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My sister-in-law was pregnant. She said that in our village, giving birth was just a matter of spreading your legs and pushing. But I was worried and insisted that she go for a check-up. It turned out that she had a high-risk pregnancy and needed a C-section to save her and the baby's lives. My nephew was born weak and sickly, and every time he got sick, my sister-in-law would blame me for making her go to the hospital and causing him to be born prematurely and injured. He grew to hate me and eventually killed me by poisoning my water. When I woke up, I was back at home and asked for my opinion on the matter. This time, I won't interfere. I want to see what kind of thing she can give birth to.
Chapter 1
My sister-in-law was pregnant, and she said that in the village, giving birth was as simple as pushing the baby out. But I insisted she go for a prenatal check-up. It turned out she had a high-risk pregnancy, and a C-section saved both her and the baby.
My nephew was born weak and sickly. Every time he fell ill, my sister-in-law would tell him, "Blame your aunt for this. She was afraid you'd compete for the family inheritance. That's why she insisted I go to the hospital, and you were born prematurely, harming your health!"
Because of this, my nephew hated me. Later, after being mocked by his classmates, he put pesticide in my water, watching me die in agony.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my family asked for my opinion. This time, I decided not to interfere. I wanted to see what kind of child she would give birth to.
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I was reborn on the day we discovered my sister-in-law was pregnant. She was proudly showing off her belly, saying, "I asked the local wise woman, and she said this one is definitely a boy."
"Hahaha, I'm the one bringing honor to the Barnes family! You finally have a male heir!" She glanced at me and added, "What good is an education for a girl? You're getting older and still single. Having a baby boy is the most important thing!"
Her belly looked quite large, probably over seven months. My mother couldn't stop smiling, "Exactly! Boys are the best! Mila, you've worked hard!"
Then, my mother hesitated, "Mila, the neighbors say you should go for a prenatal check-up. Have you gone?"
My sister-in-law scoffed, "That's just something rich folks worry about. Mom, you didn't have any of those checks when you had Rhett and Ryann. It's just a way for hospitals to make money."
"We're tougher than those city folks." My mother nodded, feeling it made some sense. Then she looked worriedly at me, "Ryann, you're smart and well-read. Do you think it's okay not to go for a check-up?"
My sister-in-law's eyes instantly fixed on me. I paused, recalling my past life. Back then, my mother had asked me the same question. I knew how crucial prenatal check-ups were. Pregnant women could develop many complications, and the baby's development was uncertain. Check-ups were essential to ensure the safety of both mother and child.
So, I had firmly insisted my sister-in-law see a doctor. Her expression soured, but I offered to pay, and with the family's persuasion, she went to the hospital. It turned out she had a high-risk pregnancy and needed an immediate C-section to save both her and the baby. Thanks to the successful surgery, both my sister-in-law and nephew were safe, though he was born weak.
But I hadn't expected my sister-in-law to be ungrateful. Every time my nephew fell ill, she would whisper in his ear, "Blame your aunt for this. She didn't want you to compete for the inheritance, so she convinced the family to have you born early."
"That's why you're so weak and sickly!" My nephew grew to hate me. One day, after being mocked for his frailness, he poisoned my water with pesticide, killing me.
My sister-in-law found out right away. She convinced my brother to tell everyone I had taken my own life because I was too old to get married. My parents believed this story, but on the seventh night after my death, I overheard them whispering, "Ryann, don't blame us. Michael is the family's only heir..."
It turned out my parents knew the truth. They were accomplices. This was the family I had given up everything for. Thinking of this, I looked at my mother and sister-in-law's faces and smiled.
"It's Mila's baby, so it's her decision."
My sister-in-law rolled her eyes, "Of course. I know what's best for my baby."
Fine, let's see what kind of child you end up with this time.
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
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"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."