My Cheating Fiance Killed Our Baby for My Adopted Sister

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On my birthday, I received a jewelry box thinking it was the wedding band Yohan promised but inside rested a sleek silver flash drive.

I plugged it into my laptop, only to find a recording of an intimate moment between my fianc and my adopted sister, Diana.

The camera had been propped up on a vanity in a dim hotel suite. On the screen, Yohan had Diana pressed against the edge of a mahogany desk, his hands tangled in her hair as he kissed her passionately. His breathing was heavy, the rustle of their clothing loud in the quiet room.

Yohan Diana whispered, her voice breathy and flushed, her fingers pulling desperately at the collar of his shirt.

Yohan let out a low, rough groan. He leaned in closer, his lips trailing down her jaw to brush against the sensitive skin of her neck.

Youre so beautiful, he murmured. I cant get enough of you.

The video continued as I stared blankly.

A year ago, I would have called him crying, begging him to explain, risking my own health just to get him to come back.

But today, with my eight-month pregnant belly resting against my lap, I simply watched the screen go dark.

I didnt feel even the smallest shift inside.

I was truly worn out with him cheating on me for the 99th time.

I decided to pack my hospital bag, so I could leave him. But the moment I pushed the nursery door open, I froze on the spot.

The room was in chaos. The drawers were pulled open. The delicate baby clothes I had spent the last five months carefully knitting stitch by stitch were completely gone.

A loud ringing filled my ears. I pulled out my phone and opened Dianas social media, scrolling through her recent posts.

There it was. Dianas golden retriever was wearing the tiny, pale yellow sweater I had knitted for my baby.

The caption read: [Was feeling a little down today, but Yohan always knows how to cheer me up. He brought the cutest little outfits for my dog!]

My nails pressed into my palm, the small pain spreading slowly, barely keeping me alert.

The front door clicked open.

Yohan walked in.

I thought you would be calling me crying right now, Yohan chuckled, walking over to try and touch my hair. What happened, little crybaby suddenly switched personality? You saw the flash drive, didnt you?

I stepped back, avoiding his hand.

Yohan, my voice scraped out of my throat with effort. Why did you hand the clothes I knitted for our baby to Dianas dog?

Can you stop making such a big deal out of nothing? he sighed.

Nothing? I stared at him, my voice shaking. Those were for our child!

Diana was upset today, Yohan said dismissively, walking past me to pour himself a glass of water. She needed cheering up. I saw those clothes lying around and took them. Whats the issue?

Besides, those handmade things look cheap anyway. Theyre worn-out trash fit for a dog. When the baby comes, Ill buy brand-name clothes. Why are you being so narrow-minded over a few pieces of yarn?

I looked at the man I had loved for years. The man who had once knelt on the ground to listen to my belly, promising to give our child the best in the world.

You gave our childs things to your mistresss dog, I said calmly.

Mistress? Yohans face darkened completely. He slammed his glass down on the counter. Diana is your sister! Shes fragile, and she relies on me. Youve been entirely unwelcoming to her since she moved back to the city.

He pointed a finger at me, his tone carrying a set rule that allowed no pushback.

I want you to call her right now and apologize for your attitude. If you dont, dont expect me to be at the hospital when you deliver.

In that moment, the baby in my belly went still, and the heart in my chest went quiet too.

You dont need to be there, I said.

Yohan frowned. What did you say?

I didnt answer him. I turned around, picked up my phone, and dialed a number I rarely called.

Dad, I said the moment the line connected. Come pick me up. I want to go home.

My parents, the heads of the billionaire Lancaster empire, had never approved of Yohan. I had hidden my identity to be with him, wanting a simple life.

Were on our way, Lily, my fathers steady voice came through. Pack nothing. We will buy you everything new.

I hung up.

Yohan let out a cold, short laugh. Calling your parents to scare me? Fine. Lets see how long you last before you come begging me to take you back.

He grabbed his car keys and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Half an hour later, my parents understated black sedan pulled up to the driveway. I walked out of that house with nothing but the clothes on my back.

Are you okay, sweetheart? my mother asked, her eyes red with worry as she helped me into the backseat.

