My boyfriend, Tyler Vance, drugged me every single night. Then, he took me to the beds of his seven different wealthy friends. They made a crazy bet: "No protection. Whoever gets her pregnant in a month pays Tyler twenty million dollars." One month later, I actually got pregnant. But the moment I held the positive pregnancy test, Tyler immediately booked an appointment at an abortion clinic for me. "Take care of this, and we'll get married right away." I slapped him hard across the face, shoving a marriage certificate in his face. "Get lost. Don't ruin my wedding with my baby's real father." "Miss Davis, you don't have a stomach bug. You're pregnant." The doctor's words echoed in my head, making me dizzy. Pregnant? I wasn't even married yet. I hadn't even slept with a man. How on earth could I be pregnant? Holding the ultrasound sheet, my mind was a chaotic mess. I had no idea how to explain this to Tyler, since our wedding was scheduled for next month. Would he hate me? Would he call off the wedding immediately? My questions were answered when I stood outside a VIP lounge at the club and overheard Tyler talking to his seven friends. "It's been a month. By now, Chloe should be pregnant, right?" "Yeah, the timing is just right. There's no way none of the seven of us hit the jackpot." Tyler was holding a cigarette, his new personal secretary, Amber Reed, sitting on his lap. "I'll take her to the clinic for a checkup tomorrow," Tyler said. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest. What did they mean? Before I could even process their words, Tyler spoke again. "If she really is pregnant, you guys better get that twenty million dollars ready for me." "Twenty million? You think any of us can't afford that?" "Honestly, Tyler, you really know how to play. Other guys put their wives up as poker stakes, but you actually used your wife and the baby in her womb as a bet." "You're incredibly generous, man." Tyler pinched Amber's thigh under her skirt. "I had to. Life has been so boring lately. I just wanted to add some excitement to my life." Amber let out a soft moan. "Mr. Vance, you wouldn't put me on your friends' beds tomorrow too, would you?" Tyler pinched her chin. "You? You're not qualified to get on my friends' beds." His trashy friends raised their glasses in excitement. "Exactly. Who has a face and body like Chloe's? Tyler, since you were willing to share her, we won't treat you badly in the future." "Right. It's a deal. In the future, everyone's wife has to be shared like this. Otherwise, you're kicked out of our circle forever." A cold shiver ran down my spine. My legs shook violently. These bastards actually used me as a bet. They used my unborn child as a toy. And the mastermind was my own fiancé. My hands clenched into tight fists. I was about to kick the door open and kill these monsters. Suddenly, a pair of large, warm hands covered my mouth and dragged me into the empty VIP suite next door. I struggled violently. "Let me go! Let me go right now! My fiancé is right next door!" "Are you sure he's still your fiancé?" The man's warm breath brushed against my earlobe, making me shudder. I froze. This man was one of Tyler's seven friends. Alex Stone. I quickly spun around, backing against the wall. "Don't come near me! Stay back!" He clicked a lighter, lit a cigarette, but then looked at my belly and immediately stubbed it out in the ashtray. "What? Surprised to hear that?" I wasn't just surprised; I was consumed by a burning rage. Tyler and I had known each other for fifteen years and had been dating for five. When his family went bankrupt, I used my family's resources to pull him back to the top. And our wedding was next month. Yet now, he was literally delivering me to other men's beds. Seven of them! I forced myself to calm down. I couldn't lose my head. I needed to find a breakthrough, and I had to start with Alex. I pinched my own arm hard to keep from crying, taking deep breaths. Finally, Alex, who was lounging on the sofa, spoke first. "What do you want to ask me?" I closed my eyes, not daring to look at him, but I forced the words out. "How did I end up in your beds? Why don't I remember anything?" "Because Tyler drugged you every night. You were completely blacked out. He carried you to our beds himself, and then brought you back home before dawn." "What kind of drug?" As soon as I asked, I regretted it. What else could it be? "Why are you telling me this?" I asked, staring at him. "Aren't you afraid of ruining your friendship with Tyler?" He let out a cold laugh. "Him? My friend? He's not on my level. And..." He slowly stood up, walked over, and pulled me onto his lap. "And there's a very high chance that the baby in your belly is mine. So..." I slapped him hard across the face. "Get lost!" Instead of letting me go, he pinned my hands above my head. "Chloe, you didn't feel anything the first few times. Do you want to try it today while you're awake?" I didn't let him finish. I brought my knee up hard straight into his crotch. Groaning in pain, he finally released me. But as I turned to leave, his low voice drifted from behind me. "Do you want to destroy Tyler Vance?"
