She Forced Me to Test Her Fiancés,Now I'm Carrying the Billionaire's Baby

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The trueborn heiress wanted to find out which marriage candidate was better in bed, so she forced me to sleep with both of them first.

When I refused, my adoptive parents threatened to cut off my mother's medical treatment.

My mother, who was only in a severe vegetative state because she'd pushed the trueborn heiress out of the path of an oncoming truck.

We fed and clothed you for ten years. It's time you paid us back.

And remember, this stays buried. Forever.

They pushed me into the beds of two fianc candidates who'd been drugged with aphrodisiacs.

One was the trueborn heiress's idol: a celebrity race-car driver, stunningly handsome.

The other was the eldest son of the top family in the capital's elite circle. A business prodigy. Deep pockets, deep roots.

Joy Allen was greedy. She wanted the racer's face and body, but she also wanted the heir's wealth and connections.

She couldn't choose, so she shoved the problem onto me.

After two nights worn raw in their beds, I gave her my answer.

Pick Dana Stephens. The racer's gorgeous, but he can't perform.

Joy let go of her obsession and married Dana.

What I didn't expect was that she'd hate married life with him. She found him cold and rough, and she blamed me for costing her happiness.

To punish me, she conspired with my adoptive parents to marry me off to a degenerate.

After the wedding, he beat me. He gave me a disease. In the end, I died in agony.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Joy had asked me to choose her husband.

The pain of rotting alive from the waist down still clung to me like a phantom.

I looked at these so-called family members standing in front of me and realized I had been reborn.

In my last life, my husband's mistress complained I smelled. So he locked me in a storage room. I was dead three days before anyone noticed.

When I didn't speak, Joy splashed a glass of water straight in my face, her voice dripping with impatience.

Talk! Are you mute? Stupid as your useless mother!

Don't think sleeping with them gives you the right to act above me!

They don't even know it happened! To them it was just a dream!

My adoptive parents watched with cold eyes and did nothing to stop her.

For ten years, they'd claimed me as their adopted daughter in public, a debt owed because my mother had saved the trueborn heiress's life.

But behind closed doors, they let Joy torment me. I lived worse than a servant.

The hatred thickened inside me. I opened my mouth.

Pick Logan Bennett. He's the real deal: tall, rich, handsome. Every girl's dream.

Joy's face lit up instantly. She'd always been a devoted fan of Logan's looks.

My adoptive parents were not pleased. Anyone with eyes could see that Dana Stephens, whose family matched the Allens in status, was the smarter match.

What good is a pretty face! Do you have any idea how dangerous racing is as a career?

I will not have my daughter widowed before she's thirty!

Dad, Mom! Stop cursing Logan! I've liked him forever!

When they saw Joy wouldn't budge, my adoptive parents turned their weapons on me instead.

Rachel Dickerson, your mother is still in the hospital. You'd better think carefully about what comes out of your mouth.

My chest tightened. To force me into the premarital compatibility test, they'd moved my mother to a private hospital.

In my last life, I didn't get to see her until she was already dead.

Logan's built like a beanpole. You really think he can match up to someone like Dana Stephens in bed?

Of course he couldn't. The memory of that wild night with Dana rushed back, and heat crept up my face before I could stop it.

Come on, you two are veterans in that department. You know perfectly well it has nothing to do with build.

Patsy smacked Myron on the chest. You eat plenty, and I don't see you performing any miracles.

Myron's expression shifted.

I steeled myself and pressed on.

Besides, Dana Stephens isnot great in that department.

If you care about Joy's pleasure at all, go with Logan.

My adoptive parents dropped the matter quickly after that and arranged the first formal meeting between the two families.

As the Allens' recognized goddaughter, I was naturally expected to attend.

The Bennett family knew about Logan's condition. When they saw a prize like the Allen family offering itself up on a silver platter, they could barely contain their delight.

Logan was still in his racing suit, his looks and presence rivaling any A-list celebrity's.

Joy sat beside him, practically swooning, her voice several shades softer than usual.

What no one expected was that Logan's gaze kept drifting toward me.

Rachel Dickerson? Have I seen you somewhere before?

I thought of my previous lifehow he'd been dosed with that lust drug, how he'd grabbed me and kissed me all over the place without the faintest idea what he was doing.

Under the table, Joy kicked me hard. Her voice turned to ice.

My godsister Rachel is a housekeeper's daughter. Completely uncultured. How could she possibly have crossed paths with someone like you, Logan?

One sentence dragged me to the bottom. The Bennett family's eyes turned openly disdainful.

Logan looked away too and didn't spare me another glance.

The moment we got home, Joy came for me in full.

Do you have any idea what kind of man Logan is? Someone like you doesn't even get to dream.

She dragged out every piece of winter clothing she owned.

I'm about to marry Logan and move into the new house. Every last one of these gets hand-washed!

