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Brandon eyed me, a flicker of doubt in his gaze. “You really agree?”
nodded, a confident tilt to my chin. “Don’t worry, darling. I have every confidence.”
Seeing me so agreeable, so brimming with confidence about conception, Brandon’s tone softened perceptibly.
“Skylar, rest assured,” he said, a possessive warmth entering his voice, “if you can give me a son within two years, I’ll take you straight to City Hall and make it offici-
al.”
With that, Brandon grandly slipped a dazzling, pigeon–egg–sized diamond ring onto my finger.
As the officiant’s prompts echoed through the hall, he closed his eyes and leaned in, his lips seeking mine.
Meanwhile, Serena Hayes, standing beside me as my bridesmaid, wore not a hint of blessing on her face–only a raw, barely contained, almost manic envy.
I subtly cast a sidelong glance at Serena, fuming in the corner, her jaw clenched. A cold, knowing smirk played on my lips, hidden from view.
Just as expected, Serena could no longer contain the restless fervor within her. In a few quick strides, she darted forward, her smile saccharine, and deftly separated
Brandon and me.
She deliberately, yet with feigned innocence, brushed her ample chest against Brandon, practically throwing herself into his arms, her voice a sickly sweet whine.
“Oh, Mr. Sterling,” she cooed, her voice cloyingly playful, “why so eager? We haven’t even had the reception fun yet! You can’t just go, kissing our bride willy–nilly”
Serena, emboldened by her perceived beauty, brazenly began to overtly seduce him right there in front of me..
Alas, Brandon, a seasoned playboy scion, had seen his share of women, countless types.
His obsession was singularly focused on procreation. He’d long heard rumors of Serena’s numerous abortions leading to infertility. He held her in utter contempt, utterly uninterested.
Brandon forcibly shoved Serena away from him, a harsh, dismissive push. A flicker of wounded surprise crossed Serena’s eyes, quickly masked by resentment
She didn’t blame Brandon. Instead, her venom was instantly, solely, directed at me.
Serena, feigning innocent curiosity, turned to me.
“Skylar,” she began, a hint of patronizing skepticism in her tone, “is your family’s famous fertility truly so miraculous? Or are you just exaggerating? What if you can’t get pregnant? You’ll be sent back, you know.”
Brandon, hearing her insinuation, cast a suspicious glance my way.
Serena, too, stared at me, her lips curling into a triumphant, mocking smirk.
I didn’t waver, not a single tremor. I simply continued to nod, calmly, confidently.
“My family’s legendary fertility has been passed down for five generations,” I stated, my voice unwavering, “and it has never, ever, failed.”
“Rest assured,” I added, a chilling sincerity in my tone, “I will absolutely not disappoint you. I’ll deliver a son, and soon!”
As I spoke, I deliberately produced a small bag from my purse, night there in front of them. It was filled with pre–prepared ovulation stimulants and festiality boosting
medications
At this sight, Serena’s eyes immediately gleamed with an almost manic avarice.
Brandon, equally impatient, eagerly seized my hand, declaring instantly
“Skylar, let’s skip the rest of the wedding formalities,” he urged, his voice thick with anticipation “Let’s head straight to the bridal suite now! Well surely conceive a
son tonight
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Serena, too, laughed, a brittle, strained sound, and pulled my hand, practically shoving me towards the bridal suite.
“Skylar, hurry, go make babies with Mr. Sterling!” she chirped, a false cheer in her voice. “I’m just dying to hold your child soon!”
Watching their undisguised eagerness to exploit me, I let out a silent, chilling scoff.
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In my past life, Brandon Sterling had pursued me with relentless determination, brought me into his home, all solely to use me as a breeding machine.
Even though he knew excessive ovulation stimulant injections were detrimental to health, he still forced me to endure them daily, utterly indifferent to my agonizing
pain, the torment that left me feeling like death, even the permanent damage to my ovaries.
And Serena Hayes, not only did she exploit that cursed system to snatch everything from me, she orchestrated the gruesome deaths of my entire family.
They were a monstrous duo: he, a predatory tiger ravening for my essence; she, a malevolent demon, aiding his cruel feast. Together, they relentlessly drained me of every last drop of my worth, then pushed me to my brutal demise.
Reborn into this life, I would ensure they both paid the ultimate, agonizing price for their sins!
