boys here, do you think I don't need to save face?" Face? With so many "brothers" who had slept with his wife, what face did he have left? "Tyler, life is too boring and flat. I also want to find a little excitement." His face changed colors. "What do you mean?" I smiled at him. "Nothing. Just talking." As I left, I slapped every single one of his "brothers" across the face. "So sorry. If you want to return the slap, just give it to Tyler. After all, you guys are the best of friends." 4 Tyler chased me out, apologizing the whole way. "Chloe, what is wrong with you today? Is it because of Brittany?" "You can't care about her. That’s just business, acting. All my friends do it. If I don't play along, I'm not part of the group, and they won't include me when it’s time to make money." "You know my family went bankrupt once. Life was so hard back then, everyone looked down on me. I never want to live like that again. I can't lose these friends who can keep making me rich." He remembered his past fall from grace, but he forgot me—the one who pulled him out of the mud. I really wanted to stab him to death right there, but I held back. I wanted him to fall from the absolute highest point. Because the higher you stand, the harder you shatter. Early the next morning, he was standing at my door. "Chloe, didn't you say you weren't feeling well yesterday? Let me take you to the hospital to get checked out." I didn't refuse. I wanted to see how he intended to perform. At the hospital, the doctor smiled and congratulated us. "Pregnant. Four weeks. Congratulations!" "Pregnant?" The hidden fury on Tyler’s face nearly made me think he was an Oscar-winning actor. He dragged me into the car. "Speak. How did this happen? When exactly did you cheat on me? Tell me, who is the guy?" I cried, shaking my head. "I don't know. I don't know anything." "How can you not know?" He shook me violently by the shoulders. "Whose bed did you climb into? How could you not know? Chloe, I never knew you were such a shameless woman." He got angrier as he spoke. "Yesterday you threw a fit over Brittany, who is just a business associate, and today you hand me this massive betrayal. Chloe, you’re good. You’re really good." I kept crying. "Don't ask. I really don't know who it belongs to. It feels like there were a lot of people, but I can't remember clearly." A flash of panic crossed his face. "How many people do you remember?" Scum. Animal. I continued to shake my head. "I don't remember. I really don't remember, Tyler. Please don't ask anymore." He clenched his fists, took several deep breaths, and finally hugged me tight. "It’s okay. We’ll get rid of this mistake, and we’ll be just like we were before." "It’s not possible!" I screamed through my tears. "Tyler, I’m not worthy of you anymore. I can't marry you. Let’s call off the wedding." He panicked. "How can we call it off? We can't. I said no matter what happens, no matter how badly you've wronged me, I will forgive you." "Chloe, as long as you get rid of this child and transfer the equity your parents left you to my name, I will definitely forgive you. I won't tell a soul about this. You just quietly handle the abortion." "Really?" I asked timidly through my tears. "You really won't hold it against me?" "As long as you agree to my conditions, I won't." I immediately got out of the car. "Fine. Let’s go get rid of it right now." 5 "Don't you dare touch it!" Ethan Reid, along with the other six pieces of trash, stood in front of me. "Tyler, your fiancée is pregnant with such a massive blessing, and you didn't even tell us the good news?" "Yeah, this is a huge celebration. How could you think about an abortion?" "Exactly. Unless this child isn't Tyler’s? Chloe, did you cheat on him?" I hid behind Tyler. "No, I didn't. This child is Tyler’s." They started laughing. "Really? Didn't we hear you guys have never even slept together?" "Chloe, didn't you always say you wanted to save yourself for the wedding night? Now there’s a kid, hahahaha." Tyler’s face turned bright red. "Shut up, all of you. The child is definitely mine. If you don't believe it, we’ll know when we do the DNA test in a month." He turned back to me. "Don't be scared, Chloe. I definitely won't let your reputation be ruined." Animal. He knew perfectly well this child wasn't his. Just to mess with me, to honor their bet, he was making me carry this child of unknown origins until next month. He just wanted to humiliate me. That night, Ethan sent me a video. Brittany was still flush-faced in Tyler’s embrace. Tyler was smoking a cigar and saying, "One more month. This wait is freaking killing me. But no matter whose it is, it's getting aborted in the end." Another guy, Owen, asked with a grin, "Tyler, what do you think Chloe would do to get back at you if she knew the truth about all this?" "Revenge?" Tyler was dismissive. "Does she actually have the capability to get back at me now? What leverage does she have besides that corporate equity her parents left her? And I’m holding this card of her cheating over her head. She’s already agreed to transfer all the shares to me. What can she