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The day I was diagnosed with a brain tumor, I saw my wife outside the maternity ward at the hospital. My heart skipped a beat with excitement. I wanted to rush over and ask if she was pregnant with our child. But just as I got to my feet, I saw her run toward another man. Seeing how intimate they were, I lowered my eyes and let out a sneer. I never would have guessed that all those times she said she was too busy with work to come home, she was actually preparing to have someone else’s baby. It was midnight. I sat on the couch, smoking one cigarette after another. The ashtray on the coffee table was overflowing with butts, and I let out a deep sigh. I clutched my phone, hesitating for a long time, scrolling back and forth through my contacts until I finally stopped on my wife’s name, Lizbeth Webster. I gritted my teeth and was just about to dial her number when the door suddenly swung open. I stubbed out my cigarette and stood up from the couch. I turned around and saw two people standing in the doorway. When I saw the man supporting Lizbeth, my eyes widened in surprise. It was the same man I’d seen with her at the hospital before. I stood there, rooted to the spot as if paralyzed. Lizbeth was drunk, her cheeks flushed, her clothes disheveled. She leaned against the man for support. That man’s face was a bit red. It looked like he’d had a fair amount to drink, too. He seemed surprised to see me home but still helped Lizbeth over to the couch, laying her down gently. “Mr. Webster, you’re home. Lizbeth said no one was here, so I brought her up,” he explained. “She had a bit too much to drink at a business dinner. If it’s not too much trouble, could you make her something warm to drink?” He turned toward the door, giving me a nod. “Goodbye, Mr. Webster.” I grabbed Lizbeth’s car keys from her bag and caught up to him, offering him a smile. “I noticed you’ve been drinking too. Let me drive you home.” He looked down. With only the porch light on, I couldn’t make out his expression. I thought he might come up with some excuse to refuse, but he nodded and agreed. I drove while he sat in the passenger seat. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and he happened to look back at me. “Mr. Webster, when are you and Lizbeth planning to have kids?” Hearing his question, I lowered my head, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “That’s up to Lizbeth. I don’t want to pressure her. We’ll just let things happen naturally.” He turned his head to look out the window and said thoughtfully, “Letting things happen naturally. That’s good.” After dropping him off, I leaned back in the driver’s seat, staring at the lit window across the street, a restless feeling churning inside me. I remembered there was a pack of cigarettes hidden in the glove compartment, something I’d stashed away secretly. Lizbeth didn’t like me smoking, so whenever we went out together, I never brought any. However, I had a strong craving, so I’d often hide a pack in the car and sneak a smoke when she wasn’t around. I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the glove compartment. A piece of A4 paper slipped out. I bent down to pick it up, and when I saw what was on it, a sharp pain shot through my head. I pressed a hand to my temple, my stomach churning violently. I pushed open the car door and stumbled out, crouching by the roadside, retching into the bushes. I dry-heaved for a long time, but only a little bit of stomach acid came out. That was when I remembered that I’d only eaten breakfast today. I wiped my mouth, wearing a bitter smile. I felt around in my pockets, but they were empty. Thinking about what was on that A4 paper, I clenched my fists. It was Lizbeth’s seven-week ultrasound scan. I hadn’t expected their baby to be that far along already.

Lizbeth and I first met back in college. At that time, I was quite the figure on campus, coming from a wealthy family, serving as the vice president of the student council, and being the captain of the basketball team. Plenty of girls were interested in me, and Lizbeth was one of them. Initially, I had no intention of getting into a relationship. I wanted to focus on my studies and personal interests, and after graduation, I planned to establish my career first. I knew my family would arrange a suitable marriage for me. I figured I’d just pick someone who seemed decent enough to marry. Because of this, I turned down a dozen girls, including Lizbeth. But she seemed completely captivated by me, persistently pursuing me for three years. During our senior year internship, Lizbeth and I unexpectedly ended up at the same company. It was a prestigious firm with incredibly high standards for even its interns. I hadn’t expected Lizbeth to make it in as well. That was the first time I really took notice of her. And it was also the first time I got to know her deeply. I discovered that she was incredibly disciplined. She was a diligent and smart girl. During our more than six months interning together, she never showed any signs of interest or confessed to me again. I thought she might have realized that we were unlikely to be together, so she threw herself entirely into her work. I did the same, pouring all my time into my tasks, hoping to secure a permanent position with the company before graduation. By the end of the first semester of our senior year, I didn’t get an offer from the company. But Lizbeth did. The company recognized her abilities. The boss admired her work so much that she was given a formal contract even before she graduated. That was the first time I felt the sting of failure. That sense of defeat made the second semester of my senior year particularly hard to endure. I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want to leave that company, and I didn’t want to be outdone by Lizbeth. So, the year I graduated, I returned to the company with my resume. After several rounds of interviews, I finally made it to the last stage. During that interview, I saw Lizbeth again. She was so stunning that I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She sat in the middle of the company executives and smiled at me. “You’re so outstanding. Are you sure you want to join our company?” Looking into Lizbeth’s bright eyes, my heart raced. I hesitated for a moment, then clenched my fists and nodded. “I truly believe in the company’s values…” I said a lot, and by the end, I felt so nervous that my hands and feet were ice-cold. When I finished speaking, I glanced at Lizbeth. After a brief discussion with the other executives, they all stood up, leaving just Lizbeth and me in the conference room. Lizbeth got up and walked toward me with a smile. She bent down close to my ear and whispered, “I checked. This company allows office romances.” I stared at her in surprise. She raised an eyebrow, patted me on the shoulder, and gave me a playful smile. “On behalf of the HR department, welcome aboard.” From that day on, Lizbeth and I started a flirtatious relationship. Two years later, we officially got together, but Lizbeth planned to resign. I asked her why, confused. She said she wanted to have her own career, to make her mark in this city, and to rise above the rest. Seeing the determination in her eyes, I resigned from the job I loved and joined her in starting a business. We were fairly lucky. In about two years, we had our own company. Although it wasn’t very big, we had achieved financial freedom. That New Year’s Day, I proposed to Lizbeth. By the end of the following year, we were married. Now, we’d been married for four years. We’d been through the toughest times together. Life had been getting better and better, but then I was diagnosed with a brain tumor. I hadn’t figured out how to tell Lizbeth about this bad news, and she’d given me such a “surprise.” I couldn’t understand why she, the one who had pursued me in the first place, would betray our marriage in the most humiliating way.

By the time I got home, it was already past midnight. Lizbeth was lying on the sofa, tossing and turning in her sleep. Her short skirt had ridden up, exposing her legs. I sighed helplessly, grabbed a blanket, and draped it over her. Leaning down, I gazed at her heavily made-up face and shook my head. I couldn’t recall when she started favoring such bold makeup. Maybe it was the day I stepped down from the company, and she became the fierce CEO. She was always so strong-willed, needing to excel at everything, while I was more laid-back, preferring to go with the flow. Our biggest argument happened about a year and a half ago. The company was expanding rapidly. I suggested we slow down and take steady steps to avoid any mistakes that could lead to losses. But she thought I was too cautious, lacking in vision. She believed the company’s smooth sailing wasn’t just luck but a result of her relentless efforts. She even said she knew what she was doing and didn’t need me dictating how she should run things. That argument dragged on for a long time, and in the end, she even mentioned divorce. It was the harshest thing she’d ever said since we got married. After that fight, I gradually withdrew from the company, no longer involving myself in its affairs. To me, a peaceful home was more important than having a say in the company. Lizbeth preferred being in charge, so I stepped back and took on the role of her strongest support. After leaving the company, I noticed Lizbeth becoming increasingly busy, so much so that sometimes she wouldn’t come home for a month. I felt like a neglected wife locked away, waiting day after day for her return. Perhaps that’s when she changed. Maybe she had already stopped being faithful to our marriage back then. “Vince, don’t leave. Let’s have another drink,” Lizbeth mumbled, rolling over and reaching out toward me. Seeing her half-leaning out, trying to grab hold of me while calling out another man’s name, I took a step back. I yanked the blanket off her. I figured she wouldn’t need me covering her with a blanket anymore. I smoked in the bedroom all night long. I thought about it the whole night but couldn’t figure out how things had come to this. I pressed my throbbing head and stubbed out the cigarette on the windowsill. At dawn, I heard hurried footsteps from the living room, followed by the sound of the bedroom door being pushed open. Lizbeth, still in last night’s clothes, stood in the doorway, her brows furrowed in disgust. “Laurence, how many times have I told you? No smoking in the bedroom. Don’t you know I hate the smell of smoke? “And you left the cigarette butts on the windowsill? Do we not have an ashtray in this house? What’s happened to you? Where’s the clean and considerate man who never pissed me off?” Lizbeth was trembling with anger, her face twisted in frustration. I stood up and faced her. My head pounded, my stomach felt uneasy, and I was almost on the verge of throwing up. I clenched my fists and looked at Lizbeth. “I went to the hospital yesterday.” Lizbeth stared at me impatiently. “Don’t change the subject. I’m talking about why you never listen to me. Why do you always do the things I hate? When will you finally quit smoking?” “The doctor said my health isn’t looking good. I need more rest. I need to keep a calm mind. I need to…” Lizbeth cut me off with a sneer. “You need more rest? “Laurence, I’ve been supporting you for the past year and a half. You’ve done nothing but laze around at home like some rich lady. What right do you have to say you need more rest? “I’m warning you, if you smoke in the house again, I won’t come back.” She stormed over to the wardrobe, yanked out a couple of clothes, and didn’t even bother to look at me again. I lowered my eyes and let out a bitter chuckle. I thought to myself, “So, it’s really that obvious when someone stops loving you.” The contempt on Lizbeth’s face was obvious. With the clothes in her hands, she headed toward the door. I stood where I was and called out to her. “Let’s get a divorce.”

