Chapter 1
My fiance Dylan Martinez abandoned me on our wedding day, because his adopted sister threatened to jump off a building.
Facing the mocking stares of our guests, I announced publicly, “Whoever walks up here to marry me now, I’ll wed them!”
Three years later, Dylan returned to The Martinez Family with his adopted sister.
I lounged on the leather sofa sipping tonic while binge-watching dramas.
Dylan glared at my rounded belly, snarling through gritted teeth, “Whose bastard is that?”
I took a leisurely sip before smiling faintly. “This child carries Martinez blood.”
Dylan stormed over, yanking me upright.
“You slut!
I left with Amy during our wedding! Haven’t returned once these three years! How could it possibly be mine?”
I almost laughed. I never claimed it was his. The Martinez men weren’t limited to him alone.
“Of course it’s not yours. You’re unworthy to father child!”
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Amy gasped dramatically. “Elizabeth! Dylan preserved your status as Mrs. Martinez! Let you enjoy luxury here! How dare you disgrace yourself with some bastard?”
My gaze sliced toward her. “Amy, as an adopted daughter seducing your own brother into incest, who’s truly disgraceful here?”
Amy’s voice trembled with feigned hurt. “Dylan! We’ve remained proper these three years! Yet she got
you a cuckold!”
t with another man’s child! Makino
At “cuckold,” Dylan’s palm cracked across my face.
“You whore!
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Not content with your bastard, you dare slander Amy and me? Get out of The Martinez Family!”
Pain exploded across my cheek, leaving me dazed.
Three years ago, Dylan eloped with Amy, abandoning me to public humiliation.
In fury, I’d demanded a replacement groom-Raymond Martinez, Dylan’s uncle, had stepped forward.
Raymond, Philadelphia’s feared Grim Reaper, made everyone grovel before me since our marriage.
During my pregnancy, he’d cherished me like porcelain, forbidding even a hair’s harm.
If Raymond learned Dylan struck me, blood would spill.
To prevent carnage and bless my unborn child, I hissed, “Leave now, and I’ll pretend this never hap- pened.”
Instead, Amy viciously grabbed my hair.
“Dylan! She’s scared! Wants us gone so her bastard can steal everything!”
Dylan spat, “You scheming slut! I won’t let you
succeed!”
Wrenching free, I stated coldly, “The moment you eloped, Aaron Martinez disowned you. Everything here ceased being yours.”
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Amy Martinez gave a light laugh. “That was just Grandpa venting in anger. Dylan is the only grandson of the Martinez family. How could he truly disown him?”
Dylan Martinez wore a smug look. “Grandpa always said everything belongs to me.”
I rested a hand on my belly, my voice icy. “Not anymore. This child in my womb carries Martinez blood too.”
I thought I’d made myself perfectly clear.
Yet Dylan glared at me with fury. “You whore! Trying to pass off that bastard as Martinez heir! I’ll teach you a lesson today!”
His backhand struck my face with brutal force. Clutching my belly, I sprawled on the floor.
Terrified by their twisted expressions, fearing for my baby’s safety, I gasped: “This child isn’t a bastard!
He’s-”
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Before I could finish, Dylan Martinez bent down and grabbed the tonic along with shattered porcelain shards from the floor, shoving them into my mouth.
“While Amy and I suffered these past three years, you’ve been freeloading off the Martinez family with that bastard in your belly!”
“Today, I’ll make sure you eat your fill!”
I choked instantly, unable to speak. Sharp porcelain shards sliced my mouth, filling it with blood.
I raised my hands to resist, only for Amy Martinez’s stiletto heel to crush down on my knuckles.
My entire hand trembled with agony, yet I couldn’t even scream.
After forcing all the tonic on the floor into my mouth, Dylan spat on me, then stood up, dusting his
hands.
Amy shifted her stiletto-clad foot onto my swollen abdomen.
Terror surged through me. I gripped her ankle desperately, preventing her from stomping down.
Raymond Martinez was infertile by nature. This child was the result of three grueling years seeking spe- cialists worldwide.
Amy sneered down at me. “Elizabeth, you look just like a bitch guarding her litter. Pathetic.”
Dylan frowned at my stomach. “If word gets out I’ve been cuckolded, how can I show my face in Philadelphia? Amy, stomp that bastard out!”
I shook my head frantically, spitting out clumps of blockage and blood, gasping, “This child… is Ray- mond Martinez’s…”
Dylan froze, then burst into wild laughter.
“Elizabeth, you lie without blinking! All of Philadelphia knows my uncle shuns women and can’t father children!”
“Right now, I’m the only bloodline left in the Martinez family. Why else would Grandpa force me to marry you to continue the lineage?”
Amy chimed in, “Dylan is the sole heir. Grandpa even froze his accounts to force him back to inherit.”
“You’re delusional, trying to pin this on Uncle Raymond after being exposed.”
Dylan had eloped with Amy for three years without a single call. Aaron Martinez had truly given up, freezing his assets and threatening disownment.
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Seeing their irrational state, I held back arguments.
“I’m not lying. This child is Raymond’s. Call him. He’ll confirm it.”
One hand shielding my belly, I reached for the phone on the table.
Contacting Raymond was our only hope. He’d come for us.
But Dylan snatched the phone mid-reach and smashed it against the floor.
My heart plummeted as the screen shattered.
He gripped my chin. “My uncle’s moods are unpredictable. He’s the Grim Reaper feared by all Philadel- phia.”
“If he learns I couldn’t handle such trivial matters as my own cuckolding, he’ll deem me incompetent. He might withhold the company.”
“Elizabeth… that’s why you wanted to call him, isn’t it?”
I shook my head frantically. “No, I’m carrying—”
Before I could finish, Amy stomped hard with the tip of her shoe against my belly. “Dylan dear, why waste words on this sexually promiscuous woman? Let’s quickly kill the bastard child in her womb so we can claim credit with Grandpa.”
Searing pain shot through my abdomen. Feeling the child frantically squirming inside me, frantic panic surged through me like never before.
I pleaded with them: “Please… spare my child…”
Amy aimed her phone at me. “Get on your knees right now, bark like a dog twice, then admit you’re a promiscuous bitch-then I’ll spare what’s in your belly.”
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