Im fine, Mom. Lets just go.

The car rolled off the main road, heading toward the highway.

But we hadnt even been driving for ten minutes when an unfamiliar, battered van appeared in the rearview mirror.

At first, I didnt think anything of it. Until the van suddenly sped up out of nowhere and swerved hard toward us, slamming into our rear bumper.

Hold on! my father shouted, hitting the gas.

The van accelerated, pulling up alongside us. The tinted passenger window rolled down.

I recognized the man leaning out. It was Dianas older brother, a man with a long criminal record.

Pull over! he yelled over the rushing wind, his face twisted with malice. Diana wants that baby gone, Lily! Youre standing in her way!

Dad, dont stop! Hes trying to hurt the baby! I cried out, wrapping my arms protectively around my stomach.

My father swerved into the next lane, trying to shake the van off. The tires screeched against the asphalt. We were approaching a major intersection. The light was green for us.

Were almost at the police station, just hold on! my father yelled.

We entered the intersection.

Suddenly, a blinding pair of headlights flashed from the right.

It was Yohans car but Yohan wasnt driving.

Through the windshield, illuminated by the streetlights, I saw Dianas face behind the wheel.

The metallic crunch of the collision was the loudest sound I had ever heard.

Smoke filled the cabin. The heavy scent of gasoline mixed with the sharp, metallic tang of blood.

"Mom Dad" I choked out, my voice barely a whisper.

In the front seats, my parents were slumped forward, completely motionless against the crushed dashboard. Blood dripped steadily from my father's forehead, pooling on the shattered glass below.

A sharp, tearing pain ripped through my abdomen. With trembling, blood-slicked fingers, I fumbled for my phone in the wreckage. I dialed Yohans number.

Ring. Ring. Voicemail.

I dialed again as I lay trapped in the crushed backseat, bleeding out, but not a single answer.

Through the shattered window, I saw Diana stumble out of the car she had used to ram us.

Tires screeched to a halt nearby. A black SUV pulled up, and Yohan jumped out.

"Yohan" I gasped, reaching a bloodied hand toward the broken window. "Help"

But Yohan didnt even look at our crushed car. He ran straight to Diana.

Diana immediately crumpled into his arms, hyperventilating, playing the fragile victim perfectly.

"Yohan! I was so scared," she sobbed, clutching his shirt, burying her face in his chest. "My chest hurts I couldn't breathe, I lost control of the wheel"

"It's okay, I'm here," Yohan said, his voice frantic with worry. He stroked her hair, checking her for injuries.

I stared at them, my vision blurring from the pain and the sheer absurdity of the scene.

My parents were bleeding out. I was trapped, going into premature labor. And my fianc was comforting the woman who had just intentionally T-boned us.

"Yohan!" I screamed, the effort tearing at my throat and sending another wave of agonizing pain through my belly.

He finally turned his head.

His eyes swept over the mangled metal, over my blood-soaked dress. But there was no panic in his eyes. Only a flash of cold irritation.

"Stop screaming, Lily," he demanded. "Diana is having a panic attack. I have to get her to a private clinic before the press arrives and makes a mess of this."

"My parents aren't waking up," I begged, throwing away all my pride. "The baby please. Save us."

"The ambulance will be here soon. Stop being so dramatic."

Without another word, he turned his back on me. He guided Diana into the SUV, treating her like she was made of fragile glass.

He drove away, leaving me to the wreckage and the cold night.

I didn't know how long I waited until the paramedics finally cut me out. The ambulance ride was a blur of sirens and agonizing pain.

Under the harsh white lights of the hospital, chaos erupted.

"Pregnant female, heavy trauma, early labor!" a doctor shouted as they wheeled my stretcher through the doors. "She's hemorrhaging! Prep the OR for an emergency C-section immediately!"

"What about the older couple?" a nurse asked urgently.

"Severe head trauma. Put them on life support in the ICU, now!"

I was pushed down the sterile hallway, my vision fading in and out.

Every second felt like my life was draining away.

But as we neared the operating room, the stretcher jerked to a sudden halt.