Lizbeth turned around in surprise, a mocking smile spreading across her face. “Laurence, are you out of your mind? Divorce? Don’t tell me you’re out of money and looking to get a piece of my assets through divorce. “I’m telling you right now, the company is in a critical growth phase and needs substantial funding. If you think you can get a divorce now, forget it. “If you’re really that bored, why don’t you go on a trip or something? It’ll save you from sitting around the house dreaming up nonsense.” Lizbeth stormed out, her footsteps echoing as she gathered her things outside. Hearing the sound, I rubbed my cheeks in frustration. I clenched my fist and slammed it onto the bed. I had only wanted to end our marriage, but to her, I was just some scoundrel trying to grab her wealth through divorce. I thought, “Well, if that is what she thought, then I’ll play along. The company was built by both Lizbeth and me through our combined efforts. There’s no reason I should suffer alone in silence while she and her new lover enjoy a life of luxury.” I picked up my phone and called my lawyer friend, Matthew Deleon. “Matthew, I need some legal advice.” After hanging up, a sharp pain shot through my head. I raised my hand and tapped my skull, forcing myself to stand up from the bed. When I was a kid, my dad always told me that as long as my will was strong enough, nothing could bring me down. This tumor in my head… It was just an inconvenience. It gave me headaches and soured my mood. However, I believed that as long as I held on tight to my willpower, I could pull through. Leaning against the wardrobe, I reached out for a shirt. I stared at the shirts hanging in the closet, but suddenly my vision blurred. I couldn’t even make out their shapes. I rubbed my eyes, but the fog didn’t lift. Frowning in frustration, I grabbed at whatever shirt I could touch. Just as I got hold of a sleeve, everything went black, and I lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, the world outside was shrouded in darkness. Lying there, I stared up at the ceiling and fumbled for my phone beside me. Bringing the screen close to my eyes, I noticed several missed calls from Matthew. I frowned. Just as I was about to call him back, Lizbeth’s name flashed on the screen. I squinted to make sure it was really her before finally picking up. “Laurence, I don’t care what crazy thing you want to do, but don’t let your friends keep calling me. “I’ve had a long enough day at work as it is. I don’t have the time, nor the obligation, to help your friends track you down. “There’s a lot going on at the company this month, so I’m not coming home. And when I do come back, I expect you to have quit smoking.” Lizbeth hung up before I could get a word out. I opened my mouth, but no sound came. I rubbed my eyes hard, but my vision remained as blurry as ever. The doctor had warned me that the tumor in my brain was in a terrible spot. It was pressing on both my optic and motor nerves. In the future, I might not only lose my sight but also end up in a wheelchair, completely disabled. Thinking about this, I immediately dialed Matthew’s number. I needed to sort out the financial matters with Lizbeth as quickly as possible. I wanted to be at my best when I divorced her.

My husband gave away our newborn son to repay a war buddy who once saved his life. He lied to me, saying our child had died. Years later, I accidentally learned our son was alive. When I confronted my husband, he simply said, “I owed him this.” I tried to find our child, but my husband blocked every attempt. Consumed by grief and regret over losing my son, I eventually died of a broken heart. Incredibly, I woke up again. Back on the day I gave birth. “You like giving away children? Then you can die childless!” ***** A sharp pain jolted me awake. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, and I cried out. I tried to move, but my swollen belly pinned me down. “What’s wrong? Is it time?” a voice asked urgently. The door swung open as a man strode in, carrying two lunch boxes in one hand. He was tall and muscular, with striking features, sharp eyebrows and piercing eyes. His military uniform exuded an air of authority. Every inch of him radiated the vigor of youth. This was my husband, Tyler Davenport. But how had he become so young? Confused, I stared at Tyler, unable to look away. Before I could make sense of it, he was at my bedside, his face etched with worry and urgency. In one swift motion, he scooped me up from the bed. The fresh scent of soap filled my nostrils as his concerned voice, tinged with severity, reached my ears. “Your water broke and you didn’t call anyone? Don’t you know how dangerous that is? You could’ve risked both your lives!” As we passed through the living room, my eyes caught the calendar on the wall. My heart raced as my fingers unconsciously gripped the rough fabric. I had been reborn, back to the day I gave birth. In my past life, I had labored for over two hours to bring this child into the world. Tyler immediately gave the baby to his war buddy. He lied to me, saying our child was too weak and didn’t survive. I believed him, blaming myself for being unable to keep our baby alive. Later, I discovered the truth by chance, but when I tried to get my child back, Tyler blocked me at every turn. When I confronted him, his face was cold, his words matter-of-fact. “George lost his chance to be a father while saving my life. I owe him this child. “He’ll never have another kid, but we can have plenty more. Gwen, forget about that baby. It’s better for everyone if we just pretend it didn’t make it.” “It’s better for everyone?” I scoffed inwardly. “It’s better for you!” That was my child, carried for nine months and born through my pain. It was not some gift to repay his kindness! I had a huge fight with Tyler and set out to find my baby. But Tyler’s influence grew. His power became almost limitless. He always managed to cut off any leads I found. My efforts were in vain. Living with the pain and regret of losing my child, I died of a broken heart before I even hit 45. Then, by some miracle, I got a second chance at life. This time, I swore, no one would take my baby from me! The joy of rebirth overwhelmed me. My heart raced, and my breathing quickened. No, I couldn’t let Tyler be the only one with me when I gave birth. I was due any day now. “Wait,” I said through gritted teeth, fighting the pain. “Send a telegram to my family. Ask my mother to come take care of me. This is my first child. I’m terrified.” I tilted my head back, catching only the sharp line of Tyler’s jaw. He chuckled softly, looking down at me. “It’s harvest season. Your mother probably can’t spare the time. Don’t worry, I’m your husband. I’ll make sure you and the baby are safe.” As he spoke, he gathered the supplies for the delivery. My heart sank. Next door, Samantha Moore heard the commotion. She opened her door and called out, “Is Gwen in labor? Do you need any help?” Samantha was the partner of a high-ranking government official. She was known for her warmth and fairness. We got along well. With her around, it would be harder for Tyler to try anything suspicious. A flicker of hope sparked in my chest. With a trembling voice, I pleaded, “Samantha, could you please come with me to the hospital? It’s my first time having a baby, and I’m so nervous my heart’s about to jump out of my chest.”

Samantha set down the half-finished shoe insole and flashed a warm smile. “Of course! I’ll go with you. You two are first-time parents, so you’re bound to be all over the place. I can help make sure things go smoothly.” Her quick agreement made my anxiety ease a bit. But just as I started to relax, Tyler’s cool voice came from above. He politely declined Samantha’s offer with well-reasoned arguments. “Samantha, Ryan is still little. He needs you around. What would he do if you went to the hospital? Besides, it’s not good for kids to spend too much time in a place with so many people coming and going.” Ryan was Samantha’s youngest, just two years old and full of energy. Tyler’s words struck a chord with her. As a mother, her children always came first. Samantha began to waver. Sensing this, Tyler pressed his advantage, determined to put her mind at ease. He smiled, “I’ve already checked out the hospital. I know the place inside and out. Plus, I’m a grown man – I can take care of my wife and kid. Don’t worry about a thing, Samantha.” Samantha nodded repeatedly, clearly convinced. My heart, which had been half-settled, now raced with renewed anxiety. Spurred by a wave of pain, I reached for Samantha’s hand, my voice pleading. “Samantha, I’m in so much pain and I’m scared. Could you please come with me to the hospital?” I repeatedly expressed my fears. It was infuriating that no one knew about Tyler’s plan, and even if I said it now, no one would believe me. After all, how could a normal person secretly give away his child without telling his wife? In my past life, I’d been brainwashed into thinking the kid was dead. If I hadn’t stumbled across that money transfer, I’d never have known how “selfless” and “noble” my husband was, giving away his own child. I was in so much pain that I was sweating profusely, my lips pale. I looked pitiful. Samantha’s face showed sympathy, and she was about to agree. “Alright, I guess I could…” At that moment, a child’s loud cry rang out from Samantha’s house. A boy, about seven or eight years old, ran out calling for help. “Mom! The baby pooped all over himself and the bed. It stinks!” Samantha’s face fell, her priorities instantly shifting. She gave an embarrassed smile. “Oh Gwen, I’m so sorry. There’s always something going on at home. I can’t get away right now, but I promise I’ll visit you at the hospital after you give birth. With Tyler by your side, I’m not worried about you at all.” If only she knew that Tyler was exactly why I was worried! The baby’s cries grew louder. Samantha hurried back inside to comfort the child. Tyler carefully adjusted his hold on me, still wearing that “I’ve got everything under control” expression. “Don’t worry, I’m here for you,” he said. The pain was too much for me to speak. I just rolled my eyes at him from the safety of his arms. Then, wrapping my arms around his neck, I sank my teeth into the soft flesh of his throat. “Ouch…” Tyler hissed through his teeth. I felt a surge of satisfaction hearing him in pain. Why should I be the only one suffering? This baby was half his doing, after all. My small act of revenge did little to lift the heaviness in my heart. A sense of helpless dread was threatening to overwhelm me, knowing the dangers that lay ahead but being powerless to avoid them. But I couldn’t just accept my fate. Surely, I wasn’t given this second chance just to repeat the mistakes of my past life! I released Tyler’s neck and leaned against his shoulder, gathering my strength. With Samantha out of the picture, the hospital was my last hope. We made our way down the stairs and through the residential complex. A car was already waiting for us at the main gate. Tyler carried me steadily, his grip never faltering. People stared as we passed, their eyes a mix of envy and admiration. “Mr. Davenport is so capable and thoughtful,” I overheard someone say. “I heard he took two weeks off work to take care of Gwen. Why can’t my husband be more like him?” “Humph, why does Gwen get such special treatment?” someone chimed in. “I remember when I went into labor, I was still out there husking corn. I gave birth right then and there. And when I went home, I had to carry the baby and half a basket of corn on my back!” In my past life, I thought they were just jealous, and I felt so lucky. Now, their words drip with irony. Tyler, the man everyone saw as the perfect husband, was planning to steal my baby out of some twisted sense of obligation. When I confronted him, he had the nerve to suggest I should have more children. In my previous life, I trusted Tyler completely. I never realized how dangerous it was to give birth without family by my side. This time around, I was still alone and helpless. The only difference was that now I knew what he was planning.

