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I stole my bestie's used condom and knocked myself up with her fiancé's baby. All for the Whitmore fortune's bounty: have the heir, get billions. My fake bestie Iris? Childfree queen who bullied me for years. She screamed at Caspian—the Whitmore's ONLY heir. "Your family's gonna kill me or force you to cheat?!" "Do you love ME or some baby machine?!" Caspian was whipped. Swore he'd never touch another woman. I watched my "woke feminist" bully preach independence while living off his black card. Called me "bestie" while treating me like garbage. Now I'm cashing in HER for a billion-dollar check. You won't have his baby? I WILL. Revenge and billions—I'm taking both. Your man? Bonus. I stared at the two lines on the pregnancy test. Called the number the Whitmores left. They showed up fast. But instead of taking me straight to the estate, they brought me to a private hospital first. Eight weeks pregnant. They immediately pushed me onto a gurney. The Whitmore assistant told me flat out. "Paternity test first. Then we'll see if there's anything to talk about." Maybe I had some stupid hope at first. But when that cold needle went in, I knew exactly where I stood. The ice-cold vibe around me kept my mouth shut, no matter how much it hurt. Off the bed. I waited again for hours. The assistant finally came back. First time he actually looked at me. "Let's go." --- The car headed to the outskirts, eventually stopping at a standalone villa. When they brought me in, only one woman sat on the couch—elegant, sharp. Mrs. Whitmore looked up. "You're my son's fiancée's friend." "How did YOU get pregnant?" No way I could tell the truth—had to wing it. "Mr. Whitmore kept me around for a bit." "At least you're honest." Mrs. Whitmore smiled slightly. Pure contempt. "Let's be clear." "Later on, we'll do an ultrasound." Her eyes dropped to my stomach. "Girl? We give you a house, some cash. You're done with us." "Boy? He comes into the family. Gets his inheritance." "And you can rise with him." I pulled it together. "Got it." Mrs. Whitmore seemed satisfied, her tone softening slightly. "Until we're sure, don't say sh!t you shouldn't." "Or else—" She didn't finish. Just lifted her chin. --- Conversation over. I finally breathed. First ticket in. I had it. But it was too soon to celebrate. Iris could NOT find out this baby was connected to the Whitmores. Back then, some girl tried to get into Caspian's bed. Even though he didn't let her, Iris had her face slashed and dumped in the red light district. In the end, she lost her mind. They found her bare body in an alley dumpster. If Iris found out I was pregnant with Caspian's kid— I didn't dare imagine what would happen to me. --- I walked home, planning my next move. Then looked up—and froze. Iris was leaning against my door. Holding up a pregnancy test. Smiling like a horror movie. "Rachel. Pregnant and didn't tell your bestie?" My pupils shrank, my whole body trembling instinctively. Iris smiled lazily. "No wonder you've been ghosting me." "You act so innocent, but someone knocked you up!" "Whose is it? That guy who just dropped you off?" My heart sank. She'd been with Caspian for years—would she recognize the Whitmore assistant? Iris's eyes narrowed. "Why does he look kind of familiar?" My palms were slick with sweat. I couldn't speak. Iris stared after the car, frowning. I was terrified she'd remember. Had to distract her. "What if Caspian knew you cared about some other guy?" She whipped around. Made a gagging face. "He's old enough to be my dad. And he looks—ugh, stop!" "Don't act like everyone's as easy as you. Lights off and you'll sleep with anything." She didn't suspect. I exhaled. "He's older, yeah. But he's good to me." "I'm serious about him." She glanced where the car had gone. "Fine. Car's decent." "With what you've got—no money, no looks, no body—be grateful some old guy even wants you." "You're already pregnant. When's the wedding? How much is he paying?" I swallowed my rage. Played pathetic. "His parents want me to have the baby first." "If it's a boy, then there'll be money." Iris looked even more disgusted. She crossed her arms and eyed me like I was yard sale garbage. "Holy sh!t, you agreed? You're literally