When I pushed open the door to Tyler's VIP lounge, Amber quickly slid off his lap. Tyler's pants were unzipped. Thankfully, the room was dark, and he quickly zipped them back up. The other bastards looked at me with weird, knowing smiles. "Whoa, Chloe. Are you here to keep Tyler on a leash?" "Don't worry, we're keeping a close eye on him for you. He's behaving." Thinking about what I had just heard, I walked straight up to Tyler and slapped him across the face. He got angry instantly. "What the hell are you doing?!" I shook my hand casually. "Nothing. There was a fly on your face." Amber gasped, "Mr. Vance, does it hurt? I'll get you some ice." I turned around and slapped her face too. "Does it hurt? Feel it yourself." She covered her cheek, her eyes welling with tears. "Miss Davis, how can you just assault people like this?" "Assault?" I smirked at her. "Do I look like I'm just hitting random people? My hands only hit trashy men and cheap girls." She stamped her foot, whining to Tyler. "Mr. Vance, you have to stand up for me! I can't just let her hit me for no reason!" Tyler shoved her away and gently grabbed my hand. "Does your hand hurt, babe?" "Not at all." I slapped him twice more, left and right. In front of all his friends, his ego finally cracked. "Can you not be so jealous in public? My friends are all here. Do you have to embarrass me like this?" His friends had all slept with me, and he still cared about his "embarrassment"? "Tyler, life is just too boring and flat. I wanted to add some excitement to it too." His expression changed. "What do you mean by that?" I smiled. "Nothing. Just talking." Before I left, I walked up to every single one of his friends and slapped them too. "So sorry, guys. If you want to return the slap, do it to Tyler. After all, you guys are best friends." Tyler ran out after me, apologizing to his friends along the way. "Chloe, what is wrong with you today? Is it because of Amber?" "Don't worry about her. She's just a plaything. All my friends do it, and if I don't join in, I'll be left out of their business circles. They won't share their investment deals with me." "You know my family went bankrupt once. Life was so hard back then, everyone looked down on me. I never want to go back to that." "I can't lose these friends who can make me rich." He remembered his past struggle, but he completely forgot that I was the one who pulled him out of that quicksand. I desperately wanted to stab him right there, but I held back. I wanted him to fall from the absolute peak. After all, the higher you stand, the harder you crash. The next morning, he was standing at my front door. "Chloe, didn't you say you weren't feeling well yesterday? Let me take you to the hospital." I didn't reject him. I wanted to see him act. At the hospital, the doctor smiled and congratulated me. "You're pregnant, four weeks along. Congratulations!" "Pregnant?!" The suppressed rage on Tyler's face was so realistic, he deserved an Oscar. He dragged me into his car and locked the doors. "Tell me the truth! How did this happen? When did you cheat on me? Who is the man?!" I shook my head, crying. "I don't know... I don't know anything." "How can you not know?!" He shook my shoulders violently. "Whose bed did you climb into? How can you not know?" "Chloe, I never knew you were such a shameless woman!" He got angrier and angrier. "Yesterday you threw a tantrum over Amber, and today you present me with a bastard child? Wow, Chloe. Just wow." I kept crying. "Don't ask me. I really don't know who it is. It felt like... like there were many men, but my head was so foggy." A flash of panic went through his eyes. "How many do you remember?" What a piece of trash. I shook my head. "I don't know, I really don't. Tyler, please don't ask me anymore." He clenched his fists, took several deep breaths, and then slowly hugged me tight. "It's okay. We'll abort this bastard child, and everything will go back to how it was." "No!" I screamed, sobbing. "Tyler, I don't deserve you anymore. I can't marry you. Let's cancel the wedding." He panicked. "How can we cancel it? No! I told you, no matter what happens, no matter how badly you hurt me, I will forgive you." "Chloe, as long as you get rid of this baby and transfer the Davis Enterprises shares your parents left you to my name, I will forgive you completely." "I won't tell anyone about this. You just need to quietly get the abortion." "Really?" I asked timidly, wiping my tears. "You really won't hold it against me?" "Only if you agree to my terms." I immediately opened the car door. "Fine. Let's go abort it right now."
"No abortion!" Alex stood in front of us, with the other six bastards right behind him. "Tyler, your fiancée is pregnant with such a big blessing, and you didn't even share the good news with us?" "Yeah, this is a massive celebration! Why would you abort it?" "Wait, is this baby not yours, Tyler? Chloe, did you cheat on him?" I hid behind Tyler, pretending to be terrified. "No, I didn't! This baby is Tyler's!" They burst out laughing. "Really? But we heard you guys hadn't even slept together yet." "Chloe, didn't you always say you wanted to save yourself for the wedding night? And now you're already pregnant?" Tyler's face turned bright red. "Shut up, all of you! The baby is definitely mine. If you don't believe me, we'll do a DNA test in a month!" He turned to me. "Don't worry, Chloe. I won't let them ruin your reputation." What a hypocrite. He knew damn well the baby wasn't his. Just to keep me in his trap and win their bet, he wanted me to carry this baby until next month. He just wanted to humiliate me. That night, Alex sent me a Snapchat video. In the video, Amber was riding Tyler, her face flushed. Tyler gasped, saying, "One more month... this wait is killing me." "But whoever's baby it is, we'll abort it anyway in the end." Justin laughed and asked, "Tyler, if Chloe ever finds out the truth, how do you think she'll take revenge on you?" "Revenge?" Tyler sneered. "What power does she have left to fight me? Besides the Davis Enterprises shares her parents left her, what other leverage does she have?" "Once I hold this cheating scandal over her head, she'll sign over all her shares to me. What can she possibly do to me then?" "Man, Tyler, you are the absolute worst piece of trash I've ever met." Tyler gasped loudly. "Oh, please. You guys didn't complain when you were sleeping with her. I'm trash, but you guys aren't?" "True, true. You're the generous one. When are we doing another round? I've never tried a pregnant woman before. I heard they feel different." Tyler's face finally went cold. "Only once. That was the deal. Don't ever bring it up again. If anyone leaks this, don't blame me for ruining our friendship." "You guys have to understand. Once I get the Davis trust fund, my net worth and status will be on a completely different level." His trashy friends finally shut up, though one muttered, "Yeah, you'll be back at the top. But still, you can't beat Alex." I gripped my phone so hard my knuckles turned white. I took a pair of scissors and shredded Tyler's photos. Tyler, I'm going to give you a massive present at our wedding next month. A gift that you designed, but I will deliver right back to you. Just wait. You bastard. As for the baby, I would never abort it, because I had already found his real father.
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