Yohan stood blocking the double doors. Two of his massive bodyguards stood beside him, physically pushing the medical staff back.

"Mr. Payne, you need to move!" the lead doctor yelled, his face pale with panic. "She is bleeding out. We lose her and the baby if we don't operate right now!"

"Nobody goes in until she signs this," Yohan said coldly.

Through the haze of pain, I forced my eyes to focus on the bold letters at the top.

Letter of Forgiveness and Legal Assumption of Fault.

"Sign it," Yohan commanded, his voice devoid of any warmth. "You will state that your father was driving recklessly and caused the crash. You will take full legal responsibility."

"She she T-boned us on purpose," I rasped, tasting blood in my mouth. "She tried to kill my baby."

"Diana made a mistake," Yohan said impatiently. "But if the police investigate, she could go to prison. I won't allow that."

"Move out of the way!" the doctor pleaded, trying to push past, but the bodyguards shoved him hard against the wall.

"I won't sign it," I whispered, clutching my stomach. "Let me die, then."

Yohan's expression didn't change. He simply pulled out his phone, tapped the screen, and held it in front of my face.

It was a live security feed.

I saw my parents lying in hospital beds, tubes down their throats, the rhythmic rise and fall of the ventilators keeping them alive.

Standing right next to the machines were two more of Yohan's men.

"Sign it, Lily," Yohan said, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "Or I make one phone call, and they pull the plug right now."

My breath hitched. "You wouldn't"

"Diana is pregnant with my son," Yohan stated, delivering the final, crushing blow. "Her reputation matters more than your pride. My heir cannot have a mother with a criminal record."

My son.

The words echoed in my ears.

I looked at the screen. My parents, who had warned me about him, who had rushed to save me tonight, were now his hostages.

"Fetal heart rate is dropping!" a nurse cried out.

"Give me the pen," I choked out, tears finally spilling over, mixing with the dirt and blood on my face.

Yohan handed me a sleek, silver pen. He didn't even flinch as my trembling, blood-slicked fingers grasped it.

I pressed the pen to the paper. My blood smeared across the crisp white page, staining the words as I signed my name.

I traded the truth for the lives of my parents and my baby.

Yohan snatched the paper back, inspecting the signature with a satisfied nod.

"Good girl," he said softly. He stepped aside, waving his bodyguards away. "You can take her in now."

The doctor stood by my bed, his face pale and defeated. He couldn't meet my eyes.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered with a trembling voice. "The delay... the hemorrhaging was simply too severe. We couldn't save the baby."

The tears had completely dried up in that hallway.

I just stared at the ceiling. My baby was gone. The tiny life I had protected for eight months, the child I had knitted sweaters for, stolen because Yohan needed a signature to protect his mistress.

I reached over and ripped the IV from my arm. Blood dripped down my wrist, but I didn't feel it. I dragged my broken, bleeding body out of the bed.

I leaned against the cold walls of the corridor, leaving a faint trail of red on the white tiles. I had to find him.

I found them in the VIP maternity suite at the end of the hall.

The door was slightly ajar. Inside, the room was filled with expensive flowers and balloons. Diana was sitting up in a plush bed, holding a newborn baby wrapped in a blue blanket.

How did she deliver such suddenly? Is she even due?

"Look at him," Diana cooed, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Say hi to DaDa."

"DaDa's right here," Yohan whispered.

I pushed the door open. It hit the wall with a dull thud.

They both looked up. Yohans smile vanished instantly, replaced by that familiar, cold irritation.

"What are you doing out of bed?" he demanded, stepping in front of Diana to shield her from my sight.

"My baby is dead," I said. My voice was completely flat, devoid of any human emotion. "Our child just died, Yohan. Because you blocked the door."

Diana let out a small, theatrical gasp and clutched the fake baby closer. "Yohan, she's scaring me," she whimpered.

Yohan rolled his eyes, letting out a heavy, impatient sigh.

"We were never meant to have that baby, Lily," he stated coldly. "It was weak. Now go back to your room and stop causing a scene. Don't upset Diana. She just gave birth to my son."

Before I could speak, rapid footsteps echoed down the hall.

