Husband and Brother Bet Millions on My Baby’s FatherChapter 1
Keon, who had always refused to have children with me, suddenly became relentless. For three days and nights, he took me over and over again, without any protection.
I thought he had finally accepted me. Blushing, I held the pregnancy test in my hand, ready to share the good news with him. But before I could, I overheard a conversation in the company lounge—his voice, along with his childhood sweetheart and two close friends, filled with laughter.
"You guys spoil me too much. I was just curious about whose child it would be after doing this. The three of must treat Kelsey the worst you could. If she finds out she doesn’t even know who the father of her child is, do you think she’ll be mad?"
Keon scoffed. "Mad? She should be grateful! You didn’t see how happy she was when she thought she could have a baby."
"But, big bro, Kelsey is practically born for this"
"Keon, you’re really the only one ruthless enough to do this!"
"How about we make a bet? Let’s see who’d win. Whoever loses has to buy Kizzie jewelry at the auction—nothing under ten million!"
With their pride as men on the line, all three of them went all in, upping the stakes for themselves.
Kizzie watched them argue, their faces flushed with excitement and laughed delightedly. She glanced at me casually through the blinds, her expression indifferent.
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"Big bro, what if Kelsey finds out the child isn’t yours? What if the truth slips out?"
Keon let out a disdainful snort. "If she ends up pregnant with someone else’s child, it’ll only make her look like a whore cheating is bad enough, but getting knocked up? Even if Kelsey finds out, does she really have the face to say anything?"
"Besides, do you think I’d do something like this without a backup plan?"
As he spoke, he pulled a stack of photos from his pocket and scattered them across the table.
"Damn, her face isn’t even covered! If someone else sees these, there goes her so-called innocent reputation, hahaha!"
"Just like those magazines from over in Japan you can practically feel how filthy it is just from the pictures!"
Kizzie picked up a photo, glanced at it with disdain and casually tossed it aside.
The photo slid precisely through the crack of the door and landed right in front of me.