Rejecting Three Suitors For One King

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One year ago, a cruel, calculated game tore twenty years of history to shreds.

My supposed best friend, Melanie, hit a Royal Flush during a high-stakes poker night at the club. With a predatory smile, she pointed at the three men my father had hand-picked as my potential suitors and demanded they ghost me for an entire year.

She called it a "litmus test for true love," a way to see which of them was truly worthy of my hand.

I had been standing in the shadows that night, my heart racing, fully expecting them to laugh in her face. Instead, they exchanged a single, chilling look and agreed in unison. Even when my father threatened to strip them of their positions in our firm, they remained cold. They told himand methat it was for my own good, that if I couldn't handle a little "test," I didn't deserve to be a Blackwood bride.

In that moment, watching them trample my dignity in the name of love, something inside me died.

Fast forward to today. Those same three men are standing on my doorstep, brandishing their documents like trophies, their faces masked in a nauseating, entitled arrogance.

They told me the "probation period" was over. They were here to offer me the "charity" of choosing one of them to marry.

Looking at their smug, victorious expressions, I couldn't help it. I laughed. I didn't just chuckle; I let out a sharp, jagged sound that cut through the morning air.

I stepped aside, ignoring the papers they tried to shove into my hands. My voice was as flat as a dead calm sea.

"Excuse me. I have an appointment with my OB-GYN for a prenatal checkup."

...

"Drop the act, Norah. You haven't even had a man in your bed for a year. What prenatal checkup?"

Hudson stepped closer, invading my space just like he used to. He leaned down, his voice a low, teasing rasp against my ear.

"Though, I have to say, youve put on a little weight this year." He let his gaze wander over me with a possessive heat. "It suits you. You look riper. More womanly."

His chest brushed my back, his thumb ghosting over the skin of my neck. A wave of genuine nausea rolled through me, but it wasn't the baby. It was him. I shoved him away with everything I had.

"Dont touch me, Hudson. Get back."

I instinctively shielded my stomach, my other hand trembling as I pointed toward the street.

Hudson stumbled back, looking genuinely shocked. Behind him, Blake and Tatum both frowned, their brows knitting together in synchronized annoyance.

Hudson adjusted his glasses, his tone shifting back to that of a rational adult explaining something to a difficult child.

"The separation was necessary, Norah. It was meant to teach us all how to value you. The test is over. Weve grown. We know how to love you better now."

The other two chimed in like a well-rehearsed choir.

"Hes right. We thought about you every single day," Blake added, his voice dripping with faux-sincerity.

"We had to prove ourselves out there," Tatum said. "It was hard, but it was all so we could stand beside you as equals, not just as your fathers proteges."

I looked at these three menmen my father had raised, mentored, and treated like sonsand felt a profound sense of desolation.

Hudson had been my favorite once. He was the one who, years ago, would drive across three states in a blizzard just to bring me my favorite dessert when I was sad. When I was sick in high school, he stayed up all night outside my door, refusing to sleep until my fever broke.

Blake was the intuitive one; he always knew what I was thinking before I even spoke.

Tatum was the quiet powerhouse, the one who kept the family business running like a Swiss watch. He once looked me in the eye and promised that even if we never married, he would protect me until his last breath.

But after that night at the club, they vanished.

They didn't just leave; they gutted us. They took my fathers proprietary trade secrets and used them to prop up Melanies startup. They leaked confidential files to prove they "didn't need the family name," nearly bankrupting us in the process.

This past year, the company has been a sinking ship in a hurricane. My fathers heart gave out under the stress, landing him in the ICU for months.

I was the one who stood on the deck alone. I was the one who kept the lights on.

Hudson, seeing my silence, pressed forward again. His shadow fell over me, his warm breath fanning across my face.

"That pregnancy comment its just a move to get under our skin, right?" He glanced at my hand, still protective over my belly, and let out a dry chuckle. "If you really want a baby that badly, come to the courthouse with me now. I promise Ill satisfy that craving tonight."

