I was adopted ten years ago to replace the sickly true female heir and marry into the Whitman family, the wealthiest family in town. After several miscarriages, I became weak. I underwent IVF treatments for half a year before finally becoming pregnant. However, in the late stages of my pregnancy, I was suddenly attacked by robbers who assaulted me. They even forcibly cut open my abdomen, removed my baby, causing me to die on the spot. Before dying, I overheard a conversation between the leader of the robbers and my husband, Samuel Whitman. “Debra has recovered. I can marry her now. This country bumpkin is useless. Kill her.” Only then did I realize that Samuel’s love for me was a fraud, and I was merely a tool for him to fight for the family fortune. The female heir was his true love. Afraid of her suffering through childbirth, he used me and my child to pave the way for her. After being reborn, I awakened a Fertility Blessing System. In my previous life, the Whitman family had few members, and Samuel claimed his share of the family fortune through his offspring. But he wasn’t the only heir. Rumor had it that Samuel’s uncle, Landon Whitman, had no children, which was why he voluntarily gave up his inheritance rights. This time, I found an excuse to invite him over. Then, I directly stripped off his clothes and threw away the condom in his hand. “Landon, let me give you a child?” ***** When I woke up, the familiar egg retrieval needle appeared before my eyes, gleaming coldly. Samuel’s gentle voice sounded above my head. “Baby, be good. This time, you’ll definitely get pregnant.” It took me a moment to realize that I had been reborn on the day of my successful IVF procedure. During this year, I frequently visited the gynecologist, all to conceive Samuel’s child. I loved him for ten years. So, I willingly endured the pain of countless miscarriages and IVF procedures. But he fell in love with my sister, Debra Roberts, the true female heir of the Roberts family. Samuel needed a child to compete for the family fortune, yet he wanted her to have a child without going through childbirth. So, he deceived me with love. If I hadn’t been forced to death by them in my previous life, I would have been fooled for a lifetime. I broke free from Samuel’s embrace and said, “I’m not doing the IVF procedure anymore.” Behind me, he froze for a moment, then turned me by the shoulders, his expression displeased. “Natalie, you know the requirements for inheriting the family. If I don’t have a child, how can I defeat Landon and become the heir?” Landon was the youngest elder in the Whitman family, only a few years older than Samuel, but also his most feared competitor. Currently, Landon hadn’t yet announced that he wouldn’t have children and would give up his inheritance rights. That’s why Samuel was so eager. “Before, you couldn’t keep our children. We must hurry and have another child. Don’t make this difficult for me.” Debra chimed in from the side, “Natalie, you should think more about Samuel.” I turned my head, a tear sliding down the corner of my eye. Debra had a congenital disease. They often drugged me unconscious to make me donate blood for her. As a result, I grew weaker day by day, suffering four consecutive miscarriages. Yet despite this, Samuel and Debra showed me no mercy, determined to squeeze out my last drop of value. My four unformed children even became ingredients for her medicine. And Samuel, the demon who killed his own children with his own hands, could so easily push the blame onto me. I closed my eyes briefly and swept away the long tubes on my body. The egg retrieval needle was specially prepared by Debra. She wanted my child, but she also hated me. Each time, she instructed the doctor to torture me with cruel methods. Thinking of that unforgettable pain, I couldn’t stop trembling. I instinctively flung away the terrifying needle. The next second, I heard Debra cry out in pain. The needle had pierced her calf. Her face contorted in agony. “Natalie, there’s a limit to throwing tantrums!” Samuel immediately picked up Debra and said coldly, “When I come back, I expect to see you having completed the IVF procedure.” Staring at their retreating figures, I clenched my fists. My nails dug into my palms, drawing faint traces of blood. In my previous life, I went through countless difficulties to get pregnant, but before giving birth, I was kidnapped by robbers. I endured assault, and my abdomen was cut open to remove my child. And the mastermind behind it all was Samuel, my husband. As I was dying, Debra stepped on my ruined belly, laughing arrogantly. “You’re just a substitute. How dare you compete with me? Both the Whitman Group and the Roberts Group are mine. You’re useless now!” I was abandoned by Samuel and Debra in that abandoned factory. Before I died, the last thing I saw was their retreating figures, just like now. I died with hatred. In the void, I was awakened by the cold voice of the system. “Host, congratulations on awakening the Fertility Blessing System. As long as you give birth to children, you can change your previous life’s fate. “Debra has committed many evil deeds. As punishment, if she miscarries once, she will never be able to conceive again.”