a rental womb." "Should've told me sooner! I could've set you up with way better guys!" "Younger. Richer." "Girl, you got scammed." I smiled softly. Harmless. She got bored. Tossed the test on the ground and left. I watched her go. However long we'd been "friends," that's how long I'd been her servant. She loved dragging me to parties. She'd dress like a princess and shove me into clothes her grandma wouldn't wear. Then she'd tell everyone how close we were—so close I survived on her charity. If some creep showed up, she'd push me toward him. "This is my bestie. She's really sweet. Have fun with her." If not chewing in front of a starving person is kindness? Then she was the type who chewed right in my face and smacked her lips on purpose. Then smiled and asked: "You're not hungry, are you?" I bent down. Picked up the test. Gripped it tight. I was hungry. Of course I was. But if you knew and still flaunted it— I had no choice but to take it by force. --- For the baby, I crammed every pregnancy guide I could find. Barely a few days passed before Iris called. "Rachel! Come out!" I was about to refuse when she cut me off. "Check my post. Place is booked. Everyone's coming." "It's to celebrate your pregnancy! You have to come!" I hadn't checked her feed. Now I opened it. Pinned photo: my pregnancy test. Caption: "Congrats to my bestie on her shotgun pregnancy!" I shut my eyes in frustration. Mrs. Whitmore's warning echoed in my head. The comments under her post were brutal. "Acts all innocent. Damn!" "Wonder which rich kid's about to get trapped?" "Probably doesn't even know whose it is!" Plenty of them were from other heirs and heiresses. I didn't know if the Whitmores were watching me. Didn't know if they'd already seen this post. If I didn't go, and they started spreading more rumors that reached Mrs. Whitmore— I couldn't risk it. I had to go. --- The moment I pushed open the door, every eye dropped to my stomach. "The guest of honor's here." Laughter rippled through the room. Iris came over, looped her arm through mine. That's when I noticed the scrapes on her arm. Caspian looked worse. We were still "best friends," so I had to at least pretend to care. She leaned in close, all affection. "We went racing a few days ago. Flipped the car." "Otherwise I would've thrown this sooner!" "Shotgun pregnancy and waiting till birth to marry—so progressive! Had to celebrate my girl!" The room erupted in laughter. Then, from the corner, someone spoke lazily. "Pretty convenient timing, don't you think?" "The Whitmores just announced that heir bounty, and boom—she's pregnant." It was Briar Kane. Iris's fake bestie. The kind who smiled to your face and wanted you dead behind your back. "What if the baby's Caspian's? That'd be interesting." "No offense. Just saying." The air shifted instantly. Every pair of eyes turned to Iris. I felt it clearly— Iris's grip tightened. Her nails dug into my arm. Ever since the Whitmores went public with their "heir reward," she'd been paranoid about every woman near Caspian. Even a waitress glancing too long would earn a slap. She'd always looked down on me, though. Never saw me as a threat. But now someone had said it out loud. Enough to plant suspicion. "Don't try to mess with me and Rachel." Iris pulled me into a hug, playing up the sisterhood act. "Why don't you call your fiancé over?" "I haven't even met him yet!" Where was I supposed to find a fiancé? My throat tightened. I forced a smile. "He's... really busy." "Probably can't make it." Briar let out a soft "Oh." "I don't think it's that he CAN'T come. I think he's already here." "Iris, why don't you let Rachel take a look? See if the guy behind you is her fiancé? Haha!" Caspian usually stayed out of girl drama. He'd been silent this whole time. Until now. He slowly lifted his gaze. Cold. "Spread rumors about me again and you'll lose your tongue." Briar shut up. Caspian turned to Iris, voice soft. "I only love you." "Besides, someone like Rachel? I wouldn't let her touch my shoes." But Iris shoved his hand away, refusing to let it go. "Your fiancé is so busy he can't even show his face?" The room went dead silent. Even Caspian paused. Iris stared at me. No more condescension in her eyes. Just raw suspicion. "Is he really that