I felt a smirk tug at the corner of my mouth as I looked up at him.

"You really think you're the last man on earth, don't you, Hudson? You think if Im carrying a child, it has to be yours?"

His smile curdled. A flash of genuine rage flickered in his eyes.

"Norah. Watch your mouth."

I met his gaze, my expression icy and provocative. "Im saying you have a wildly inflated sense of self-importance."

He lunged forward, his fingers clamping onto my chin like a vice.

"Weve explained this a dozen times! It was a test! Were back now, aren't we?"

I wrenched my face away from his grip. "A year is a long time, Hudson. It was long enough for me to fire every mole in the company. Long enough to prune my social circle of every 'friend' who betrayed me."

I paused, letting the silence hang. "And it was more than enough time to find a better man for my bed."

"You!"

Hudsons fist clenched, his veins bulging. He looked ready to explode, and I instinctively took a half-step back, shielding my abdomen.

"Are you insane, Norah?" he hissed. "Do you have any idea why we did what we did? We went out there to build empires! We did it so people would know we weren't just some pampered house-pets living off your father's charity! We did it so we could claim you as men who earned you!"

The tension was a physical weight between us, but it was shattered by the shrill ring of Hudsons phone.

He checked the screen and instantly let go of me. He hit speaker.

Melanies voice came through, a high-pitched, hysterical wail.

"Hudson? Blake? Is anyone there? Please, help me! I was at the casino... I won big against some guys, but theyre refusing to pay. Theyre cornering me... theyre trying to pull me into a back room... theyre trying to touch me... Please!"

The three men turned pale. The transformation was instantaneous.

"Melanie, stay calm. Don't let them touch you. Were coming!"

Melanie sobbed out a location, and the three of them turned toward the curb as if pulled by a single string. Before he dove into the car, Hudson shot a look back at me.

"Melanie is fragile, Norah. Her safetyher dignityis on the line. I have to go."

"Well finish this when we get back," Tatum added. "Then we'll decide which one of us is taking you to the courthouse."

I watched their taillights disappear, my hand resting on the slight curve of my stomach. My heart felt like a hollowed-out cavern.

I remembered a night six months ago. My father was still in the hospital. To save the company, I was forced to attend a dinner with a group of predatory investors. They had plied me with drinks, their hands wandering where they didn't belong.

I had locked myself in the restroom, shaking, listening to them pound on the door, laughing, telling me to "be a good girl" and come back out. My dress was torn at the shoulder, my mascara was a ruined mess.

In that moment of pure terror, I had called them.

Tatum didn't pick up. Blake blocked my number after the third ring. On the twentieth try, Hudson finally answered.

In the background, I could hear Melanies melodic, carefree laughter.

I didn't care about the pride then. I just sobbed into the phone. "Hudson, please... help me. Im at the Pierre... these men, they won't let me leave... I'm scared..."

Hudsons voice had been like shards of dry ice.

"Norah, don't use 'safety' as a cheap trick to lure me home. Its pathetic. We gave Melanie our word that we wouldn't see you for a year, and we intend to keep it. Stop embarrassing yourself."

He hung up.

Just as the door was about to give way, just as a greasy hand reached for me, a shadow had fallen over the room. A tall, powerful man had stepped in, draped his heavy cashmere coat over my shoulders, and carried me out of that nightmare.

He was coming home tomorrow.

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The driver dropped me off at the private wing of the hospital. I walked in alone, only to find the last four people on earth I wanted to see clogging the hallway.

Melanie was slumped in a chair, looking "faint," draped artfully across Hudsons lap. Blake was arguing with a nurse about a prescription, and Tatum was carefully blowing on a cup of hot tea for her.

Melanie spotted me instantly. She shrank into Hudsons chest, then looked at me with a look that was pure, unadulterated venom masked by a pout.