Following Samuel’s command, the doctor outside the door approached me with an even larger and thicker extraction needle. I barely dodged his hand and ran toward the exit. But suddenly two nurses appeared at the operating room door. They grabbed me from both sides and strapped me back onto the operating table. “Mrs. Whitman, these are your husband’s orders. Please don’t make this difficult for us.” The cold instruments ignored my struggles and forcibly spread my legs. As the extraction needle was about to pierce my body, I screamed, “If you dare harm me, I’ll immediately report to your superiors that you’ve accepted bribes!” The doctor paused. “Mrs. Whitman, all our procedures are legal and compliant.” Breathing heavily, I glared at him. “You’re using non-standard extraction needles and abortion drugs, and you’re privately selling placentas. Are these actions compliant? Let me leave, or your career as an attending physician will be over.” The doctor quickly signaled to the two nurses. My restraints were loosened, and I hastily left the operating room. Samuel returned home late that night. “Why didn’t you wait for me to pick you up? You left the hospital without telling me.” I forced a smile and said, “The doctor said I’m recovering well and don’t need to go back to the hospital. He also mentioned that natural conception increases the chances of having a boy.” Samuel was delighted. He embraced me and whispered, “Thank you, my dear. But you still need to keep taking your medication. We can’t stop halfway.” Looking at those colorful pills, I laughed bitterly inside. Over the years, I had taken countless sedatives, abortion pills, and fertility drugs. Even the doctor had warned me that I was showing early signs of kidney failure, but Samuel ignored it completely. I took the pills and, while pretending to swallow, discreetly threw them away. Samuel’s hand slipped under my nightgown. “So shall we…” “Today isn’t my ovulation day.” I shifted away slightly and yawned. “Landon is coming back tomorrow, and there’s a family dinner. Let’s get some sleep.” At the mention of Landon’s name, Samuel instantly lost interest. His arm wrapped around my waist like a shackle, making me feel cold and suffocated. In this life, I want my child, the Whitman Group, and the Roberts Group. The only thing I don’t want is Samuel’s love. The next morning, Samuel was in a foul mood. Landon holds a high position in the Whitman family. Since he’s returning to the country now, it’s obvious he wants to compete for the inheritance. Naturally, I want to make Samuel and Debra’s fears come true. Although I’ve only met Landon a few times, I’ve learned that his preferences are completely opposite to Samuel’s. Today, I deliberately dressed according to Landon’s taste. As soon as I entered the banquet hall, I saw Debra wearing a flashy red dress, arm in arm with Sandra, chatting and laughing. Upon seeing me, she deliberately spoke loudly to show off: “Sandra, this dress is quite expensive. Maybe you should give it to Natalie instead? She seems to need formal attire more than I do.” Samuel’s mother, Sandra Whitman, frowned with displeasure the moment she saw me. “The Whitman family is a prestigious family. You’re dressed so simply. Are you trying to tell people we mistreat you?” Back then, Sandra strongly opposed my marriage into the Whitman family. She thought I wasn’t as good as Debra, but Samuel insisted on marrying me, so she had to compromise. She reluctantly accepted me only because Debra was ill and I had consecutive pregnancies. However, I hadn’t delivered a single child. Sandra had long lost patience with me. “You’ve killed four children, your sins are grave! How could Samuel marry such an unlucky woman?” “Sandra, the doctors praised me for being fertile…” Noticing the inquiring gaze behind me, I deliberately raised my voice. Sandra continued to belittle me. Unfazed, I prepared to find Landon. The next moment, someone stepped on the hem of my dress, causing me to fall straight toward the champagne tower. Instantly, countless glasses crashed to the floor, and champagne spilled all over me. When Samuel rushed over, he witnessed this scene. Debra said with feigned innocence: “Natalie, even if Sandra’s words were harsh, you shouldn’t make a scene like this.” Then, I was slapped across the face, leaving a burning sensation. Samuel scolded me harshly: “You’re becoming increasingly disrespectful. Apologize!” He gripped my arm and pushed me down onto the broken glass. My wounds stung sharply as they came into contact with the champagne. I gasped in pain and tried to get up, but Samuel pressed down on me forcefully. Suddenly, a clear, cold voice rang out. “Enough.”