possibly do to me?" "Scum. Tyler, you really are the biggest scumbag I've ever met." Tyler took a deep breath. "None of you were saying that when you were rolling around in the sheets with her. I'm a scumbag, are you guys saints?" "Right, right, right. You’re the generous one. When do we get another round? I hear pregnant women are a totally different experience." Tyler finally snapped. "One time. Only once. None of you are ever allowed to mention this again. If anyone leaks this, don't blame me for flipping out. We won't be brothers anymore! You guys have to understand, once I get my hands on Chloe's parents' equity, my net worth and my status will be on a completely different level." His wolf pack finally shut up, except for one who whispered, "Yeah, Tyler, you’ll finally be back at the top. But still, you still can’t compare to Ethan Reid." I clutched my phone tightly. My scissors had already shredded Tyler’s photo into dust. Tyler, at next month’s wedding, I am going to give you a massive gift. A gift you sent to me, which I am sending right back to you. Look forward to it. Prepare to die, you animal! I am not aborting this child. Because his biological father has already found me. 6 Tyler asked me several times when I was going to transfer the shares to him. I smiled and rubbed my stomach. "No rush. I'll give them to you in front of everyone at the wedding." He held me tightly and kissed my forehead. "Chloe, after we get married, you just focus on staying home and recovering. I'll handle making money. We'll be the happiest couple in the world." So disgusting! I covered my mouth and ran to the bathroom, dry heaving. He patted my back and handed me a tissue, and I used the opportunity to ask him: "Can we just abort it now? You know it's not yours, why do we have to keep it?" He still refused. "I need to prove to them that this child is mine, that you didn't cheat on me." I asked him again: "But what if the real father actually comes looking for me? What then?" He was supremely confident: "That's impossible, Chloe. You don't need to worry about that. He will never, ever come looking for you." His absolute certainty made me want to destroy him even more. The sooner, the better. When I walked into Tyler's company headquarters, Brittany was half-undressed. Seeing me, she didn't even panic, just lazily adjusted her blouse. "Ms. Harper, I heard you're pregnant, but you don't even know who the father is." I backhanded her, grabbing the collar of her shirt so hard the buttons popped off and clattered onto the floor. "Who told you that? Who is spreading rumors about me?" She clutched her shirt tightly, stomping her feet in fake distress. "Mr. Sterling, look at Ms. Harper! She's so aggressive! How can a woman with this kind of temper be the lady of the Sterling Group? She'll make us a laughingstock." I slapped her across the face again. "Get your facts straight. I'm the owner of Harper Enterprises, not some accessory to your boss." She played the victim even harder, whining to Tyler. Tyler kicked her aside. "Get out! Who told you to talk out of turn and piss off my wife? You have no situational awareness. You deserved it!" Brittany was furious. She picked up her blazer from the floor and stormed out. Tyler came over and took my hand. "What brings you to the office today? Didn't I tell you I'd handle all the company affairs for you?" "Nothing, just felt like dropping by. Maybe pregnancy really does make people act differently." His eyes drifted to my stomach, and he reached out to touch it. "It's fine. In a month, we'll get rid of it. Chloe, our marriage will be happy." I suddenly asked him a question: "Are you really okay with the fact that my first time wasn't with you?" The corners of his mouth curled up. "It doesn't matter. As long as every day from now on belongs to me, that's all that matters." Trash. He really knows how to put on an act. He didn't care because he thought he was my first, and his frat brothers were just waiting in line behind him. But that wasn't the truth at all! 7 Brittany refused to take the loss lying down. She texted me: [Do you really think Mr. Sterling doesn't care? What man wants to raise a bastard child from an affair?] When I ignored her, she sent a video. Tyler was looking ecstatic on top of her. "Mr. Sterling, are you really going to help Chloe raise a little bastard?" Tyler answered while panting: "Relax. Next month, as soon as the results are out, it's getting aborted. I'm just playing a game. I don't actually have a cuckold fetish." "But you literally handed her over to them. All seven of them." "It's just a game. In the future, they'll hand their wives over to me. It's no big deal. It doesn't affect my relationship with Chloe at all." No big deal. He kept saying it was no big deal. On the day of the wedding, I would make him understand exactly how big of a deal it was. I called the wedding planner. "The groom is changing." After a brief moment of shock, the planner replied: "Understood. I will make all the necessary arrangements." The way Tyler's friends looked at me was getting increasingly disturbing. At gatherings, they were