"Norah? Oh my god, what a coincidence. Are you here for a checkup too?"

She touched her forehead, playing the victim. "I was so traumatized by those men at the casino. Hudson and the boys were so worried, they insisted on a full physical. But Norah... what are you doing in the Maternity wing? None of the boys have been with you all year."

She let out a gasp that was entirely too loud. "You didn't... you didn't get yourself knocked up by some random guy, did you? Are you trying to trap one of my boys into being a step-daddy for a mistake?"

Blake walked over, clutching a slip of paper, his lip curling in a sneer. "Really, Norah? Melanie is literally shaking from an assault, and youre here playing some disgusting pregnancy angle?"

I stopped in my tracks, looking at the three of them.

"Melanie," I said, my voice cold and clear. "The child in my womb, regardless of who the father is, is the sole heir to the Blackwood estate. But what about you?"

I let my eyes scan the three men surrounding her.

"You spent a whole year 'winning' them. You tore my life apart to get them. And yet, after all that, not one of them has actually put a ring on your finger, have they?"

I leaned in slightly. "Lets call it what it is. Youre not a girlfriend. Youre just their collective hobby."

Melanies fake fragility vanished. Her face twisted.

"How dare you! Hudson, did you hear what she said? Shes so cruel! No wonder you guys left her." She turned her watery eyes back to me. "Even if they love me, its because youre a bitter, cold woman. In a relationship, the one who isn't loved is the real intruder."

I laughed, a sharp, dry sound.

"Are you really bragging about being a three-for-one special, Melanie? Do you need me to draw up a shift schedule for you? It must be exhausting keeping all three of them 'satisfied'."

Melanies face went scarlet. Hudson stood up abruptly, nearly dumping her on the floor.

"Norah, shut your mouth!"

He began wiping Melanies tears with his thumb, glaring at me. "She almost lost her dignity today, and youre standing here insulting her! If you don't apologize to her right now, none of us will ever marry you. Consider your 'test' failed."

Blakes eyes were like daggers. "Youre a disappointment, Norah. Melanie took care of us this year while you were busy being a 'boss.' We finally saw how fake you are. Youre just a spoiled heiress using your father's name to bully people. You don't have a fraction of Melanies heart."

Tatum handed the tea to Melanie, his voice thick with disdain. "Norah, if this pregnancy thing is a joke, its in poor taste. But the way you spoke to her... apologize. Now."

They crowded around her, a wall of masculine aggression. I felt a pang in my throat, but I just smoothed my hand over my stomach.

"If you think shes such a saint," I said, my voice steady, "then marry her. All three of you."

I turned to leave, but Hudsons voice barked out behind me.

"Norah, get back here! Who do you think you're"

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

Headline: [Baby, landing at 7 PM tomorrow. Be home soon.]

Hudson grabbed my wrist just as a doctor stepped out of an exam room. The doctor looked at the chart and then at me.

"Ms. Blackwood? Your results are in."

The doctor smiled professionally. "Everything looks perfect. Youre in excellent health for the second trimester. The baby is thriving."

Before I could speak, the rage on Hudson, Blake, and Tatums faces vanished, replaced by a bizarre, sickening sort of pride.

"Norah... you were actually preparing your body? In secret?"

Hudson stepped closer, his grip on my wrist loosening into a caress. His voice turned sickeningly sweet. "I knew it. I knew that even after a year apart, you were doing this for us. You were getting ready to start our family."

Blake actually smiled. "So thats why you're acting so tough. You wanted to see which one of us would be the best father, didn't you? Trying to secure the 'Blackwood' future before you picked a husband?"

As their attention shifted to me, Melanies face curdled. She gripped the armrests of her chair, her voice wobbling with fresh tears.

"Norah... so you were 'nesting' this whole time? I... I didn't mean to take them away from you today. Its just... those men at the casino... one of them kicked me because I was trying to protect the gift I bought for you. It hurts so much... I think I'm dying..."