In the car, Tyler held me close, whispering words of comfort while repeatedly urging the driver to go faster. His face was a mask of concern as if he’d gladly take my place if he could. The perfect picture of a devoted husband. I closed my eyes to rest with a faint, sardonic smile. “Tyler,” I wondered, “is all this fuss really about my safety and the baby’s? Or are you just worried that if something goes wrong with the child, you won’t be able to repay your war buddy’s life-saving favor? Every day this baby isn’t handed over is another day of torment for your conscience, isn’t it?” The rest of the journey passed in silence. At the hospital, I was rushed into the delivery room. The harsh glare of the fluorescent lights made my eyes ache. Drawing on my experience from a past life, I focused on controlling my breathing and pushing rhythm. I lost track of time as the pain washed over me. Suddenly, I felt a release, as if something had slipped away from my body. “Waaah!” The baby’s clear cry rang out once, then abruptly stopped. “Why isn’t my baby crying?” I thought and struggled to sit up, catching only a glimpse of a nurse hurrying away. “My baby! Where are you taking my child?” I cried out. I tried to follow, but the doctor firmly held me down on the delivery bed. His mask covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes visible. They held a familiar look of pity. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but your baby was stillborn. For your own health, you shouldn’t experience extreme emotions right after giving birth. It’s best to let your husband handle the arrangements for the child.” My heart froze and burned with anger. It was clear now – Tyler had bought off the doctor and nurses before I even went into labor. No matter what condition I or the baby were in after birth, they would all stick to the same story. The baby didn’t make it. In my previous life, I’d passed out from exhaustion and believed every word from Tyler and the medical staff. But now, living through this a second time, I saw right through Tyler’s plan. I didn’t believe a single word they said. “Hang on, my little one,” I thought to myself. “Mommy will find you. I promise.” With fury in my eyes, I slapped the doctor’s hand away and demanded, “I heard my baby cry! Where have you taken my child?” The doctor, unfazed by the blow, shook his head with a resigned look. “Several babies were born around the same time as yours. It’s easy to get confused. You’re still young. Once you’ve recovered, you can have more children.” The words and tone were all too familiar. The doctor’s face kept shifting before my eyes. One moment, I was back in military housing, surrounded by gossiping wives. “Gwen, dear, you can always have another baby. But if you lose your marriage, you lose everything.” “Don’t be angry with Mr. Davenport. Giving up the baby hurts him too. That man saved his life, which was a debt that outweighs everything. How can he be at peace if he doesn’t repay it?” Then, it was Tyler’s impatient face. “Gwen, how long are you going to keep this up? George can’t have children anymore because he saved me. I owe him. “It’s only right that I give him a child to care for him in his old age.” I clenched my fists, crumpling the sheets beneath me. It seemed like Tyler was the only person in the world who had it tough. Tyler was tortured by guilt over the debt he owed George for saving his life. That was why he felt compelled to give away his own son to ease his conscience. He was so conflicted, so anguished. And I, as Tyler’s wife, was apparently committing a grave sin. Instead of joyfully handing our child over to George without a second thought, I kept causing trouble, constantly demanding we find and bring our baby home. I was turning our household upside down, driving Tyler to his wit’s end. How utterly unforgivable of me! Those women were quick to advise me to give up on the child. Of course, it was easy for them to preach generosity. It wasn’t their baby at stake. Tyler, that shameless man, had the audacity to unzip his pants and offer to “bless” me with another child. He made it sound so simple. He wouldn’t be the one enduring nine months of pregnancy, so naturally, he could use our baby to repay his debt. All to clear his conscience and earn a reputation for gratitude. How convenient for him. But no one had asked if I was willing. All the resentment, heartache, and frustration from my past and present lives erupted at once. Suddenly, I felt filled with strength. That was my child. No one could take it away! I grabbed the doctor’s collar, using him for support as I sat up. My scream was hoarse with rage. “What gives you the right to say my baby is dead? I want proof! If you’ve got nothing to hide, why won’t you let me see my child?” The doctor’s face turned red as the collar tightened around his neck. A nearby nurse rushed over to pry my fingers loose. The doctor cleared his throat, his voice hoarse from the ordeal. “Ahem! The patient is becoming hysterical. We need a sedative, stat!” He had just managed to break free from the restraints. Rubbing his sore wrists, he croaked out orders to the nurse. The nurse swiftly handed him a syringe and pushed me back down onto the bed. The doctor pressed the plunger, the sharp needle glinting as it moved towards me.

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After nine years of marriage, Andrew Thorne’s affairs had become routine, with mistresses coming and going like the seasons. I was no longer the Anne Hollister who’d beg and plead for him to change his ways every time I caught wind of his womanizing. He’d barely set sail on his yacht with some internet celebrity before I was off to the beach stargazing with another man. Later, when Andrew spotted me in that man’s arms, he lost it. His eyes blazed with fury as he confronted me. “Anne, I thought you loved me more than anything. “How could you be with another man?”

Seven years into my love for Landon, I got kidnapped. Those two months of pure hell left me scarred all over. And during that whole nightmare, Landon called me just once. When he heard my cries, he simply said, “Nice acting,” as if it meant nothing. But then, when I was about to marry someone else, suddenly he was on his knees, begging me not to leave.

On the first anniversary, Cora’s boyfriend Eason Patton gave her a big gift. He cheated on another woman. It was a cool autumn night and the rain was pouring. As Cora Lane walked to the doorstep with a gift in her hands, She noticed a pair of high heels on the floor. Cora was very clear that those were not her shoes. It was like her heart had stopped beating. She gently put her things on the floor and slowly walked toward the master bedroom upstairs. The closer she got, the clearer the conversation became. It was Eason, with another woman… “When will you break up with Cora? Her family went bankrupt, and her father jumped off a bridge! She is a huge liability…”  The petulant voice made Cora’s stomach shrink, and at that moment, she really felt like throwing up. Cora knew Eason maybe had found someone else… she just didn’t think it was going to be Mia from college.  Because not only was Mia very ugly and fat, she was also extremely unpleasant as a person.  Next, Cora heard an even more disgusting sound, which was Eason’s. “I don’t want to talk about her boredom. I have tasted something better on you…” Cora dared not continue listening any further…even a deaf person could hear Mia’s relationship with Eason.  The sudden realization made Cora feel nauseous, she knew that Mia’s family could help Eason greatly, but they made her want to vomit.  Cora and Eason had been engaged, but when her family went bankrupt, the Patton family broke off the engagement quikly. And now, Eason was having sex with another woman. Cora ran away from the home by taking a taxi. “Miss, where exactly are you going?” The driver curiously glanced at her through the rearview mirror. The car was passing by a high-end club. On impulse, Cora told the driver to stop the car. After paying the bill and getting out of the car, Cora walked straight into the club, where it was vibrant and filled with people flirting with each other. The manager on the side greeted, “Miss, would you like to have fun here? We have hot guys for ladies.” As Cora watched the manager earnestly introduce one strong man after another, she felt a hint of revengeful pleasure. Cora thought, Since Eason had an affair, why can’t I spend a night with another man? “I wanted the most handsome and highest-priced man here!” The manager’s eyes lit up, and he directly took her into the VIP private room and served drinks. “Enjoy the wine. I will take him here right away!” He left Cora alone on the sofa. She was drunk and dizzy, and everything she saw was in double. In a trance, she saw the door of the opposite private room open, and a tall man came out. She looked along his straight long legs, his narrow waist and broad shoulders. His chiseled face was handsome, and every inch of his body was perfect. In particular, his dark and deep eyes were his most striking feature. With a smile, Cora got up and walked over unsteadily. She grabbed the man’s arm. “Not bad…” Looking at the woman who had suddenly grabbed him, Byron Hansen frowned. “Let go of me.” “How can you talk to me like that?? Didn’t your manager tell you I’m paying for you? Here! I’ll double it!”  She giggled, standing on tiptoes to get close to him.  “Listen, make me happy, and I will give you a big tip tonight!” In an instant, Cora’s wrist was grabbed by him, and her whole body was firmly pressed against the wall. His thinly calloused fingertips began to rub ever so slightly over her wrists, and a tiny shiver stirred through her body. “Remember what you said. Don’t blame me when you wake up tomorrow!”

Byron stopped in his tracks and looked straight at Cora. Her face was round and her eyes were big and clear. Her skin was light and smooth; she didn’t even have pores. Unlike the other women in the nightclub, she didn’t wear makeup. She was as pure as a daisy, waiting for someone to pluck her. Her body was mixed with the smell of alcohol and the fragrance of youth. Byron hadn’t had any feelings for women in years. But at this moment, impulsiveness had arisen in his heart. He liked her very much. Looking at the sly smile on her face, he twisted his fingers slightly and his lips curved into a grin. “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing.” She raised her head and said firmly, “Bullsh*t! I’m not drunk at all. You’re drunk.” Cora frowned, “are you going to be a man and give me what I want?” Byron’s eyes darkened, “as you wish.” Byron pulled her closer, pressing the elevator button on the wall. The manager walked in with a group of people, and his eyes widened “President Hansen, this lady…” Byron gave him a warning look and said in a low voice, “It’s fine, leave her.” The manager didn’t dare to question him. The elevator went straight to the seventh floor of the club, the private suites. Byron opened the door to his own exclusive room. Cora pulled on him and stumbled in. He pressed her against the door without turning on the lights. Her legs felt like jello in his arms. Suddenly, Cora felt a little cold. That’s when she realized her dress had fallen. The man’s kiss was rough, and his touch was dominant. Her skin was even softer than he had imagined… She seemed to have finally realized what was going on, and became a little nervous. Although she wanted to take revenge on Eason, maybe it’s too crazy to spend the night with a stranger… “Wait! Maybe… we should have some wine first?” He looked into her panicked eyes. He was used to the darkness, so he could see clearly how fragile the woman looked now. But desire coursed through his body. He held her hands over her head and said in a hoarse voice, “It’s a little too late for that.” *** The next morning, Cora woke up sore everywhere. Her body felt as if it had been through a car wreck, and every joint of her body ached. Images from last night flashed through her mind, and her face turned bright red. I can’t believe it actually happened… Cora thought to herself. She wrapped herself in the bedsheets and was about to stand when the bathroom door opened. The man came out with only a bath towel around his waist. He was over six feet tall, with hard, defined abs and tanned, golden skin… She gave a little gasp and looked away. “Why— why aren’t you wearing clothes?!” Byron listened to her stammering voice and watched her squirming under the covers. The corners of his lips curled into a smile. “Oh, so now you’re shy? You weren’t shy last night…” Cora’s face flushed red. Then, she said in a cold voice, “So, what’s your rate? I’ll pay you for last night and you can go.” Byron raised his eyebrows and walked toward the bed. Before he even said anything, she scrambled away. Cora rolled to the other side, stood up holding the sheet to her body, and glared at him. “I have a boyfriend! Take the money and go. Don’t tell anyone about last night!” The man squinted his eyes. “You have a boyfriend?” “That’s right! We’ve been dating for a year!” He stopped and stared at me as if he had been wondering if Cora was telling the truth. Suddenly, his phone rang. The man picked up his phone, frowned upon answering, and quickly hung up the call. He untied the towel, threw it on the ground, and started getting dressed. Cora immediately covered her eyes, and when she opened them again, the man had already dressed neatly and left the room without looking back. “What’s going on? Did he spend a night with me for free?”Cora muttered to herself. She took a shower. After cleaning up, Cora went to the front desk to pay the bill. The reception blinked at her. “Miss Lane, you didn’t book any services with us last night.” “But… I know I did. Check again. Room 709.” When the receptionist heard the number “709”, she blinked even harder. “Room 709 is a VIP room. It’s not open to the public. Do you have the wrong room number?”