always staring at my stomach. And Tyler sat right next to me, laughing: "Don't even think about coveting my Chloe. In a few days, she'll officially be my wife." It was nauseating. I got up to go to the restroom. When I came back, the guys were in the room begging Tyler. "Let us have one more round." "Yeah, we already played once, what's the harm in one more time?" "Tyler, be a good sport. Let me go first tonight." Tyler smashed his whiskey glass on the floor. "I warned you, only that one time! And if you guys mess around and she miscarries, how the hell are we going to settle the bet?" "That's easy. We'll just each give you the five million anyway." Tyler still adamantly refused: "Only that one time." A chorus of groans erupted. "Boring. You whet our appetites and won't let us have another taste." Someone asked Ethan Reid: "Ethan, tell us, don't you want to play again?" Ethan stood up and grabbed his jacket. "I don't like pregnant women." Standing outside the door, I really wanted to bomb this room and eradicate all these scumbags. Ethan grabbed my wrist and pulled me away. "Let's go look at the custom wedding dress that just flew in." The dress was truly breathtaking, encrusted with diamonds. He pulled me onto his lap. "Do you like it?" Every girl wants the most beautiful wedding dress. Of course I liked it. "One more week. I promise you'll be the most beautiful bride in the world." He said this while leaning in to kiss me. I put my hand up to stop him. "Didn't you just say you don't like playing with pregnant women?" He smirked, an evil, charming glint in his eye, his hot breath hitting my ear: "I only like playing with you. It doesn't matter if you're pregnant or not." He wanted to play, but I'm a human being, not a toy. Why should he get to play whenever he wants? I slid off his lap. He reluctantly kissed the back of my hand. "It's fine. Just one more week until I can be with you openly and legally. Chloe, just wait and see how I'll thoroughly enjoy you then. You won't be able to escape." 8 Tyler also brought me a wedding dress, equally magnificent. He handed it to me with both hands. "Chloe, try it on for me, please?" I ran my fingers over the fabric, remembering the video Brittany had sent me. She had put this exact dress on before me. In the video, she was happily spinning in circles. "Tyler, tell me, who is prettier in this? Me or Chloe?" Tyler was groping her chest. "You're different. You're a slut, and she's pure." "So do you prefer sluts or pure girls?" "Can't I like both?" Brittany had mocked me: "Take a good look at your wedding dress. It has the marks of my and Tyler's love all over it." It was too disgusting. I grabbed a pair of scissors and sliced right into it. Tyler was horrified. "You don't like it? But I had a top designer custom-make this. It took six months." I laughed as I cut it to shreds. "Right. I don't like it. It smells like something I find repulsive." He got very nervous. "That's impossible. Let me smell it." I cut out the most obvious stained section and shoved it against his mouth. "Smell it. What does it smell like?" His face flashed with embarrassment for a split second. "What kind of master designer is this? I'm definitely filing a complaint. It's okay, Chloe. I'll buy you another one immediately. I promise to give you the most perfect, perfect wedding." "No need." I sent him a photo. A photo of me trying on the dress with Ethan. "I already found one I like. I'll just wear that one." He looked at the photo, his eyes filled with awe. "Chloe, you look so beautiful. So pure." Of course I looked beautiful. It's just that this beauty didn't belong to him. He stared at the photo for a while before suddenly frowning. "Who went with you? Why is there a man's hand in the frame?" "Just a store employee." "Bridal boutiques have male employees helping in the dressing rooms now?" I couldn't even be bothered to engage with him. If he didn't believe me, he could go see for himself. Scumbag! Six days before the wedding, he took me for the DNA test. I purposely asked him: "If you know it's not yours, is there really a need to check?" "I'm just doing it to show them. Chloe, no matter whose it is, after the test, we'll abort it immediately, and our wedding will proceed as scheduled." The results would take three days. During those three days, Tyler was unusually excited, to the point where he refused to leave my house at night. "Chloe, wifey, the wedding is almost here. Let me stay, please." I could read the lust in his eyes. "No. I said we wait until the wedding day." "But you're not a virgin anymore, why are you pretending..." He blurted it out, then immediately caught himself and hugged me. "I didn't mean it like that. I just... Chloe, have some pity on me. I really want to be with you. So badly." "Please, just let me stay tonight, okay?" "No. I'm pregnant, Tyler. I'm a pregnant woman." He got even more excited. I knew it. He was exactly like those other scumbags—he wanted to play with a pregnant woman. But how could that happen? Wouldn't the baby's father go insane if he found out?
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