Landon walked over and looked at everyone, his voice cold and clear. “Since when did family dinners include bloody scenes?” The entire banquet hall instantly fell into silence, everyone feeling afraid. Seeing Landon preparing to leave, I gathered my courage and tugged at the hem of his clothes. “Landon, could you help me treat my wound? It really hurts.” I lowered my head, giving him plenty of room for imagination. After a moment of silence, he gripped my wrist and pulled me up. I stumbled into his arms, my lips faintly brushing against his Adam’s apple. Landon froze for a moment. He narrowed his eyes, but his grip on my wrist thoughtfully loosened a bit as he led me to the service counter. “Landon…” Before I could finish speaking, Landon turned and went back to the banquet. Watching his figure disappear into the crowd, I pondered what to do next. Suddenly, Samuel’s voice sounded behind me. “Had enough of looking?” I turned around abruptly, meeting his dark gaze. “You know Landon and I are enemies, yet you still asked him for help.” Samuel kissed me with alcohol-heavy breath, forcefully caressing my body. “Let go of me!” I pushed Samuel away hard and grabbed some water nearby to splash on him. He wiped his face awkwardly and growled, “Now that you have Landon, you look down on me, huh? Don’t forget you’re my woman!” I said with displeasure, “I’m trying to sober you up. I’m on my period these days, I can’t have sex with you.” The system had reminded me that these ovulation days were most fertile, and my child’s father would only be Landon. Samuel looked grim. “Natalie, do you think I’m an idiot? Today isn’t your period…” Suddenly, a phone call interrupted him. Debra asked sweetly, “Samuel, my heart doesn’t feel well. Could you take me back to rest?” This time Samuel didn’t agree immediately. He looked at me. I displayed a polite smile and urged, “Take good care of Debra.” He left angrily. As the banquet ended, I fixed my makeup and walked outside the hotel to flag down that black Maybach. Crying, I said pitifully, “Landon, Samuel left me behind. Could you take me home?” “Get in.” It gradually started raining. Landon gentlemanly held an umbrella for me to my doorstep. As soon as we entered, we saw clothes scattered all over the living room and heard flirtatious conversation. On the sofa, Samuel and Debra were intertwined, each of their movements fully engaged. “Samuel, I’ll give you a child. Will you divorce her and be with me?” Landon’s brows furrowed tightly. Before I could react, the system excitedly reminded me: “Master, this is a perfect chance to play the victim!” I quickly pinched my thigh to force out tears. “Samuel, how could you sleep with my sister?!” Samuel looked up at me, showing no embarrassment at being discovered. “You didn’t want to sleep with me, right? Someone has to help me relieve my desires.” I was too angry to speak, turning away and running out in devastation. Samuel looked at Landon and challenged, “Landon, this is my family matter. You don’t need to interfere.” Landon warned coldly, “The Whitman Group can’t afford scandals. Keep yourself in check.” With that, he slammed the door shut as he left. Soon, Landon found me sitting on the ground in the pouring rain and silently took me to a hotel. When I walked into the bathroom, he was preparing to leave. Suddenly, I cried out in pain. He rushed in to find a phone under the shower, its screen displaying a pregnancy test with two lines. I was soaking wet, helplessly hugging myself. The wound on my leg was bleeding again, staining a large area red. “Why are they doing this to me? Why?” Landon frowned, trying to help me up. But I forcefully pulled him down on top of me. Instantly, he was soaked through as well. “Natalie, calm down.” “Landon.” I wrapped my arms around Landon’s neck, choking back sobs: “Nobody wants me anymore. Please…” His intense kiss interrupted my words. He finally stopped holding back. “Natalie, since you’re seducing me, you need to be prepared.” All night long, we made passionate