When Cora came out of the club, her mind was in a haze. Cora thought, “I didn’t sleep with a rent boy but with another customer?” She comforted herself, “It’s okay. At least, I enjoyed it…” But Cora never expected that her relationship with Eason would end in this way. She fumbled in her bag to take out her phone so that she could send a text message to break up with Eason. The her phone suddenly rang. Cora answered the phone, and a deep male voice came from the other end. “May I speak to Ms. Lane, please?” The voice sounded familiar and quite pleasant. “This is Cora Lane. Who are you?” He didn’t answer her question and said calmly, “Please come to the downtown hospital as soon as possible. Eason had an accident.” Cora was shocked. She wondered, “Eason was still in bed with Mia last night had an accident? Did he end up in the hospital due to sex?” Cora took a taxi to the hospital and found the ward where Eason was staying.  He had bandages wrapped around his forehead, and there were several abrasions on his handsome young face. There was a man standing by the hospital bed. With a height close to 6 feet 2 inches, he was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a stern expression. Hearing the sound, Eason looked up at me and said, “Aunt, you’re here.” Cora couldn’t believe it. “What did you call me?” “Aunt.” He furrowed his brows slightly, looking at me with a puzzled expression. “What’s wrong with you?” Cora became furious, wondering, “Scumbag! You not only cheated on me and ended up in the hospital, but also pretended that you don’t know me?” Just as she was about to roll up her sleeves and teach him a lesson, the man standing by the bedside finally moved. He raised his hand stopped in front of Cora with a slight nod, “Ms. Lane, let’s go outside and talk.” Cora lifted her head and stood there, completely stunned. She was so familiar with that face. He was the man from last night! They just met at the bar! Cora wondered, “Why was he here?” Obviously, the man in front of her was also taken aback. He didn’t expect to meet her here either. However, he quickly composed himself, grabbed Cora who was still standing there in a daze, and walked out of the ward. Closing the door of the ward, They stood in the hospital corridor.  This man told Cora that Eason had gone out last night and had a car accident. He had his head hit. Now he was experiencing memory confusion, mistaking her for his aunt. Cora said coolly, “Sir, who are you?” “My name is Byron Hansen.” Cora nodded numbly, “I understand. Are you Eason’s brother?” “No, I am his uncle.” Cora was shocked, and she stared at him in shock. “Is that a joke? Eason is twenty-five years old this year, and you look like you’re only in your twenties. Are you telling me now that you’re his uncle?” Byron frowned slightly, and it was only then that Cora noticed the resemblance between him and Eason in his eyebrows and eyes. “Ms. Lane, let me correct two points. Eason’s mother was not her biological sister, but we did have a good relationship, so our families have always been in contact. “And…I am not as young as you said. I’m over thirty.” Cora’s head was buzzing, and she couldn’t understand a word he was saying. The suite in the clubhouse, the wild night, the big and soft bed, the scattered clothes on the floor…  Everything pieced together into a chaotic scene from last night. She slept with Eason’s uncle last night!

They sat face to face in the cafeteria on the ground floor of the hospital. This was a private hospital, and the expenses were exorbitant.  Even the price of coffee was ridiculously high. Cora ordered an iced Americano, and it cost her a lot. She took a sip and wrinkled her face, almost spitting it out. Byron sat across from Cora and calmly repeated once again. “In short, the doctor said Eason’s injury was bad, and creating an environment that matches his memory will help his recovery. Eason’s parents are both traveling abroad now, and I am the only family he has in New York. ” “I’ve just returned here and I’m not familiar with everything about him. So I hope you can cooperate with me.” Cora chuckled and said, “Mr. Hansen, what you said is truly touching. But I broke up with Eason just yesterday.” She thought, “Ridiculous! I don’t even want to see this scumbag, let alone pretend to be his aunt.” Cora got up to leave. But Byron didn’t move at all, just casually said behind her,”I’ll give you $50,000 for every day you play.” Cora’s footsteps abruptly stopped, and she turned head to look at him, “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “I don’t believe you unless you sign a contract.” Then Byron really called his lawyer. Right in the hospital café, a contract was drafted in front of her. According to the contract, as long as Cora lived with him in the name of husband and wife by day and helped Eason recover his memory, she would receive a reward of 50,000 dollars every day. After signing the contract, Byron immediately paid her 50,000 dollars. Cora counted twice, her mom had been hospitalized for a long time and with this money the medical bills would finally not be overdue. She put away her bank card. “Mr. Hansen, just tell me whatever you need!” Byron stood up and gently reminded her, “Ms. Lane, from now on, you need to change your address.” Cora said at once, “Sure, my dear husband. No problem. Shall we go check on our nephew now, dear?” Three days later, Eason was discharged from the hospital. Cora packed up her things and moved into the villa near the city center with Byron. Actually, at first glance, Cora felt Byron looked familiar, and after thinking back a few times, she finally remembered. After all, this is the same man whose photos are plastered everywhere. Magazines, billboards and social media. One magazine once wrote “The hottest and most eligible bachelor, Byron Hansen. Who shall take home the gold?”  Cora never thought that one day she would have this kind of relationship with Byron. All the way, Eason sat in the back seat of the car, with a smile on his face, looking at her and Byron. “Cora, you and my uncle are so sweet.” “Thank you.” Cora replied to him with a complex mood. Just three days ago, she saw him with Mia in bed with her own eyes. In no time, he happily sat behind her and called her aunt. Cora couldn’t think about it anymore. She just hoped Byron could arrange everything properly. On the first night of moving into the villa, Cora rolled up her bedding and moved into Byron’s room. The room was lit with warm yellow light. He had a pair of glasses perched on his nose, and he was sitting at the desk flipping through a book. She glanced roughly at it. The book title was composed of several obscure unfamiliar terms, probably some kind of literature about economics. Seeing the blanket Cora was holding in her hands, he raised an eyebrow and set down the book he was holding. “Cora, we were just acting, and you didn’t have to do this.” Cora took a deep breath and spoke in a harsh tone. “Do you think I want to? Mr. Hansen, Eason kept asking me all night if sleeping in separate rooms with you means our relationship is not good. I couldn’t answer him.” Eason was now living in the villa because of his injury, and Cora became the only hostess of the villa. Eason told her that Byron was charming and fickle and that many women wanted to replace her position as Mrs. Hansen. In the end, Eason’s eyes were red. He stubbornly looked at me, saying, “Aunt, you must firmly hold onto my uncle’s heart.” Cora didn’t know before that Eason cared about his uncle so much. Byron rubbed his forehead and nodded. “Understood. I’ll go take a shower.” Cora stood by the bed, holding the blanket. No one mentioned that she needed to have sex with him! Just as she was lost in her thoughts, Byron came out of the bathroom.  His hair was still dripping water, and there were droplets hanging from his eyelashes. Cora’s brain was a bit slow for a moment, and her gaze kept moving downward until she noticed the abs. Byron looked down at her, his pupils filled with an inexplicable expression. He suddenly touched her lips with his thumb in a sexy way as if he wanted to use his finger to part her lips and put them into her mouth. Cora remembered that night he had never kissed her. Suddenly, Byron chuckled lightly and said, “I’ll let you stay here, and I’ll sleep in the guest room.” Cora immediately rolled up in the blanket and went to bed, falling asleep as soon as she laid her head down. The next day, when she woke up, it was already bright outside. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned as she walked towards the nearby restroom. However, as soon as Cora opened the door, she bumped right into Byron. Thinking about the ambiguous scene last night, Cora awkwardly smiled and said, “Mr. Hansen, aren’t you going to the office today?” He looked at her with a smile in his eyes and didn’t move. Cora dodged him and turned to avoid him, wanting to go wash up. Byron curled his lips and suddenly lifted her up, throwing her onto the bed. Cora struggled to get up and stared at him warily. “There is no such clause in the contract!” He stood by the bed, looking down at her with a slight smirk on his lips. “Ms. Lane, remember to accept my friend application when you have time,” he said. With these words, Byron let go of her and walked away without looking back. Cora lay in bed for a while and picked up her phone. As expected, there was a new friend application on WhatsApp. Afterwards, Byron didn’t say a word and just gave her an address without any explanation. It turned out…to be her home. To be exact, it was Eason’s house now. Byron had already cleared away all traces of her there three days ago. “Eason said he wanted to go back to his own house to take a look, but I have clients to meet and can’t leave. Could you please accompany him, Ms. Lane?” When Cora stood at Eason’s doorstep, she felt very conflicted. Three days ago, she stood here and heard Eason and Mia having sex. But now, Eason was standing innocently beside her. “Cora! Open the door.” Eason saw her standing there, urging her to quickly take the keys and help him open the door. Cora opened the door in a complicated mood and saw Mia sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at her with a disdainful expression. “Why are you here?” Cora said to Mia with a cold face. She replied with a fake smile, “Why couldn’t I come here? By the way, didn’t you hear that day? I even picked the gift at the door up for you.” Cora held back her disgust and pulled Eason into the door, pointing at Mia and introducing her to him, “She is your new girlfriend.” Mia looked at her with a smile. “Cora, I didn’t expect you to be so sensible. You should have known long ago that Eason’s family is not a match for you.”She was speaking while preparing to hold Eason’s hand. But Eason directly shook Mia’s hand off and turned his head towards Cora, looking confused. “Aunt, I don’t know her. She looks like a Shrek！”