busy?" "Or does he not exist at all?" "Rachel, if you can't get your fiancé here today—" "I'd rather kill the wrong kid than let the real one slip by." My heart sank. No way out now. I pulled out my phone. Called the Whitmore assistant. He picked up on the first ring. I almost blurted it out in panic. "Honey, are you busy?" He paused. Like he didn't get it. I didn't give him time to respond. "I'm out with my best friend. Can you come over?" "And pick me up after? Please?" My voice softened, careful and pleading. Two seconds of silence. My palm was slick. Could barely hold the phone. I lowered my voice. "My friend Iris—she might have the wrong idea. She really wants to meet you." "Just come by. Please?" "I'm begging you." Finally, he spoke. "...Okay." "I was about to pick you up for this week's checkup anyway." "I can swing by." Relief finally flooded through me. "Okay. I'll send you the address." I hung up fast. Iris stared at me. The tension in her eyes eased a little. She scoffed lightly. Back to that familiar condescension. "Is that how you always talk to your fiancé?" "Like you're begging to be kept." I played along. Degraded myself. "I haven't given him a son yet. It's only right." The room burst into laughter. A girl I didn't recognize frowned and spoke up. "What if you give birth and he still won't marry you?" "If he won't take responsibility now, when you're most vulnerable... have you really thought this through?" She looked at me. Genuine concern. "Once you're further along, it'll be too late to regret it." Before she could finish, Iris slammed her glass on the table. "What? You all just can't stand to see her happy?" The girl froze. "I'm just—" Iris cut her off. "Just what?!" "You all know what Rachel's situation is, don't you?" "She's lucky to find someone willing to let her have his baby!" "She's not like me. Caspian loves me. Supports me. He'd rather fight his family than make me suffer through childbirth." She leaned into Caspian, voice soft. "Right?" Caspian didn't answer. Just reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The room erupted in teasing. Great. I was their entertainment again. Iris turned back to me. Smile wider. "Don't be too jealous, Rachel." "Can't help it. People are born into different tiers." I nodded. "You're right." Except when the time comes, who's on top and who's on bottom—hard to say. --- The door opened. I stood immediately and walked over. Turned slightly to block the assistant's face. Terrified Caspian or Iris would recognize him. I smiled quickly at Iris. "My fiancé's here to pick me up. I'll head out. You guys have fun." I grabbed the assistant's arm and pulled him toward the door. Then— "Stop." Caspian's voice turned cold. I froze. "Mason? You're Rachel's fiancé?" "If I remember right, you were already married before you started working for my grandfather." Briar finally got her chance. She laughed. "Oh wow. Fake fiancé bu//sted?" "Iris, you better investigate." "After all—always trust no one, especially your best friend." The suspicion in Iris's eyes flared back up. "Rachel. Don't you think you owe us an explanation?" What do I do what do I do what do I do?! My mind raced. Then— I turned around and slapped the assistant across the face. I apologized frantically in my head. Mason, I'll kowtow and beg forgiveness later, I swear! Then I covered my face and burst into tears. "I gave you my V-card and you lied to me?!" "You said you'd marry me after the baby—but you're already married! How are you supposed to marry me?!" The room went dead silent. Iris's expression shifted—from suspicion, to shock, to something... complicated she couldn't quite hide. My tears kept falling. "I'm already pregnant... what am I supposed to do..." I cried until my voice cracked. Then I seemed to remember where I was. I je//rked my hand up and wiped my face messily. Total wreck. I forced a smile. "Iris, sorry you had to see this." "You guys have fun... I'll just go..." I kept my head down. Too ashamed to look at anyone. Then I grabbed the assistant's wrist. "Let's go. Don't embarrass me in front of everyone anymore." No one stopped me. Some even moved aside to let me through. I dragged the assistant out like I was running for my life. --- Only after we got into the car did I