A nurse rushed into the room, her face frantic, her chest heaving.

"Miss Lancaster!" she gasped, looking at me. "It's your parents. They... they've flatlined. Both of them."

The room went dead silent.

I stared at the nurse, my brain refusing to process the words.

"What?" I choked out.

"The ventilators," the nurse stammered, tears in her eyes. "They were turned off."

I slowly turned my head to look at Yohan.

He didn't look surprised. He didn't even look guilty. He just casually adjusted his cuffs.

"I ordered my men to unplug them," he admitted.

My breath stopped. "I signed the paper," I whispered. "You promised."

"Diana was having nightmares," Yohan said, glancing back at her with a protective look. "She was terrified they might wake up one day and try to sue her for the crash. I couldn't have my new family living in fear. I had to protect them."

My soul shattered completely.

There was no pain left. Just a cold, bottomless abyss.

I just turned around and walked out of the room.

I walked past the nurses, past the security guards, out into the cold night air of the hospital courtyard. I pulled out my blood-stained phone.

I dialed a number I had memorized years ago but never dared to call.

He picked up on the first ring.

"Lily," Jackson's deep, gravelly voice came through the line.

The ruthless American billionaire. The corporate raider who had loved me since we were teenagers, the man I had rejected for a simple life with Yohan.

"Jackson," I said, my voice empty. "I have nothing left."

"Where are you?" he asked. No questions. No hesitation.

"City General."

"Give me ten minutes."

Exactly ten minutes later, the roar of engines shattered the quiet night.

A fleet of armored black SUVs surrounded the hospital entrance. Dozens of men in tactical gear poured out, securing the perimeter.

The door of the lead vehicle opened.

Jackson stepped out. He was dressed in a sharp black suit, his eyes dark and lethal as they locked onto my blood-soaked gown.

He didn't say a word. He just walked up to me, took off his coat, and wrapped it around my freezing shoulders. He lifted me into his arms.

"They took everything," I whispered against his chest.

Jackson's jaw tightened, a terrifying, cold fury radiating from him.

"Then we will take their lives," he promised.

I stood at the top of the grand staircase, a glass of vintage champagne in my hand, looking down at my empire.

The Lancaster estate was ablaze with light. Hundreds of the city's elite mingled in the ballroom below, raising their glasses, all here to celebrate me.

It had been exactly one month since the crash.

Tonight was the one-month milestone of my newborn son, but more importantly, it was the night I officially assumed executive control of the Lancaster Empire after Lily thought she could hid her wealth to me.

Diana leaned against my side, wearing a stunning designer gown and a diamond necklace that used to belong to Lilys mother. She looked perfect.

"Our plan worked perfectly," I whispered smugly.

Diana giggled, taking a sip of her champagne. "Are you sure Lily won't cause trouble? What if she gets out?"

"Lily? I paid those doctors enough to keep her locked in that high-security, remote psychiatric ward forever. Shes officially declared 'insane from grief.' She can never contest my proxy over her family's wealth. Shes a ghost, Diana. She doesn't exist anymore."

Drunk on the champagne and the intoxicating rush of absolute power, I felt a familiar heat rise in my blood.

I didn't want to share Diana with these guests anymore.

I took her hand and pulled her away from the crowded ballroom.

We slipped upstairs, walking straight into the master suitethe massive, opulent room that used to belong to Lily's parents.

I kicked the heavy mahogany doors shut and locked them.

We fell onto the king-sized bed. I pulled Diana underneath me, kissing her deeply. My hands roamed her body, greedy and possessive.

"You're brilliant," I murmured against her neck, feeling the cold diamonds of the stolen necklace against my lips. "It's all ours now. The empire, the house, the future. No one can touch us."

Diana arched into my touch, her fingers digging into my back. "Make me the lady of the house, Yohan."

"You already are," I groaned.

Just as I reached for the zipper of her dress, a deafening crash shattered the quiet of the room.

The heavy mahogany doors were violently kicked open, the thick wood splintering and cracking off the hinges.

Diana screamed. We scrambled backward on the bed in absolute shock, pulling the silk sheets up to our chests.