“What?!” Mia’s face turned red and glared at Eason. “What do you call her, Eason? Aunt?” In the midst of Mia’s exaggerated screams, it suddenly dawned on Cora that Eason didn’t remember anything about him and Mia now! “He is right. I am his aunt now, Mrs. Hansen. Yes, that’s right. Byron Hansen is now my husband.” Cora turned around, smiled, then took out her phone in Mia’s shocked and angry gaze, and dialed Byron’s number. “Honey, I took our nephew back to his house, but someone had broken into the house. Oh, you’re coming over? Then we’ll wait for you here.” Cora finished complaining in a coquettish manner, closed her phone, and looked at Mia. “Aren’t you leaving yet? Do you want me to call the police?” Mia sneered and walked up to Eason as if she were the queen of the house. She even held his hand.  “Cora, don’t lie to me.I thought you’d be crying your eyes out somewhere now. Didn’t your Dad kill himself? What are you doing here?” Eason wanted to withdraw his hand, but Mia didn’t let him do so. He could only sneak a peek at Cora. “You was never my girlfriend….” Mia was so angry that she stamped her feet. “What are you talking about? Eason, what the hell is wrong with you？！” Cora gave a cold snort, “Eason was right. why didn’t he agree to go out with you back in college? Because he told me he’d rather die than go out with you.”  “Yes！I remember my girlfriend was a beauty. she was clearly looked like my aunt…” Eason muttered to himself, and Cora listened in astonishment.  Mia was shaking with anger, “I finally figured it out. It’s all because you look like Jan…..”She said as she was about to raise her hand to slap Cora.  But just then, a man’s dignified voice came over. “Stop!” When Cora looked up in shock, she saw that Byron was standing right behind her!  He was wearing a tailored black suit, and his height and legs were stunning. “Uncle Byron, this girl is Eason’s ex-girlfriend. She was pretending to be your wife！What a terrible person!” Mia was the first to come back to her senses. The first thing she did was slander Cora. Cora was ready to face explanations from Byron, but to her surprise he said,  “She is indeed my wife, so you’re trespassing on house to question this?” This time, it wasn’t just Cora who was stunned. Even Mia looked at Byron in surprise. “This intruder, are you going to let me call the police to throw you out?” Mia stormed off in frustration, attempting to grab Eason’s hand and question him before leaving, but Eason just shrugged her off. *** Cora huddled in the passenger seat of the Maybach, feeling Byron’s smooth driving skills, her mind in a jumble. She looked at Eason thoughtfully, wondering why he thought she was his aunt. The car was silent, and Byron turned to Cora and asked, “So, who’s the woman?” “Eason’s…new girlfriend.” There was a red light ahead. He hit the brake, with one hand on the steering wheel, turning his head to look at her with a slight curve at the corner of his lips. “So, you came to me that night because Eason cheated on you?” “…” Cora closed her eyes in despair, pretending to sleep, and unknowingly fell into a deep sleep. When they got home, Byron thought Cora was still asleep and gently carried her out of the car. He carried her upstairs and turned into the corridor.  When Eason couldn’t see them, Cora couldn’t hold it anymore and opened her eyes. Byron was looking down at her. Cora awkwardly smiled and prepared to jump out of his arms. “Thank you. I’ll go back to my room by myself.” But his eyes darkened, and instead, he held her chin and prepared to lower his head to kiss her. Cora heard footsteps coming closer from a distance. That kiss ultimately didn’t land on her lips, only gently brushing past one side of her cheek. Byron pressed her head against his shoulder and turned to look at Eason, who had a surprised expression on his face. “I’m tired. I’ll take a break here for a while.” Eason nodded and continued to go upstairs. Cora stifled a laugh on Byron’s shoulder and said, “That was close. You almost kissed your nephew’s ex-girlfriend right in front of him, didn’t you?” “…” Byron held her head, his tone carrying a hidden warning. “Do you think I dare not kiss you?” Cora dared not speak anymore, silently burying her head in his arms.  She watched as he entered the room step by step and steadily placed her on the bed. Byron turned around and prepared to return to the guest room. But suddenly he turned back to look at her, saying, “Cora.” Cora smiled obsequiously and said, “What can I do for you, Mr. Hansen?” He furrowed his brows slightly and unexpectedly asked, “Are you short of money?” Cora was stunned for a moment and did not think there was anything to hide. “Yes, I am.” “How much do you need?” “More than 50K.” Byron took out his checkbook, wrote a string of numbers on a check, and handed it to Cora. Cora looked at the check for 100K and pushed it back to him after hesitating for a while. “I can’t accept this.” Other than these days, they’ve never spoken to each other. They are practically strangers.  If she took his money now… it’d make her feel like he’s only giving it to her for sex.  … Byron seemed very surprised by her refusal. He stared at the check for a few seconds before taking it back. Cora then asked, “But maybe you can give me some advice? Do you know how I can make some cash fast?”  Byron looked at her with a half smile, “all the ways to make fast cash are written in the law books.”  Cora smiled awkwardly and said, “Right.” If she went to jail, her mother’s treatment fees would be even more of a problem. Just as Cora was regretting rejecting the money, Byron suddenly asked, “What if I get you a job?” “Okay. But I have to work in the hospital Monday to Friday. Can you give me a part time gig?” “The lounge we were at that night… go to Spire 73 to work in the evening,” he said. … At nightfall, in Spire 73, the favorite leisure and entertainment place of the rich young men in the city.  “Byron, how does it feel to be harassed by your nephew’s fiancee?” Byron’s good friend, Harry, was wearing a flowery shirt, drinking and chatting with him. Byron knew that Harry was referring to Cora. He took a sip of wine and said, “Engagement is off. What fiancée?” “That’s true, and damn. That Cora Lane, she’s really something. Rarely do I see a girl with a good face, big breasts AND a fat ass. I bet a lot of people would want to tap that now that she’s single.” Words travel fast, especially in the “rich crowd”. By now, everyone knew about Cora Lane’s fall from grace and that her engagement with Eason Patton was over.  When Harry said, “I bet a lot of people would want to tap that” he was specifically looking at Byron. He had exactly three hickies on his neck.  A week ago, he had organized a party for Byron to appear in Spire 73. That was why when Byron left Spire 73 with Cora, Harry had seen the entire thing. Even though he was grabbing the ass of a russian model, he saw from the corner of his eyes how Byron took Cora’s hand and headed towards the elevators.  They were both adults. It was easy to know what would happen after they left the bar together. Harry nudged Byron, “so, how does it feel to sleep with the same girl your nephew slept with?”   Byron ignored Harry, but the more Byron ignored him the more interested he became.  “Come on!! Man, talk to me. How was it?”  Byron coldly looked at Harry and just said one word, “no”  But because of Harry’s question, his mind took him back to the night before…  Cora moaning beneath him, then her legs shaking when he took her from behind. Harry was right, she did have a perfect body. When he thrusted from behind he held on to her tiny waist and watched as her plump butt swallowed his shaft.  The air seemed to have suddenly become thinner. Byron quietly pulled open his collar a little. “Aww come on man, you’re no fun…” Harry was very open about relations between men and women. He had seen Cora at the dinner party once, it was a long time ago but he still remembered the blue satin dress she wore. It accentuated her curves, and even someone like him who’s been with countless women, wanted a taste…  But at that time, Eason was her fiance and he watched her closely, making sure no man went anywhere near her.  Now that the Lane family had been torn apart and the Patton family had drawn a clear line between them, Harry was eager to give it a try. But Byron suddenly interrupted him. “Maybe I’ll tell you next time.” “Next time? There’s going to be a next time? Don’t say I didn’t warn you, what if Jane finds out?” Harry was shocked Byron would actually think about a “next time”.  Normally, these types of things would be a one and done, especially for Byron who has a girl his family picked out for him. Jane was the “approved bride”, she came from an impeccable family and had great looks. She’s also a doctor with a kind heart, a rarity in their world. He suddenly remembered that jane and cora looked alike from many angles, did that mean… “Why should I care if Jane finds out?” “Wait what? I thought you’d marry Jane!” Before Harry could blurt it out, he saw Cora coming into the lounge.  “Oh shit, she looks good…” Harry exclaimed. Byron turned around and looked in the direction of Harry’s gaze and saw that stunning figure…

Cora started her first shift as a promoter.  “Sir, would you like to try this new cocktail? It’s delicious.” Cora smiled, and the dimples at the corners of her mouth were lively and intoxicating. This was the part-time job that Byron had gotten for her—promoting different alcohol. The clients were nearly all men, and they looked at her with lustful eyes, “You want us to order the drinks you promote?” “Then show us why we should buy it,” another chimed in with a laugh.  A bald guy with greasy looking fingers got up and poured 10 shots of patron. “Come on, if you can drink with us, we’ll order a few bottles from you.” “I can’t hold my liquor. I’m really sorry.” After drinking a few glasses of wine last night, she had sex with Byron. Alcohol tolerance was not her strong point.  Cora wanted to give up on this table so she smiled and got ready to leave.  Unexpectedly, the several male guests there refused to let her go. “Come on, this is how you treat your clients?” Spire 73 was famous for its hot bartenders and waitresses. That’s another reason why so many men come to this place.  However, just as they were about to put their hands on Cora, a cold male voice rang out. “What are you doing?” Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the man’s eyes seemed to be as cold as an iceberg. “Mr. Hansen!” Almost all the people who came here to entertain themselves were rich young men from New York. Most of them knew Byron Hansen.  When Cora saw Byron, she was a bit surprised.  One young man tried to play it off, “we were just messing with her, we meant no harm.”  Looking at those people coldly, Byron said, “You are not qualified to do such a thing. Get lost.” His tone sounded casual, but his innate arrogance and powerful aura suddenly reminded the people present that Spire 73 was also the property of the Hansen family. “Mr. Hansen, I’m sorry. We crossed the line.” “Mr. Hansen, it won’t happen again.” They hurriedly apologized. … However, Byron didn’t listen to them. He only gloomily ordered the bar manager, who had heard the news and rushed over, “Throw these people out. Sue them for sexual harassment, and never allow them into any Hansen Group establishment ever again.”  The seemingly casual order made the several men weak in the knees.  Almost all of the top-notch leisure and entertainment establishments in New York belonged to the Hansen Group. If they were barred from those places from now on, how could they have the face to stay in the social circle of the new rich young men in New York in the future? How could they maintain their contacts? They kept apologizing and begging for mercy, hoping that Mr. Hansen would take pity on them. Unfortunately, the man ignored them, and the manager immediately asked the bouncers to escort them out.  After those people were kicked out, Byron didn’t even look at Cora. He simply went back to where he was sitting before.  Cora caught up with him because she wanted to thank him.  “For what happened just now, I’d like to thank you for your help.” After thanking him, Cora nodded politely at Harry sitting at the side. Cora behaved in a gracious manner and did not lose the demeanor that a daughter of a rich and powerful family should have. Harry nodded back with a smile.  Harry suddenly understood why Byron had ignored his relationship with Eason and slept with Cora.  But at this moment, Byron ignored her. However, Cora’s eyes landed on Byron’s hand. It was bleeding.  “Are you injured? Let me help you take care of it.” Although she didn’t know how Byron had gotten injured, he had helped her just now. What’s more, Cora is a doctor, she can’t just turn a blind eye to someone with an injury.  Harry glanced at Byron, he distinctly remembers Byron shattering a wine glass with his hands when he saw those men harass Cora.  Harry’s eyes darted between Cora and Byron, how interesting.  *** Cora called the manager over and asked for a first aid kit. Then, she took Byron’s hand and began to deal with it. Harry tried saying hi to Cora but she was fully focused on Byron’s wound. This was her natural instinct as a doctor.  Although Byron ignored Cora, he didn’t stop her from treating his wound. “The wound looks a little deep. Try not to touch any water in the next two days.” Cora carefully dressed Byron’s wound and did not forget to remind him. She thought that Byron would ignore her as before. After saying that, she got up to leave. Unexpectedly, Byron suddenly asked, “Do you know how to drive?” Cora was stunned momentarily before she realized Byron was talking to her. “Yes, but…” Cora mostly took the subway to get around the city, she rarely drove.  But before she could finish, Byron handed over the car key and said, “Drive me home.” Cora wanted to refuse, but when she saw the gauze wrapped around his hand, she realized that it’s not convenient for him to drive.  He also helped her three times in one day, best to return a little favor.  In the end, Cora took the car key. Harry watched the two of them leave, muttering to himself, “I guess there really is going to be a next time…”  … Cora’s never driven a four hundred thousand dollar car before. Heck, she’s never driven anything other than a toyota.  But it’s all the same right? Just brakes and gas pedal. Cora thought. However, as soon as she drove through an intersection, Byron, who had been casually sitting in the passenger seat just now, suddenly looked serious. Cora mistook the accelerator for the brake and ran a red light. She almost bumped into a car crossing the road, causing traffic jams. “How did you pass your driver’s test?” “It’s been awhile!” Cora said after taking a deep breath.  The sound of other cars honking their horns filled the air.  Cora had to stepped on the brake, parked the car by the road. She began to feel embarrassed and turned to look at Byron. Byron looked back at her. Cora didn’t know if it was because of the light, but she felt that Byron’s gaze was much more profound than before. Suddenly he unfastened his seatbelt, leaned over, and stared straight at me. “Cora, I want to you…” Byron’s words were concise and carried an irresistible deterrence. Even Cora understood what this meant.  “Mr. Hansen…” Cora should have refused. It was not a good thing to be close to Eason’s uncle. If other people found out about their relationship, she worried that her reputation would be ruined, and her job would become a problem. But tonight, she didn’t want to refuse. Even if this crazy of mind was unrealistic, she still wanted to grasp this moment of crazy. “Didn’t you want to me?” Byron whispered in her ear. He put his hand on her breasts, pinching and rubbing her nipples. Cora felt this feeling for the first time and took a deep breath with joy. It was quiet in the car. All she could hear was her own faint moaning. But her moans only encouraged Byron. He lifted her onto his lap, bent down, and sucked on her nipple hard. His other hand found its way down there and delved deep inside, and then he swiftly thrust its fingers in and out. At the same time, his penis was gently rubbing against her vagina. Cora’s thighs trembled, and her groans were loud and clear. “Please… Please don’t do it here… Byron,” she cried. She felt a sense of nervousness deep inside her, but at the same time, she was also very excited. Byron paused for a moment upon hearing his name being called out from her lips.  He withdrew his hand and began to undo his belt. “Baby, call my name one more time.” This time, he entered in. And Cora had no strength to respond to him anymore because she was so wet and drained by desire. His thrusts even made the luxury car shake and creak. At this moment, Cora felt like part of him, with only moans coming out of her mouth. Finally, as Byron came, Cora let out a scream and her whole body trembled. His mobile phone suddenly rang. Byron caressed her back and took a glance, only to see that it was Eason’s call. He suddenly regained his composure, picked up the phone, and his expression quickly turned cold and stern. Cora panted slightly as laying on top of Byron. “What’s wrong?” she asked with a frown. He hung up the phone and looked at her deeply. “Eason’s in trouble.”

