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On our wedding night, Serena, without hesitation, injected me with an overdose of ovulation stimulants. And Brandon, utterly disregarding the agonizing, plummeti- ng ache in my lower abdomen from the excessive dosage, took me ruthlessly, repeatedly, well over a dozen times.
Both of them, consumed with feverish anticipation for my womb to blossom with life, showered me with countless traditional herbal concoctions, insisting I ‘nourish
my body for conception.
In my past life, ignorant of Brandon’s critically low sperm count, I truly believed he genuinely desired a child, truly loved the idea of a family. And so, no matter how bitter those medicines tasted, I obediently swallowed every drop.
But this time, I poured every last drop of those vile potions directly into a potted plant. Then, I pulled out my phone and summoned six virile, handsome male escor-
- ts.
In my previous life, I toiled endlessly at home, enduring daily injections and bitter medicines, while Brandon’s parade of outside flings and fleeting lovers never ceas-
ed
He spent his days ensnared in a web of various women, only returning to our bed at night, solely for the purpose of procreation.
Fortunately, he was quite generous with money, never skimping on funds, utterly indifferent to anything else beyond his singular goal.
Thus, in this life, my discreet dalliances with six male escorts remained utterly undetected by him.
By day, I lost myself in unbridled passion with the energetic escorts, their bodies intertwined with mine. By night, I offered Brandon only a perfunctory, disinterested physical presence.
And I never forgot to needle Serena Hayes with subtle jabs, messaging her, hinting–both overtly and covertly–that I felt I was very likely already pregnant.
Sure enough, no sooner had I dropped that tantalizing hint to Serena than she, on the very next day, abruptly married a wealthy, septuagenarian gentleman.
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Kind–hearted souls implored her not to gamble with her own happiness, but she remained utterly impervious to their warnings, even boasting she would surely bear her “old baby” a healthy, strapping boy.
Everyone scoffed, whispering that she had completely lost her mind.
But I knew the truth: if she didn’t secure a husband soon, any child I conceived would be instantly transferred to her womb.
Unmamed, she wouldn’t even be able to explain the paternity of the child, a tangled web of lies and accusations.
Her initial plan had been to seduce Brandon Sterling, but surrounded by a constant parade of beauties, he’d utterly dismissed her. So she had to find another path, settling for a wealthy old man long past his reproductive prime.
I couldn’t be bothered with her petty schemes. My days were blissfully simple: visiting Grandma, then indulging in joyful dalliances with my charming male compan-
Four months later, Brandon arrived with a doctor, intent on examining my body.
Serena Hayes, of course, also showed up, eager for the spectacle.
When the doctor confirmed I hadn’t conceived, Brandon’s face darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes.
He immediately launched into a furious trade, his words biting
put you through countless ovulation shots! Why is your womb so utterly useless, so unwilling to conceive??”
1 mamed you. I spend money on you, not to coddle you as some trophy wife in this mansion
Seeing me berated, Serena’s smugness inflated, her nose practically twitching with triumph.
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She cast a disdainful, mocking glance my way, then, with an almost sickening display of maternal affection, stroked her own visibly swollen belly, her voice sacchar-
ine, dripping with false sympathy
“Skylar,” she purred, her voice cloying, “your family is legendary for its fertility. How is it that you are the sole exception?”
“My husband is seventy years old,” she continued, a smugness in her tone, “and I still managed to conceive. But you? All that effort, all that time, and not a single flutter in your womb.”
I looked up. She and that old man had been married only four months, yet her belly seemed to be swelling as if she were eight months along
I pressed down the triumphant smile trying to bloom on my lips, feigning sorrow as I spoke.
1 don’t know what happened,” I lamented, my voice trembling with feigned distress, “It’s all my useless wombr
Seeing my apparent defeat, Serena’s smugness swelled further. She pressed her advantage, continuing to mock me.
“Conceiving also relies on luck,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. “Perhaps you’re just unlucky, unlike me. I was simply born with a destiny for abun- dant blessings and many children.”