The mens eyes snapped back to Melanie. Seeing her "frail" state, Hudsons anger redirected toward me.

"Melanie, stop. You're too good for this world. Even now, you're thinking about a gift for her?"

Blakes face hardened. "Norah, don't think that because you're carrying a child for one of us that you get a free pass. You still owe her an apology."

Melanie sobbed, then looked up at me with a look of feigned sisterly concern.

"Norah, I know you want the ring and the status, but youve hurt these boys. Just bow your head, say you're sorry, and Ill convince them to forgive you. For the sake of the baby."

She sniffled. "Ill help you. Ill tell them you didn't mean it. Just apologize."

Hudson stood there, looking like he was granting me a royal pardon. "Norah, if you want to fix this and move forward with the wedding, do what she says. Apologize."

I looked at these three menthe men my father built from nothing. Once, they were my world. Now, they just smelled like rot.

I let out a soft, mocking hum.

"Do you three actually believe youre that special? That Id spend a year pining for you, preparing my body to bear your 'legacy'?"

I looked them up and down with visceral disgust.

"Im taking care of myself for the sake of my child. As for you three..."

I let my gaze linger on Melanie. "You should stay with her. Honestly. A 'Green Tea' girl and three backstabbing lapdogs? Its a perfect genetic match. Just don't let the offspring out into polite society."

Hudson exploded, reaching for my collar. "Norah, you bitch!"

I stepped back, easily dodging him.

"Melanie, you love picking through the trash, don't you? Well, heres your haul. Keep them."

I didn't look back as I stepped into the elevator.

The next afternoon, I put on my best silk gown. Tonight was the gala at the Pierre, celebrating the return of the head of the Blackwood-Vane conglomerate. Every major player in the city would be there.

I arrived thirty minutes early. As I stepped into the ballroom, I ran straight into the quartet of nightmares.

Hudson, Blake, and Tatum were surrounding Melanie like a palace guard. When they saw me, their faces darkened.

"Norah? You've got to be kidding me." Hudsons eyes were full of loathing. "You actually scammed an invite to a Blackwood-Vane event just to follow us?"

Blake let out a harsh laugh. "The company is circling the drain, and you're here trying to gold-dig? Did you realize we weren't going to cave yesterday, so now you're looking for a new target?"

I ignored them and walked toward the lounge area. My morning sickness was hitting late today, a sharp wave of nausea rolling through my gut. I reached for a table to steady myself and gagged.

Melanies eyes went wide. She let out a piercing, theatrical shriek.

"Oh my god! Norah! Are you... are you actually sick?"

The sound drew the attention of the surrounding elite.

"You really are pregnant!" Melanie cried out, her voice carrying across the room.

Hudson stormed over, grabbing my arm with bruising force. "You make me sick, Norah. That stunt at the hospital wasn't an act? You were actually trying to find a fall-guy?"

"You've got some nerve," Blake spat. "We were gone for a year, and you spent that time jumping into bed with god-knows-who? And now you want to pin the 'bastard' on one of us?"

Tatum waved over a security guard. "Get her out of here. This is a high-profile event. We don't need a woman with this kind of... reputation... ruining the evening."

Melanie played the peacemaker again, her voice dripping with fake pity. "Boys, don't be too hard on her. Shes desperate. Her father is failing, her company is gone... she just wanted to find a rich father for her mistake. Its sad, really."

The whispers started.

"Is that the Blackwood girl? Pregnant and looking for a victim?"

"How scandalous. And she tried to trap those poor men?"

The security guard reached for my shoulder. Hudson gave me a rough shove toward the door.

"Get out. Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

I stumbled, the nausea making my head spin, and I nearly hit the floor.

Suddenly, the heavy double doors of the ballroom swung open. Twenty suited security personnel flooded in, forming a silent, impenetrable corridor.

The room went dead silent.

A deep, velvet voice cut through the air like a blade.

"Who told you that child was a mistake?"