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“Daisy, I’m so sorry that I can’t celebrate your birthday with you,” my only friend Amy told me over the phone. “I would definitely be there for you if I wasn’t sick…” “Amy. It’s fine. I already got the cake you ordered for me and it looks delicious,” I said, looking at the small yet beautifully decorated birthday cake in my hand. Amy was my best and only friend at school. I wanted to tell her that school days when she couldn’t attend were long and lonely. But I don’t want her to feel worse. “I didn’t have my first shift last night, so today can’t be my actual birthday. You still have your chance to make it up to me,” I said. Orphans like me don’t know when we were born or if we are Alphas or Betas until our first shift. Werewolves never shift until midnight on their eighteenth birthday. Today was September 5th, the birthdate on my adoption papers. It was assigned to me by officials when I was only a few months old. A shy, geeky werewolf like me couldn’t be an Alpha, but I didn’t care if I was a Beta or an Omega. I believe that everyone deserves a happy, productive life. Still, I couldn’t wait to shift. It would be awesome to know my actual birthday. And after I turned eighteen, my adoptive family would no longer control my life. I was working hard and saving my money for the day when I would be on my own and not need to depend on anyone. Especially people who didn’t want me. I walked in the back door of the house that never felt like my home and placed the cake on the kitchen table. Everything was quiet. Maybe my adoptive beta parents, Cecilia and Andrew Smith, and their real daughter, Andrea, had forgotten my birthday. Again. After they were told they couldn’t have a biological child, the Smiths adopted me and named me Daisy. I remember feeling happy and safe for a brief time. But when I was six years old, Cecilia gave birth to Andrea, and my life changed. From the moment Andrea was born, I was unwanted and ignored by the people I thought were my parents. It hurt the first few times I was called the adopted one, but I grew to not want them either. I gazed at my reflection in the hall mirror and hated what I saw. My frizzy hair and big glasses made me look like a bug-eyed freak, but at least the glasses helped hide my bushy eyebrows. And the baggy jeans and sweater I bought at the second-hand store hung on my thin body and made me look like a scarecrow. But the thing I hate the most about myself is the way I stutter when I’m nervous. When people hear me stutter, they assume I’m stupid or strange. And knowing it’s going to happen when I’m nervous, makes my stutter much worse. Everyone always called me the adopted one. They joked about how I would never be pretty or popular like Andrea. I guess they were right. “Daisy, is that you,” Cecilia’s voice called from the dining room. “Hurry into the dining room. We’re about to eat dinner.” I grabbed the birthday cake from the kitchen and followed Cecilia’s voice as she urged me to hurry and join the family. Maybe they didn’t forget my birthday like they did every other year since I was six. “Look, everyone,” I said as I entered the dining room. The startled look on their faces made me wish I’d left the cake in the kitchen. “Amy o…ordered me a buh … birthday cake.” The room went silent as Andrea rolled her eyes. They had forgotten again. They didn’t care about me at all. “I’m sorry, Daisy,” Cecilia apologized, but her eyes were cold. “I’ve had such a busy day that I forgot it was your birthday. I barely had time to grab a pizza for dinner. But we can go to a restaurant to eat if you like.” “No way,” Andrea said with a shake of her head. “I don’t feel like going anywhere, Mom. And you know I love pizza.” Her eyes dared me to argue. “And why does Daisy’s birthday matter? She doesn’t know when she was born.” “P … Pizza is fine, Cecilia,” I said as I placed the birthday cake in the center of the table. “We can sh … share the c … cake afterward.” I hated it when I stuttered. Why did I allow people, especially these people, to make me nervous? I help the family whenever I can, and I’ve never forgotten their birthdays. Cecilia gave me a tight smile. “Well then, Daisy, I promise we will take you somewhere to celebrate after your first shift, okay?” I nodded and sat down to eat pizza. The cake was the best part of the meal. I cleaned up the mess and did the dishes after we ate, and joined the family in the living room to watch the evening news. The top story was about the billionaire leader of the United Association of Alphas, Alex Wilson. Alex Wilson had been searching for his missing daughter for years. Alberta was lost to him after the Wilson family was involved in a horrific car accident. But Alex never gave up on finding his beloved daughter. The search for his heir intensified after his cancer diagnosis a few months ago. It was sad to think he could die without ever seeing Alberta again. The werewolf community was assisting their leader in finding the missing Alpha Princess. They all wanted her to be found so she could claim her inheritance and marry her chosen fiancé. Alberta’s husband would be the next leader of the United Association of Alphas. The camera cut away to another reporter interviewing one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. He was Victor Klein, another Alpha billionaire. After graduating from college, he became CEO of his family’s company and made it an even more successful business empire in just a few years. Alex Wilson and the alliance had chosen Victor to be Alberta’s husband and the next leader of the United Alliance of Alphas. The werewolf population needed the best leader. And he was indeed breathtaking. Victor spoke to the reporter about his recent trip to the hometown of Alex Wilson’s deceased wife. He accidentally found a rare childhood picture of hers. The camera shifted to a photo of Alberta’s mother, the one that everyone has seen in the news before. The Alpha female was beautiful, with long straight hair and delicate eyebrows. But the following image the newscaster showed was of Alberta’s mother as a child. She actually had naturally curly hair and bushy eyebrows as a kid! “If anyone knows the whereabouts of Alberta Wilson, call this number,” the reporter said. By now, Alberta would be almost eighteen and perhaps look similar to this photo.” I gasped as Cecilia, Andrew, and Andrea turned and stared at me. I was almost eighteen, and I did have curly hair and bushy brows. “The lost Alberta Wilson could be anywhere,” the newscaster said. “And she may not know who she is.”