finally speak. "I'm sorry." Mason cut me off. Expressionless. "Mrs. Whitmore already told me. If necessary, I'm to cover for you." "After all, you're... in a special position." I exhaled hard. So as long as I had the baby, the Whitmores wouldn't leave me to die. --- Another month passed. Iris kept calling, asking me to hang out. I made excuses. Said I wasn't in a good headspace. She was terrified I'd "do something stupid." Kept encouraging me to be a mistress. "Mason and his wife are just old and boring." "The one who's unloved is the real third wheel!" "I'll be the lady of the Whitmore house, and you'll just be the assistant's side piece—but don't worry, I'll look out for you!" Her gloating was impossible to miss. "So don't you dare abort that baby, okay?" "If you do, you'll have no reason to cling to Mason." "And after an ab0rtion, you'll be damaged goods—you won't even be able to land a guy like him!" I touched my slightly rounded belly and smiled coldly. Of course I wouldn't abort. I just hope you're still smiling this hard when my baby's born. --- A horn honked downstairs. That familiar SUV was back. "Mason's here. Gotta go." I knew today was the day. Stay or go. This was it. --- They brought me to the Whitmore estate. This time, Mr. Whitmore, Mrs. Whitmore, and Grandpa Augustus were all there. Mrs. Whitmore led me into a guest room. A doctor was setting up an ultrasound machine. I took a deep breath and lay down on the bed. I'd done everything I could. The rest was up to fate. The cold probe pressed against my belly. I instinctively shut my eyes tight. I didn't dare look at the doctor or Mrs. Whitmore's expression. All I could hear was the faint hum of the machine and my own heartbeat getting louder. I don't know how long passed. Then the doctor stopped. "Mrs. Whitmore, congratulations. It's a boy." Mrs. Whitmore confirmed it again and again. Her eyes lit up. "Good! Excellent!" I let out a shaky breath. Almost cried. Now I finally had one foot through the Whitmore door. All I had to do was deliver the baby safely. Back in the sitting room, everyone looked at me differently. "You've been through a lot." Mrs. Whitmore's tone was warmer than before. "We'll assign someone to take care of you. You just focus on resting and carrying the baby safely." "Once our grandson is born, we won't treat his mother poorly." I lowered my head. "Thank you, Mrs. Whitmore." The words barely left my mouth when the front door slammed open. "Mom, Dad, Grandpa—stop pushing me and Iris, okay?!" "Is having a kid really that important?!" Caspian stormed in. Iris right behind him. Both of their eyes landed on me at the same time. Only one thought echoed in my mind— I'm screwed. Iris stared at me. Total shock. "Rachel? What are you doing here?!" My throat locked. Couldn't speak. Grandpa Augustus finally broke his silence. "I'll tell you why she's here." "She's carrying the Whitmore heir." Caspian froze. "Grandpa, what are you talking about? She's with Mason—" Augustus cut him off. Slammed a document on the table. "Yes. I already had Mason take her for a paternity test." Caspian looked at the report. The baby was confirmed as his son. His face drained. "That's impossible!" "I never touched her. How could she be pregnant with my kid?!" Iris went white. "Caspian, you said you loved me—and you betrayed me?!" "You actually s1ept with someone like Rachel? And you had your grandfather's assistant lie to me?" "Are you punishing me or just trying to make me sick?!" Mrs. Whitmore finally spoke slowly. "Wasn't she the woman you kept on the side?" "If you had a relationship, pregnancy isn't strange." Caspian looked horrified. "Mom! What are you saying? I never kept her!" "Everyone around me can confirm it!" "I didn't sleep with her—I barely even talked to her! How could she be pregnant with my kid??" My heart sank. Last shred of hope—gone. I dropped straight to my knees. "Mrs. Whitmore, I'm sorry!" My forehead nearly touched the floor as my voice trembled. "I lied." "Caspian... never kept me." Mr. Whitmore's face changed. "What are you saying? But the paternity test confirmed the baby is—" I gripped my hands tight. Couldn't stop trembling. "The baby IS Caspian's." "But not the normal way." "I... stole a used condom and got pregnant myself." Dead