I expected the police. But the men pouring into the room wore the sleek black uniforms of the Lancaster estate's elite private security and senior staff.

The very people I now commanded.

"What the hell is this?!" I roared, my face burning with fury. I jumped off the bed, pointing a finger at the captain. "Get out! I am your boss! I'll fire every single one of you!"

The security team remained terrifyingly silent. They completely ignored my threats.

Two massive guards stepped forward and grabbed me by the arms. Two others seized Diana.

"Take your hands off me!" Diana shrieked, kicking and thrashing wildly.

"Do you know who I am?!" I bellowed, trying to throw a punch at the nearest guard. "I am the CEO!"

The guard didn't even flinch. He easily dodged my fist and slammed his knee into my stomach. The air rushed out of my lungs, and I doubled over, gasping in pain.

"Strip them," the head of security ordered coldly. "Everything bought with Lancaster money stays here."

"No! Wait!" I choked out.

They showed zero mercy. They ripped my custom-tailored suit jacket right off my back. They grabbed the collar of my expensive silk shirt and tore it down the middle, leaving me in nothing but my boxers.

Beside me, Diana screamed hysterically as a guard grabbed the diamond necklace and yanked it straight off her neck.

The clasp snapped, leaving a red mark on her skin. They tore her designer gown right off her body, leaving her completely exposed and shivering in her undergarments.

"You can't do this!" I screamed, panic finally clawing at my throat. "I'll have you all arrested!"

They didn't answer. They just dragged us out.

Naked, terrified, and clutching whatever scraps of fabric we could hold onto, Diana and I were hauled out of the bedroom and forced toward the grand staircase.

"No, please, not down there!" Diana sobbed, trying to hide her face.

The guards shoved us forward. We stumbled down the sweeping marble steps.

The orchestra stopped abruptly. The chatter died instantly.

Hundreds of wealthy guests turned and stared in absolute shock. I felt the blood drain from my face. The new CEO and his mistress were being paraded through the ballroom in total humiliation.

Cell phones came out. Flashes went off.

"Help me!" I screamed at the crowd, my voice cracking.

"Call the police! I am the master of this house!"

No one moved. The elite guests just watched in disgusted, stunned silence.

The head of the Lancaster staff stepped up behind me and shoved me hard toward the exit.

"You own nothing," his voice was ice-cold, echoing through the silent room. "A new owner will come home soon."

Before I could process his words, the guards dragged us through the foyer and literally threw us out the front doors.

We crashed hard into the freezing, wet dirt of the driveway.

The heavy front doors slammed shut behind us, locking us out.

The cold night wind hit my bare skin like a whip. Diana sobbed hysterically in the mud beside me, her bare knees and elbows scraped and bleeding.

I scrambled on the ground, shivering violently, trying to cover myself with my bare hands, my pride completely shattered.

Suddenly, a pair of blinding headlights cut through the darkness of the estate gates.

I shielded my eyes from the headlights, trembling uncontrollably in the cold mud.

"Who is it?" I yelled. "Who's in there?!"

Slowly, the tinted back window began to roll down.

My breath caught in my throat. My heart stopped completely.

Sitting in the back of the luxury cabin, illuminated by the soft ambient light, was Lily.

Not the broken, bleeding woman I had abandoned in the hospital corridor. Not the hysterical, grieving mother I had paid doctors to lock away in a remote, high-security psychiatric ward.

She was dressed impeccably in a tailored, razor-sharp black suit. Her hair was perfectly styled, her posture rigid and commanding. She looked down at me like I was an insect.

And sitting right beside her, his arm resting casually behind her seat, was Jackson Russo. The ruthless American billionaire corporate raider.

My mind violently short-circuited.

"Lily?" I choked out, my teeth chattering uncontrollably. "How... how are you out? I had you committed!"

Lily didn't even blink. Her eyes were empty, completely devoid of the love and warmth she used to shower me with.

"You thought a few bribed doctors could hold the true Lancaster heir?" Jacksons deep, gravelly voice cut through the freezing night air. He leaned forward, his dark eyes locking onto mine with lethal intent. "You stole a proxy, Yohan. You didn't steal the bloodline. And you certainly didn't account for me."