I turned away from the TV to keep my foster family from noticing my interest in the news. I especially didn’t want Andrea to see me staring at the handsome Alpha male who was the missing girl’s fiancé. I could still hear the reporter’s words as he delivered the story. His voice seemed to echo through my mind. “So, I have a message for all you girls who will soon be eighteen,” the reporter said. “If you have thick eyebrows and naturally curly hair, please call the number at the bottom of the screen. You could be Alberta Wilson, the heiress of dying billionaire Alex Wilson.” “You should call the number, Daisy.” Cecilia tugged on a lock of my wild, unruly hair. “Maybe this is your real family.” Andrea let out a whoop of mocking laughter that made me cringe. “Daisy … a missing heiress!” Andrea laughed again. “Alex Wilson is the leader of The United Association of Alphas.” She rolled her eyes. “No way is Daisy an Alpha.” “Sweetheart, stop it.” Cecilia winked at her daughter. “There’s no way to know if Daisy has Alpha blood before her first shift on her eighteenth birthday.” I acted as if I didn’t see Cecilia’s wink or Andrea’s smirk. I was used to this kind of treatment from them. But it didn’t make it right or make it hurt any less. I shook my head at Cecilia. Andrea was right. I was no Alpha Princess. There are many girls my age with thick eyebrows and curly hair. Checking to see if I’m a missing heiress would be even more ridiculous than throwing away my money playing the lottery. I was working and saving my money. After college, I’ll get a good job and have my own home. It was the only way to be totally independent and never rely on others again. Besides, I didn’t want to be an Alpha. I’ve heard stories about how they stuck together to exploit Betas and Omegas while trying to satisfy their greed and lust for power and wealth. “No, thank you. That life is not for me,” I whispered to myself just before the phone rang. “It’s your geeky, little friend,” Andrea said and tossed the phone into my lap. I ignored the insult and put the phone to my ear. “Hello.” “Hey, Daisy,” Amy said. “Sorry again for your birthday…Dad wants to ask you something I think you’ll like.” “Daisy? It’s Alan Gray.” Mr. Gray was Amy’s father and my boss. I genuinely liked him because he was a kind man and sometimes treated me better than my own foster parents. “Hey, Mr. Gray, what’s going on?” I said. “Tomorrow is Saturday. I know you’re working the lunch and afternoon shifts, but I need somebody to work the dinner shift too. Leah needs the day off to attend her grandmother’s funeral.” “Extra hours would be great,” I replied. “I worry about you working too hard,” Mr. Gray sighed. “I’ll be fine,” I assured him, touched that he cared. “Then we’ll see you tomorrow,” he said and hung up. More work was exactly what I wanted. It was the only way to escape this life and build a better future for myself. I tossed and turned most of the night, unable to get the Alberta Wilson story or Victor Klein out of my mind. Both made me feel a strange pull in my soul. Warm sunshine woke me the following day. It had to be late morning. Panicked, I leaped from the bed and hurried to get ready for work. Then I rushed downstairs to the kitchen. “You should be on your way to work by now,” Cecilia said with her hands on her hips. “I … I know,” I replied. “I couldn’t get to sleep until almost dawn.” “You’ll have to eat while you walk to work.” She handed me two slices of toast that sat on the table. “Thanks.” I took the toast from Cecilia before rushing out the back door. I nibbled on the toast as I walked. It was cold and tasted strange, but I was hungry enough not to care. By the time I arrived at the restaurant, both pieces were gone. With the sun warming my skin and fresh air cooling my lungs, I couldn’t help stopping outside the restaurant’s front door. A few moments to enjoy the moment before going inside to begin work was irresistible. It would be dark by the time I came outside again. The sound of a crowd across the street caught my attention as I reached for the door handle. A deep, masculine voice could be heard above all the others. Scanning the crowd to see who he was, I gasped. The missing heiress’s fiancé was speaking to the large crowd! Victor Klein was pure Alpha as he captivated his audience with his charm. Everyone hung on his every word. I was fascinated about by him too. “This entire neighborhood will be improved at no cost to any of you,” he promised the cheering crowd. “And all expenses for the renovations will be paid for by me.” Wow. Maybe not every Alpha is a greedy jerk. Victor clearly wants to help the werewolf neighborhood and make their homes and businesses better. I envied the way Victor easily spoke in front of his audience. He was so masterful, so confident. And it was a pleasure to look at his handsome face, muscular body, and broad shoulders. He was masculine perfection. Watching how his sensual mouth moved as he spoke made me tingle in a way I didn’t understand. Mr. Gray appeared at the restaurant door. “I was getting worried about you, Daisy. You’re usually early for your shift.” “S … Sorry,” I stuttered like I always do when I’m nervous. “I … um … overslept.” I looked back at Victor. “Isn’t it wonderful what he’s doing for the local werewolves?” Mr. Gray frowned. “Victor Klein does nothing for others,” he said and motioned me inside. “But I … I heard him tell everyone he’s going to pay for improvements to this neighborhood.” “He didn’t tell the crowd that he owns every building on this street,” he said. “And I’ve been warned that I need to shut down the restaurant while the improvements are being made, and afterward, everyone’s rent will be doubled.” “Victor is going to make a fortune!” I exclaimed. I felt so stupid. Victor was exactly what I expected from a wealthy Alpha. Mr. Gray gave a huge sigh and put on his chef’s hat.“Time to get to work,” he said warmly. The restaurant soon filled with the lunch crowd. I hurried from table to table, giving the best service to my customers that I could. But I began to feel sick in my stomach, and it made it hard to concentrate on my work. Can toast go bad? As I was bussing a table, I saw a couple being seated at a booth in my area. Grabbing menus, I braced myself before approaching them. It would be hard to talk to them because the attractive couple looked like rich Alphas. They always made me more nervous. “Hi, I’m Daisy, and I’ll be your server today.” I managed to keep my voice from shaking, but my queasy stomach fluttered when I looked into the man’s eyes. It was Victor Klein. “Hello, Daisy,” Victor replied with a smile that took my breath away. I stuttered again while taking their drink order and stumbled away in a daze. I needed to calm down before I returned to his table. I mustered the courage to deliver their drinks. But I blushed at the sight of the female Alpha slipping off one high-heeled pump to caress Victor’s ankle with her toes. It seemed like such an intimate gesture. “The profit margin is fantastic,” Victor told the female Alpha. “The U.A.A. will be pleased.” He didn’t acknowledge the feminine toes rubbing his ankle, yet there was a hint of a smile on his sensual lips. Poor Alberta. If she’s found, she will be shackled to a greedy player. I quickly served Victor and his companion their drinks, took their food order, and moved on to check on another table. Keeping busy, I tried not to stare at the Alpha pair as they ate. I was growing more nauseated and wanted this long day to be over. It was a relief when Victor signaled me for his check. “Was everything okay?” I asked as I handed him his bill. “Yes, thank you.” Victor stood, pulled out his wallet, and placed enough cash to pay the bill, plus a two-hundred-dollar tip on my serving tray. “I … I’ll be right back with your change,” I stammered before heading for the cash register. Victor and the female Alpha were gone when I returned to their table. It felt wrong to keep all the money, but a sudden gurgle in my stomach made me rush to the hallway where the bathrooms were located. I forgot all about my stomach when I spotted a man in the hall coming my way. It was Victor. My mind spun. Should I thank him for the tip and offer him his change? Did I have the courage to talk to him? His sensual smile widened as he drew closer. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t utter a word. Instead, the contents of my stomach gushed from my throat.

Victor stared at his stained clothes, his face filled with shock and anger. I … I’m so … so suh … sorry,” I stuttered and rushed to the ladies’ room, where I vomited, over and over, into the toilet. After my stomach settled, I leaned against the wall to catch my breath. I threw up on Victor Klein! I’d never been this embarrassed in my life. I let myself slide down the bathroom wall until I was seated on the floor. Then I pulled my knees to my face and cried. What I had done wasn’t good for the restaurant. What if Amy’s dad fired me? Where else could I get a job? I had to return to the dining room, find Victor, and apologize. Hopefully, Victor wouldn’t blame the restaurant for what I had done. After rising to my feet, I washed my face and hands before rinsing my mouth and checking my clothing and apron for vomit. They were okay. Most of my spew had hit Victor. Ugh! The situation was unbelievable. When I got up the courage to walk back into the dining room, I saw a young man I recognized from the TV as Victor’s assistant. He held a clean suit jacket as Victor buttoned a new dress shirt over his masculine torso. The beautiful woman who had been with Victor was gone. “I’m sure it wasn’t on purpose, Mr. Klein,” Mr. Gray told the wealthy Alpha. “I must be working her too hard. I do apologize for the mess.” I’m the one who should be apologizing, I told myself. Mr. Gray was helping me by giving me more hours, and I ruined the restaurant’s reputation by vomiting on an influential Alpha. As I forced myself closer to Victor, I could tell he was angry by his grim expression. He tossed his dirty clothes into a pile at his assistant’s feet and looked around the restaurant. I cringed when he spotted me walking his way. “You.” He pointed at me. “You ruined one of my best suits.” “I …I’m suh… sorry.” My face felt like it was on fire as I forced the words from my mouth. I looked at the floor and took a deep breath. “Let … let me clean it for you. I will s…send it to the d…dry-cleaning place.” Victor’s assistant snorted. “Do you expect Mr.Klein to wear this again?” the assistant snapped. He glared at Mr. Gray “Everyone should know what kind of riff-raff you employ as wait staff.” “Don’t be so harsh, Findlay,” Victor told his assistant. He turned to Mr. Gray. “We’ll forget this incident happened if you leave a…let’s see…three-thousand-dollar check at my company’s front desk within the week.” “Three … three thousand dollars?” I sputtered, hoping the assistant had been mistaken. “That’s correct,” Victor replied. “I already cut the price in half for you.” Was he trying to be nice? Should I be grateful for that? I stood open-mouthed, thinking of a way to get that much money together in a week. I couldn’t let Amy’s dad pay for my blunder. It wouldn’t be fair, and he and Amy were so good to me. I nodded at Victor, and he strode toward the door. “I’ll be checking the front desk for the money,” Findlay said as he followed Victor to the exit. Three thousand dollars seemed like nothing to werewolves like Victor. The wealthy assumed everyone had thousands of dollars lying around. Victor was the same as other rich Alphas. They’re all greedy and heartless. How could I have thought for a moment that he was any different? “You couldn’t help getting sick, Daisy,” Mr. Gray said. “I’ll pay for the suit. “No,” I insisted. Amy and her father worked hard every day in this restaurant to make a living. I couldn’t let them pay for my mistake. “I’ll find the money. And I’m sorry if I made you lose any customers.” Mr. Gray is a well-known chef. His upscale restaurant could be ruined if Victor chose to spread the story of what I had done. It would be a terrible way to repay Mr. Gray for his kindness to me by making him pay for my mistake in any way. “Victor cares about his public image too much to talk about what just happened,” Mr. Gray said, brushing aside my concerns. “Most people eating here tonight know nothing about what happened.” Victor didn’t need the money for that suit. He cared so much about his public image, but he didn’t care enough to think about if three thousand dollars already exceeded everything I had. Why do rich Alphas have to be such jerks? *** I went home early. My stomach had settled, but I felt terrible about what had happened. “Daisy, you’re home early,” Cecilia said. “I thought you’d be eating at the restaurant. We finished dinner a little while ago, but I didn’t save you anything.” “I’m not very hungry,” I said. “A little soup would be good, and then I want to go to bed.” Cecilia followed me to the kitchen. “You’re awfully down tonight,” she said. “Is something wrong?” I nodded. I was too upset to keep it inside. I had to talk about what happened with someone. Cecilia listened as I stammered every detail of my encounter with Victor. Her eyes showed anger, and her eyebrows raised almost to her hairline by the time I was finished. “There is no question that you need to pay for the suit,” she told me. “And how could you not tell the butter on the toast was bad?” “I don’t know,” I replied. “Maybe it was the toast, or maybe I have a stomach virus. Amy stayed home from school today because she wasn’t feeling well.” I slid a bowl of soup into the microwave. “If you help me pay for the suit, I promise to pay you back.” “I’ll help you,” Cecilia said and sighed. “I don’t want your mess to reflect on this family.” “Thank you, Cecilia,” I said. “But I want you to change your mind about working a job like waitressing,” she added. “I know you’ve been saving money and I don’t know why. I barely even see you spend the money we gave you…. But if you really need a lot of money, you should probably pay more attention to your appearance. There are a lot of rich men out there looking for a young wife.” I couldn’t believe what Cecilia had suggested. Didn’t she know me at all? “I won’t marry someone for money,” I replied, my voice steady and determined. “I like waitressing, And I can take care of myself.” “Then take care of this problem yourself,” Cecilia snapped and began walking away. “I swear, you must get this stubborn streak from your birth parents.” After I ate the soup, I went to my room and counted the money I had saved in my secret hiding spot. There was a little over two thousand dollars. Where could I get a thousand dollars in less than a week? I needed to look for another job. I turned on my ancient laptop and searched for a job to make money quickly. I searched for twenty minutes, getting more depressed, when I found only a few jobs for a high school student, and none paid very much. I was about to give up when a giant ad caught my eye. Alex Wilson was offering one thousand dollars to qualified girls around eighteen with naturally curly hair！ All I had to do was call the number, arrange to give them some information, and let them take my DNA. There was no way I was Alberta Wilson, but it would be an easy way to get the rest of the money I needed to pay for Victor’s suit. I immediately dialed the number.

