Synopsis:

Upon discovering my pregnancy, an inexplicable sense of trepidation washed over me. As I stood there, clutching the test report in trembling hands, I inadvertently caught a glimpse into the twisted machinations of Denzel Evans' mind. "This idiot is still riding that pregnancy high, completely clueless we swapped her IVF embryo. "Honestly, she's just a fancy incubator for Jenny's kid. If it weren't for Jenny freaking out about the whole childbirth thing, I would've kicked this pathetic woman to the curb ages ago. Just looking at her makes my blood boil. "Once she pops that baby out, I'll make damn sure she never gets off that operating table. Then I can finally tie the knot with my Jenny." As these loathsome thoughts reverberated in my mind, my vision blurred with a mixture of disbelief and despair. The IVF test report crumpled in my grip, mirroring the fracturing of my naive hopes and dreams. Denzel's visage loomed before me, a mask of tender affection plastered across his features. "Alright, babe, let's head home. Over the next few months, I'm gonna take care of you and the little one, no doubt about it. I've got your back, every step of the way. Don't you worry, you're in good hands," he cooed, his voice dripping with insincere warmth. Simultaneously, his true intentions reverberated in my consciousness. "I'll throw that pathetic woman in a dog cage and just sit back, watching her flail around trying to escape her fate. It's gonna be hilarious!" Shock and sorrow intertwined within me, threatening to consume my very being. The realization that Jenny, the target of Denzel's depraved desires, was none other than my own sister, tore through me like a jagged blade.

Catalogue:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5
• Chapter 6
• Chapter 7
• Chapter 8