“Mr. Sterling, you and Skylar shouldn’t lose heart,” she added, a seemingly sympathetic smile on her face. “You’ll definitely conceive next time!”
Gazing at Serena’s conspicuously bulging belly, Brandon’s frustration simmered, a dark cloud settling over him.
Unwilling to admit he couldn’t even outperform a seventy–year–old man in terms of fertility, he unleashed his fury, dumping the entire blame squarely on me.
Skylar Vance,” he snarled, his voice venomous, “I gave you every fertility concoction under the sun! Why can’t you even measure up to Serena Hayes?!”
Tell me! Have you been neglecting your medication, secretly refusing to take it?!”
I shook my head frantically, vehemently denying his accusation.
He delivered his ultimatum, his voice cold and final.
“Skylar Vance, I’m warning you: if you fail to conceive within these two years of our trial marriage, don’t even dream of making our union official at City Hall!”
Serena Hayes, ever the eager accomplice, quickly pushed a stack of ovulation stimulant injections into my hands.
“Skylar, dear,” she cooed, her eyes gleaming with false encouragement, “just keep taking your shots and your medicine diligently! You’ll definitely conceive! Don’t you dare get lazy just because you’re afraid of the pain or the bitterness!”
Only after a lengthy, condescending lecture about my ‘duties‘ did the two of them finally depart
For a while after that, Serena Hayes would sporadically send me taunting texts, her messages dripping with smug provocation.
[Mr. Sterling is truly so generous. He pities my difficult pregnancy, and he’s bought me so many nourishing supplements!]
(Oh, my! Mr. Sterling has been visiting so often lately. He keeps asking me for fertility secrets, you know~]
[But I told him, not everyone is blessed with a destiny for abundant children like me. Skylar, you really need to work harder!]
As I read Serena’s thinly veiled taunts, her words dripping with insincere sympathy, I absently, almost greedily, stroked the taut, sculpted chest of the male compani-
on beside me
Only after I had thoroughly indulged in the intimate services of my male companion did I bother to reply to her.
[Well then, I suppose I’d better learn from you, hadn’t I? I’ll need to hurry and give Brandon at least a dozen children!]
I raised my hand, gently stroking my own flat stomach, a silent anticipation of Serena’s impending humiliation building within me.
Six months later.
Serena Hayes successfully delivered sextuplets for the seventy–year–old man.
However, the fetuses had consumed an excessive amount of nourishing supplements during the pregnancy, causing them to grow to an enormous size. Their birth
nearly claimed Serena’s life
I had expected Serena to lie low for a while, to recover
But before she even finished her postpartum confinement, I received a disturbing surveillance video.
In the video, Serena, clad in revealing lingerie, her breasts provocatively exposed, brazenly hooked Brandon Sterling’s chin with her finger.
Her voice, & soft, alluring whisper, dripped with seduction
“Mr Sterling,” she purred, her voice a siren’s call, “my womb is truly exceptional. Don’t you want to give it a try?”
Brandon, despite having indulged in countless wornen, had indeed never sampled a woman who had just given birth.
He chuckled, shedding his clothes with an eager grin, then swept Serena into his arms, pushing forward with brazen determination
He toled like a tireless ox, burying his head in Serena’s swollen, overflowing bosom, sucking fiercely, heediensty
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Serena writhed beneath him, her body rising and falling, and amidst her breathless moans, she still managed to whimper a question.
“Mr. Sterling,” she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure and ambition, “what if I conceive before Skylar Vance?
Brandon, his eyes clouded with lust, merely chuckled, a low, guttural sound.
“Naturally,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire, “whoever conceives first, she will be Mrs. Sterling.”
“But what if it truly is me first?” she pressed, her voice laced with a triumphant expectation.
Brandon gave a soft laugh, a dismissive flick of his fingers against Serena’s nose, and made his promise.
“Then, of course, I’ll take you, you little minx, and make you my wife!”
With renewed fervor, the two of them tumbled together once more, lost in their sordid passion.
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