My adoptive parents just smiled and waved the servants away when they tried to help.

After more than a decade living under the Allens' roof, I was long used to this family's ingratitude.

What gutted me was that my mother had nearly died saving this demon.

In my previous life, not long after I was forced to marry that playboy, my mother passed away.

This time around, all I wanted was to protect her and make every last one of them pay.

Joy pushed things along at breakneck speed. Within a month, the wedding took place.

My nerves were wound tight through the whole ceremony. On their wedding night, Logan's condition would inevitably come to light.

But I still hadn't found out where they were keeping my mother. When that moment came, I had no idea how I'd handle the fallout.

Lost in thought, I didn't notice someone sit down beside me.

You're the one who went behind my back and said I wasn't up to itgot me passed over for that useless pretty face?

My heart slammed against my ribs. I looked up at the man next to me.

Dana Stephens. At the wedding. I never expected him to show.

Dana was the type who responded to softness, never force. I kept my voice calm and careful.

Mr. Stephens, you've got it wrong. I'm just the Allens' unfavored goddaughterhow would I have any say in the young lady's marriage?

His eyes went cold. Without warning, his fingers reached out and traced my earlobe.

Drop the act. Whether I'm up to it or notyou'd know, wouldn't you?

A jolt ran through my entire body.

Nothing on me was more sensitive than my earlobes.

My adoptive parents had given both men that drug specifically to erase every memory of that night.

So why did Dana still remember?

My phone buzzed at exactly the right moment. It was Joy.

Get to the dressing room.

Inside the dressing room, Joy jabbed a finger in my face.

What, you couldn't seduce my husband, so now you're throwing yourself at Dana Stephens?

Do you actually think you're some Allen family heiress?

Born trash. A whore who's been in two men's beds. You're never going to have a decent matchnot in this life!

Pull another stunt like that and I'll have Mom and Dad marry you off to that worthless youngest son of the Matthews family!

I was shaking. Because I knew exactly who she meant.

Earl Matthews. The man directly responsible for my death in my previous life.

And in that moment, it finally hit me with total clarity: no matter what I did, Joy would find a reason to come after me.

If I'd been reborn, I had to carve out a way to survive on my own.

My hand drifted to my stomach. Maybe Dana Stephens, the man from that one night, was the turning point I needed.

The morning after the wedding, my adoptive parents and I were still at the breakfast table when Joy stormed in.

She didn't even bother changing out of her nightgown before storming over and slapping me across the face.

Rachel Dickerson! You lied to me! Logan wouldn't even touch me last night!

Eveneven in a sexy nightgown, he couldn't be bothered to look at me!

My adoptive parents clapped their hands over their five-year-old son's ears and snapped

Joy! Your brother is right here! What kind of nonsense are you spouting?

Joy had to be shaken to her core to come apart like this.

But since his condition still hadn't been exposed, I offered an excuse

Yesterday's wedding was exhausting. Logan was probably just tired.

Joy slammed the table and shot back

Don't give me that! You told me yourselfthe night of the premarital compatibility test, he was all over you!

Her eyes raked over me with open disgust.

Look at you. No figure, no faceyou're a nobody. How could Logan want you and not me?

An idea clicked into place, and I answered quickly

I think I know why. Were you too forward with him?

What's that supposed to mean?

After that night, I figured out that Logan likes being in control. He doesn't like it when the woman takes the lead.

Joy's expression softened immediately. She grabbed my hand and sat down beside me.

There's my sweet sister. Now tell me everything that happened between you two that night.

She grilled me for a full hour before she was willing to leave.

On her way out, she told my adoptive parents to keep a close eye on me.

Clearly, until she managed to get Logan into bed, she wasn't going to let me out of her sight.

From that point on, the Allens kept me under house arrest.

One day, passing by my adoptive parents' bedroom, I overheard them discussing plans to marry me off to Earl Matthews.

I stood frozen outside the door, shaking from head to toe.

I'd been given a second chance at life, and they were still determined to hand me over to that monster.

I decided to take a gamble and sent Dana a message.

It sank like a stone. I wasn't even sure the person on the other end was really him.

Two days later, Joy came home with a coy flush on her cheeks.

Logan and I finally did it. It's just that

Relief loosened something in my chest, but the question followed immediatelyLogan couldn't perform, so how had he pulled it off?

He insisted on turning off every single light before he'd get close to me.

And the whole experience felt uncomfortable.

I had a sinking suspicionLogan must have relied on something other than himself.

Everyone has their quirks. You should try to be more understanding of Logan.

Suspicion flickered in her eyes.

I was going to suggest something different, but then I remembered what you said about him not liking it when the woman takes charge.

Watching her tiptoe around a man who couldn't even perform, all I felt was the urge to laugh.

Just then, my adoptive parents' phone rang.