love. When I woke up, the system said: “Master, congratulations on your successful pregnancy.” I wanted to tell Landon this news. But for two straight weeks, he never appeared again, nor did he let me leave the hotel. During this time, Samuel also messaged me asking where I was. I completely ignored him. One day, Debra found me with divorce papers. “Sign them. As long as you agree to divorce, you can name any conditions you want.” “Does Samuel know about this?” Debra proudly pushed out her slightly swollen belly. “I’m now carrying his child, making me the hero of the entire Whitman family. How could he possibly still want you?” I ruthlessly exposed her true motives. “Bottom line is you’re getting desperate, right? As long as I don’t divorce him, you’ll forever be just his mistress, and your child will be illegitimate.” Debra angrily said, “So you’re not going to sign, are you? Then you can go to hell!” In the next second, she lunged at me and violently grabbed my throat. “Only I can be Samuel’s wife!” Debra pinned me down on the bed, her features twisted with rage. An overwhelming sense of suffocation washed over me. I felt dizzy, and my lower abdomen began to ache. Thinking of my baby, I used all my strength to kick Debra away. My throat burned with pain. I coughed for a while before recovering. “My baby…” Debra clutched her stomach, falling to the floor in agony as blood slowly spread beneath her. I was about to call an ambulance. “Debra!” Samuel rushed in anxiously and embraced Debra, his hands becoming stained with blood. Debra cried miserably. “Samuel, save our baby. Natalie tried to kill him!” Samuel’s eyes turned vicious. “Natalie, if anything happens to my child, I’ll make you pay!” With that, he carried Debra quickly toward the hospital. I called Landon, but his assistant answered. “Mr. Whitman is currently abroad. Miss Roberts, he wants you to rest comfortably at the hotel. He’ll be back in a week.” I stared at the still-wet bloodstains on the floor, unable to calm down. “The hotel isn’t safe. I need bodyguards.” Landon’s assistant was highly efficient. Within fifteen minutes, six black-suited bodyguards were stationed outside the presidential suite. I felt considerably more secure. Now, if I could just safely wait for Landon’s return and tell him about my pregnancy, everything could be over. A familiar sense of fatigue washed over me. I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, I found myself lying on a cold operating table. Debra was lightly tracing a scalpel over my body, filling me with terror. I instinctively tried to move away from her, only to discover I couldn’t summon an ounce of strength. “Debra, what have you done to me?!” Debra said venomously, “Natalie, you killed my baby and made it impossible for me to ever get pregnant again. You’ll pay for this!” My heart skipped a beat. “What are you planning to do?” Debra’s gaze slowly moved from my face down to my lower abdomen. She pointed at my belly. “I want your uterus!” I stared back in horror. “You’re insane?!” I struggled desperately, but under the influence of the drugs, it was useless. Medical staff swarmed around me to perform final checks. Suddenly, the attending physician exclaimed, “Miss Roberts, she’s pregnant!” Debra stared at me intently, then suddenly burst into laughter. “That’s even better, isn’t it?” “Begin the surgery immediately!” “No!” As the doctor reached toward me, I bit his hand with all my might. “Hasn’t the anesthetic taken effect yet? Give her another injection quickly!” “But an overdose could be dangerous for her.” “Miss Roberts only wants her uterus, nothing else matters. If she becomes brain-damaged, it’ll be even easier to handle. Inject her now!” I could only watch helplessly as the anesthetic was injected into me again. Soon, I could no longer fight the dizziness. Before losing consciousness, I vaguely saw the operating room doors being violently forced open. Landon’s face appeared in my line of sight.
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