silence. Caspian looked like he'd been struck by lightning. His expression cracked apart. "You—" He opened his mouth, but no words came out. The next second, Iris snapped. She lunged at me, grabbing my hair and slapping me repeatedly. "You b!tch! You played me this whole time with some old man?!" "You've been by my side forever, calling me your best friend—was it all for this?!" "I gave you everything! I looked out for you!" "And you do something this disgusting?! Why don't you just die?!" I didn't fight back. I just cried and kept apologizing. Even after more than ten slaps, she still wasn't satisfied. She grabbed a vase, raising it high— "Enough." Mrs. Whitmore's voice was ice. A bodyguard stepped forward. Blocked Iris. She was held back, shaking with rage. "Auntie! You're protecting this b!tch?!" "You're really going to let her give birth to a Whitmore? Her blood is filthy!" I stayed on my knees, head lowered. Kept crying. Kept begging. "I know this is disgusting. I don't deserve to be part of the Whitmores." "I'll give birth. And then I'll leave." "I just ask that the Whitmores treat my child well. Don't punish the baby for what I did!" The air was suffocating. Even Mrs. Whitmore, usually so composed, stayed silent. Grandpa Augustus slammed his cane on the floor. "It's done." He looked at Caspian. "You have two choices." "If you insist on staying childless with Iris, then the Whitmore fortune skips you entirely and goes to Rachel's baby!" One sentence. Cut off every escape route. "Or you two have your own child." "You grew up together. We always preferred Iris anyway." "As long as you have your own child, I promise—anyone unrelated will disappear immediately." Caspian'd always thought Grandpa would never abandon him. Thought as long as he refused, no one could force him. He loved Iris too much to let another woman have his child. But now— some girl they'd never even noticed had destroyed everything. He'd been a carefree heir his whole life. Without the Whitmores? He couldn't imagine. Augustus ignored me kneeling there and kept pushing. "As long as you two have a child, I'll agree to anything." "I watched you both grow up. I just want the family line to continue!" Caspian weighed it all, then turned to Iris. "Iris." "We've been together for years. I've never forced you to do anything." "But this time, help me. Please?" Iris didn't answer. She knew her freedom and lifestyle cost money. If Caspian lost his inheritance, what would she have left? But... but... She opened her mouth. "I..." The agreement wouldn't come. Caspian thought she was hesitating for him, so he gripped her shoulders. "I love you so much and you love me, don't you?" "It's just one baby!" "I'll get the best doctors, the best team—you won't suffer at all!" "Everything you're worried about won't happen. You can still do whatever you want!" "Please, Iris? Just do this for me." He was already pulling her toward the bedroom, half-dragging, half-coaxing. "Come on." "We'll do it now." He looked back at Augustus with urgency in his voice. "Grandpa, we'll have a baby! Right now!" "Don't give the family fortune to some random kid!" "I never agreed to let that woman have my child!" Augustus smiled faintly, almost indulgently. "Don't worry—boy or girl, as long as you two have a child." "Rachel's baby is nothing!!" "If it bothers you, I'll even make her abort it!" Right. I was just a vessel. Disposable. They didn't need to treat me like a person. Breaking a tiny promise to me? What did it matter? If my existence could pressure Caspian, the Whitmores couldn't be happier! But I didn't beg again. I just stayed on my knees with my forehead pressed to the floor. Let out quiet, pitiful sobs now and then. But no one saw the smile at the corner of my mouth. --- The bedroom door closed. Augustus was already picking out names for his future great-grandson. Then— A scream tore through the bedroom. "AHHH!!!" "You b!tch, Iris Ashford! I'll kill you!!"

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I stole my bestie's used condom and knocked myself up with her fiancé's baby. All for the Whitmore fortune's bounty: have the heir, get billions. My fake bestie Iris? Childfree queen who bullied me for years. She screamed at Caspian—the Whitmore's ONLY heir.