After the call, their displeased gazes landed on me.

Dana Stephens has been making big moves lately. He acquired several jewelry companies and is throwing a celebration banquet. The Allen family is invited.

And before CEO Stephens hung up, he specifically insisted that Rachel Dickerson be there.

My heart leapt. Dana had seen my message, and this was his answer.

A second later, Joy slapped me again.

You slut! Did you tell Dana Stephens you slept with him? Is that why he's looking out for you?

You're bringing shame on this entire family!

I'm calling him right now and telling him exactly what kind of woman you are! You didn't just sleep with himyou were messing around with my husband too!

I pressed my hand to my stinging cheek and kept my voice steady

Calm down, Joy. If I'd told Dana about the premarital compatibility test, he'd be humiliatedfurious. He'd never invite us anywhere.

But if you call him now and lay it all out yourself? You hand him a reason to cut the Allen family off for good.

Her adoptive parents heard enough and turned to Joy.

The Stephens family and ours are already on bad terms over the marriage alliance.

They're finally extending an olive branchJoy, just let it go.

Joy stopped mid-dial, seething.

That little tramp is not marrying Dana Stephens! She doesn't deserve it!

Ice spread through my chest. She couldn't stand to see anything good happen to me.

My adoptive parents didn't even lower their voices. They soothed Joy right in front of me.

She won't. Didn't we agree to marry her off to Earl?

Don't worry. It's already in motion.

Earl's name hit me like a knife to the throat. My voice came out cold.

What gives you the right to decide who I marry?

They looked at me as though the answer were obvious.

We're your parents. You've freeloaded off this family for ten years!

Joy beamed, watching me choke on it.

The Matthews family is old money! A maid's bastard like youmarrying Earl would be the luck of three lifetimes!

When I still refused to bend, my adoptive parents dropped their voices to something colder.

Rachel. Your mother has been bedridden for ten years. Millions spent. She's bled the Allen family dry.

If you won't marry, we can't keep funding her treatment.

I swallowed every word I wanted to throw back. No point fighting people like this when they hold all the cards.

The day of the banquet, Joy arrived with Logan on her arm.

Not a single heiress in the room spared Logan a second glance. Every pair of eyes drifted, soft and longing, toward Dana.

A man like CEO Stephenshow is he still single?

Don't even start. Miss Allen turned him down for that scrawny little race-car driver. Truly stupid.

What was she thinking? CEO Stephens is young, accomplished, and outclasses the racer in every way!

Plus the racer looks so pretty it's almost feminine. Honestly, he looks gay

Joy was livid, but she couldn't make a scene in front of the whole room.

Logan, unbothered, fell straight into old habits, trading flirtatious looks with a pretty server.

Joy became more convinced than ever that I was behind all of it. She dug a bottle of milk out of her bag and held it out to me.

Your stomach's always been weak, and you've had so much to drink tonight.

Have some milkit'll help your stomach.

The second I saw the label on that bottle, I was on my feet before I could think.

In my last life, she'd used the exact same excuse, made me drink it right there in front of everyone. Minutes later the room was spinning, heat crawling under my skin, and someone steered me to a private lounge where Earl was already inside. Joy had rounded up a crowd of elite sons and daughters to watch.

After that day I was ruined. The Matthews family despised me for it, looked the other way every time Earl beat me after the wedding, and muttered behind my back that I'd brought it on myself.

I hadn't expected Joy to move even faster this time around.

She already regretted marrying Logan, it seemed.

I pushed the milk away with a light smile.

I'm fine, thanks.

Joy's expression went flat. Then she tipped the bottle and splashed the milk straight onto me.

Oh no, Rachel, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!

The liquid had a strange, cloying sweetness to it, soaking through my clothes and into my skin.

Dizziness hit me almost instantly. Every alarm in my head went off at once.

She stood and caught my arm as if steadying me, her lips brushing my ear.

You think not drinking it would save you? This is the Allen family's newest little knockout drugabsorbs right through the skin, and it hits hard.

Just like my last life, she steered me toward the private lounge.

Joy returned to the banquet hall looking like she'd won the lottery.

Half an hour later, she let out a carefully rehearsed scream.

What's wrong, Miss Allen?

Mymy sister is in the private lounge with young Mr. Matthewsdoing that!

The words landed like a thunderclap in the middle of a quiet room.

People immediately moved toward the lounge. Joy made a show of blocking the way, but her flailing only herded more of them forward.

The whole walk there, she painted me as some kind of deviant.

Even as the lounge door swung open, she was still going.

I failed her. I should have kept a closer eye on my sister.

The crowd chimed inWhat do you expect? A housekeeper's brat was never fit for polite company.

The door opened, and what was inside stopped everyone cold.

Joy's jaw nearly hit the floor. She stammered

Howhow is it you two?!