I wanted to do the test as soon as possible, but the earliest I could schedule an appointment was the following Saturday. I guess there were more girls taking the test than I thought. I arrived at the clinic on time. The number of other girls my age with curly hair waiting for their turn with the nurses was staggering. They were seated in every available chair, but most stood in long lines as they waited their turn to speak to ten different nurses. I never saw so many girls with curly hair all in one place. As soon as one of the girls finished speaking with one of the nurses, another girl took her place. Many left abruptly after answering the nurse’s questions, while others went through a different door and into another room. I overheard chatter from two curly-haired girls around me. They claimed the girls who left had been rejected when the nurses felt they couldn’t be Alberta Wilson. The others were considered possible matches and continued on to the DNA testing—the girls who were chosen to take a DNA test left with their thousand dollars. I needed to be one of them. But it was disheartening every time a girl was rejected and left the clinic empty-handed. They all looked much more like an Alpha than me. If I was rejected before giving my DNA sample, where would I get the money to pay for Victor’s suit? Finally, it was my turn. The middle-aged receptionist immediately asked for my adoption certificate. She examined it and me closely. The way the woman stared at me made me feel like I was doing something wrong. “Is your hair naturally curly, or is it permed?” she asked as she touched my hair. “You realize this is serious business, yet many of you girls are here to get some of Mr. Wilson’s money.” “I’ve nuh … never need … needed a perm,” I stammered. “My hair is nuh … naturally curly.” The nurse was making me so nervous I could barely breathe. The room seemed airless as she studied me. Could she tell I was there for the money, too? Then I had an idea and took out my phone. “Lah … look, here’s a puh… picture of my suh … school ID from three years ago.” The photo showed me at the beginning of my freshman year. My hair was just as curly as it is now. The woman took my phone from my hand and compared it to a photo I saw on television. It was the photo of Alberta’s mother when she was young. After a minute, she handed my phone back to me. “Okay, Daisy, I’ll need some more information.” The nurse took out a form and wrote my name on the top line. Not wanting any trouble from Cecilia, I gave her Amy’s address for the second line. After asking me more questions, some that I couldn’t answer, the nurse handed me the form and told me to walk through the doorway on the left side of the large room. It was where other girls had gone for testing and their thousand dollars! I walked to the other room, not looking at anyone, and with my fingers crossed. This room was less crowded. I took a deep breath and walked up to another nurse who was sitting behind a desk. This nurse asked me more questions about my health and family. Again, I was examined and asked if my hair was naturally curly or permed. After the other nurse completed my registration, I agreed to have my cheek swabbed and a tube of blood drawn. I didn’t like having a needle stuck in my arm, but I was happy to have gotten this far in the process. There were dozens of racks of samples covering a table. Alberta had to be among the girls who came for testing today. Surely the lost Alpha Princess would be found. That thought made me feel less guilty about what I was doing to get the money to pay for Victor’s suit. After the DNA samples were taken, I was told I must have photos taken to be compared with old pictures of Alberta’s mother. There were five photographers and their equipment set up at the other end of the room. Nearby, a middle-aged man in a suit, tie, and mustache sat quietly, watching everything around him. He reminded me of one of those proper, stuffy butlers in a TV series. The man also looked very tired. This part of the search for Alberta had to be tedious when this many girls showed up to be tested. He didn’t seem to see me at all, even though he looked my way several times. Sitting before the bright lights and the camera, I squirmed and wished this would be over. All this attention directed at me was making me shake inside and out. I couldn’t wait to leave and take the money to Victor’s office. When the first photo was taken, I cringed and closed my eyes as the bright flash went off with a pop. I couldn’t keep from closing my eyes on the second try, either. I always hated getting my photo taken. Why would anyone want to preserve an image of me? The photographer tried to be patient, but I couldn’t help it. I felt as if everyone in that big room could read my thoughts and knew I wasn’t Alberta. They probably suspected I was just another greedy girl wanting the money. “Let’s try a photo without your glasses,” the photographer said. “I can’t see your eyes very well when the flash goes off. The lenses reflect the light.” I took my glasses off and felt much more at ease because I couldn’t see all the people around me as clearly. I relaxed a little and told myself they weren’t staring at me anymore. But I could see well enough to know when the butler suddenly raised his head and stood. The photographer seemed as startled as me. Was the butler staring at us? Why? The butler quickly regained his composure and apologized before sitting down again. Who was he, and what part was he playing in the search for Alberta? I kept my eyes open as the photographer took two photos of me without my glasses before handing me another paper. He then told me to go to another woman sitting at a desk near an armed guard. This woman was young and pretty. She examined the paper from the photographer and asked me to sign the bottom on the solid line. Relief flowed through me when I read the paper before I signed my name. I agreed that the thousand dollars would be delivered to the address I’d given them within forty-eight hours. I would receive the thousand-dollar payment and be able to pay Victor. With all the girls here, I was lucky to get it in writing before they found Alberta. But as I began to walk toward the door to the outside, I heard a man’s voice. I turned back and saw it was the butler. He was speaking to the photographer who had just taken my photos. “They look too similar,” the butler said. “That girl must be her.” Who was he talking about? Had they really found Alberta? I’d better leave before they wanted their money back.

Early the next morning, I woke up and wished I could stay in bed all day. I hadn’t slept well, and I looked more of a mess than usual. But it suited my mood. I was about to wash up and go downstairs to eat breakfast when someone rang the doorbell. After pulling on my old sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, I ran to the front door. It was still early, and the house was quiet. Cecilia, Andrew, and Andrea must still be sleeping. I looked through the peephole and saw Amy impatiently shifting her weight from foot to foot. What had her so excited already this morning? I opened the door and motioned her inside. “You’re up early,” I said as I led her to the kitchen. “Want some juice?” Amy shook her head. “Did you do the genetic test for Alex Wilson and give them the referral information?” “Yeah, why?” I replied while pouring myself a glass of orange juice. Amy held up an envelope addressed to me. The return address was Alex Wilson’s corporation. “Oh, yeah. I used your address. Cecilia was on my case about marrying a rich Alpha who could take care of me. I didn’t want her to get any ideas about me being a billionaire’s heiress.” “Yeah, what a horrible fate,” Amy teased. She crossed her eyes and giggled. “I don’t want to marry any man I don’t love. And I’m far from ready to get married.” I stuck out my tongue at her and changed the subject. “Wow. I can’t believe the money arrived so quickly.” I took the envelope and began to slit its end with a letter opener. “It’s weird. The envelope didn’t arrive in our mailbox,” Amy said. “A very distinguished-looking man delivered it to my house. He wasn’t a regular delivery man or anything. He was wearing a suit and tie.” “Unbelievable! You got tested to see if you are Alex Wilson’s lost Alpha Princess,” Andrea said with a laugh as she popped into the kitchen. “You’re delusional, Daisy. What makes you think a geeky nobody like you could be Alberta Wilson?” “I duh … don’t think I’m Alberta Wilson,” I told Andrea, inwardly cursing my inability to speak without stuttering when Andrea was around. Why was Andrea always sneaking around, listening to my conversations? “Wuh … why are you always so nasty to me?” “Buh … because you’re such a dweeb,” Andrea replied, mocking my stutter. “I can’t freaking believe you think you’re an Alpha. It’s too funny.” I felt my anger rising, but I tried to concentrate on staying calm and speaking clearly. “I wuh … wouldn’t want to be a spoiled, rich, Alpha girl. I’m happy being me.” Andrea couldn’t understand that I didn’t need to be rich or powerful to be happy. I have a few people who care about me, and I am willing to work for what I want. “You’re lying. You were hoping you were born a rich Alpha.” Andrea rolled her eyes. “Why else would you get tested?” “I needed the thousand dollars Alex Wilson is giving all girls who got their DNA tested to see if he’s their father,” I admitted. Hearing myself say it out loud made me feel worse than I had yesterday. “Using people isn’t something I would normally do,” I explained. “But it was either take the test and get paid a thousand dollars, even though I knew I was not the missing heiress, or I had to allow Amy’s father to pay for an expensive suit I ruined.” I handed Amy the envelope. “Give it to your dad and the other money I have in my room. He can make sure you know who gets the money.” I couldn’t bring myself to mention Victor’s name before Andrea. Amy shook her head. “I can’t take your money, and my father won’t either. You worked hard for every dime you have, and you never spend any of it. You’re going to take this check and cash it. Put it into a savings account for college.” Amy pulled the check out of the envelope and froze. “How much was Alex Wilson paying girls for a sample of their DNA?” she asked. “I thought you said a thousand dollars.” I nodded. “Yes, they were advertising that they would give a thousand dollars to any selected girl who took the test.” “But this check isn’t for a thousand dollars,” Amy said. She pulled the check away from Andrea, who was trying to grab it from her hand. “Oh, no,” I groaned. “I n … need a thousand dollars more to pay for that suit.” “You’ll be able to pay for that suit,” Amy said. I could tell she was trying not to grin. “You can buy any suit you want. Look.” Amy held the check in front of my eyes. It was made out to me for one hundred thousand dollars.” I let out a squeal. “It’s a mistake. I need to return it and get one for the right amount.” “Boy, you are dumb,” Andrea said. “You should keep your mouth shut and give that check to my parents. They’ve raised you all these years. You owe them.” “That would be stealing. It’s not my money,” I told her and examined the check closer. There was a phone number under Alex Wilson’s address. “I’m calling Mr. Wilson to tell him about the mistake.” But the doorbell rang once again before I could dial the phone number. “Maybe they dis … discovered the mistake and tracked me down to get their check back,” I said and ran to see who was at the door. I opened the door, ready to hand over the too-large check. But when I saw who was at the door, I couldn’t move or speak. It was Victor. He stepped into the house wearing a formal suit with a large bouquet of bright red roses in one of his hands. He was more handsome than ever, and he smelled like an expensive cologne. Behind him, his assistant was carrying more than a dozen expensive gift boxes with various designer brand names on them. What was going on? Victor glanced at me and my messier-than-usual morning look, and his face froze. But after a moment, he flashed a super charming smile as he walked forward into the house. He looked over the three of us. “Which one of you is Daisy?” he asked politely. I came back to my senses and replied stiffly, “I’m Daisy.” Why was he here? I bit my lip and tried to keep my face away from Victor. Maybe he wouldn’t recognize me from the restaurant. But Victor looked me over from my frizzy hair, held back from my face with an elastic band, to my baggy sweatpants with holes in the knees. His expression showed that he didn’t find me attractive, but he didn’t seem to remember me either. “So … you’re Mr. Wilson’s lost child.” He seemed earnest, but this had to be a joke. “I brought a few things, gifts that are rightfully yours.” “No … Wait … what?” I stammered. “What … what do you mean?” My mind spun. Was Victor saying what I thought he was saying? “I’m your fiancé, Alberta,” Victor said with an attractive smile.

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