The true Lancaster heir.

The realization hit me like a physical blow. I had spent years thinking Lily was just a wealthy girl whose parents' company I could easily usurp once they were out of the picture.

I thought my forged proxy was ironclad. But with Jackson backing her, my forged documents were nothing but toilet paper.

"Lily, please!" Diana shrieked from the mud beside me, crawling toward the car on her bare knees. "Tell them to stop! I'm your sister! I just had a baby!"

Lilys gaze shifted to Diana. The temperature in the air seemed to drop another ten degrees.

"My sister died the night you murdered my parents and my child," Lily said, her voice a flat, terrifying monotone.

"Lily, be reasonable!" I scrambled forward, the wet dirt caking my bare chest and boxers. "We can make a deal! I still have the shares! I'm the father of"

"You have nothing," Jackson interrupted smoothly. He snapped his fingers.

The doors of the black SUVs behind the Maybach swung open. A dozen heavily armed men stepped out into the driveway.

I flinched, throwing my arms over my head, expecting a bullet. Expecting them to end it right here.

But they didn't draw their weapons. Instead, one of the guards walked up and threw a bundle of shredded, muddy fabric directly into my face.

It was my ruined dress pants, the ones they had ripped off me in the master suite.

"We aren't going to kill you, Yohan," Jackson said, a cruel, predatory smile forming on his lips. "Death is too quick. Too easy."

Lily finally looked back at me. "You took my family. I am going to take every single breath of your future. Your nightmare has just begun."

The Maybach door opened.

Jackson stepped out first, extending a hand. Lily placed her hand in his and stepped out onto the gravel. She didn't look back at us again.

Flanked by Jacksons private army, Lily walked up the grand steps of the Lancaster estate. The massive front doors opened.

The senior staff, the guards, the very people who had just thrown me out, all bowed their heads in deep respect as she crossed the threshold.

The heavy doors slammed shut, echoing like a gunshot in the quiet night.

The Maybach and the SUVs seamlessly backed down the driveway, the iron gates locking automatically behind them.

We were completely alone in the freezing dark.

"Yohan, do something!" Diana sobbed hysterically, shivering in her underwear, her arms wrapped around herself. "Call someone! Call your lawyers!"

"Shut up!" I snapped, my entire body shaking violently from the cold and the sheer shock. "My lawyers are useless against Jackson Russo! We have nothing!"

I grabbed the shredded remains of my dress pants from the mud, desperately trying to wrap the ruined fabric around my freezing shoulders for warmth.

As I pulled the fabric tight, my frozen fingers brushed against something stiff inside the torn pocket.

I paused. I dug my hand into the silk lining.

It was a crumpled, folded piece of paper.

My brows furrowed. I hadn't put anything in my pockets before the banquet. Diana had been wearing my jacket earlier in the evening, slipping her hands into my pockets to keep warm on the balcony.

With trembling hands, I unfolded the paper, holding it up to the dim, yellow light of the streetlamps filtering through the estate gates.

It was a printed email. A bank transfer confirmation and a direct message thread.

My eyes scanned the words, my blood running colder than the freezing mud beneath my feet.

Target confirmed. The Lancaster car is on Route 9. I will hit them at the intersection. Wire the remaining $500,000 to my offshore account immediately after the crash.

The sender was Diana's brother.

The recipient was Diana.

Make sure Lily doesn't survive, Diana's printed reply read. I need Yohan to myself. If the parents die too, the empire is ours.

I stopped breathing.

Diana had told me she lost control of the wheel. She had cried in my arms, swearing she was terrified, swearing it was an accident.

I had blackmailed Lily, murdered her parents, and let my own unborn child die to protect Diana from going to prison for a "mistake."

I slowly turned my head to look at the woman shivering in the mud beside me. The fragile, innocent victim I had burned my entire life to the ground for.

Diana looked back at me, her mascara running down her face. "Yohan? What is it? What are you looking at?"

My fingers crushed the paper. A new, terrifying rage ignited in my chest.