A Betrayal Between My Husband And My Sister
Evelyn's betrayal of her own sister ends up revealing a shocking truth.
Evelyn is pregnant with David's child-David, who is Steffy's husband, and Steffy is Evelyn's older sister. Confident that she will become the heir to the Willson family fortune, Evelyn secretly conducts a DNA test on Steffy and Hendri Willson.
But is the result of that DNA test truly valid? And what truth will ultimately come to light-one so shocking that it leaves everyone stunned?
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Chapter 1
"So, when are you going to leave that woman? What are you still waiting for? Steffy can't even get pregnant. And she's not even a biological daughter of the Willson family!"
The voice was loud and confident, pushing David to finally abandon Steffy-the wife he had been married to for five years.
"Just be patient a little longer. I'm only waiting for the right time to tell your sister," David replied, trying to coax Evelyn, who was none other than Steffy's own sister.
"But I'm already pregnant! I don't want to carry this child alone!"
Those words struck like lightning-hitting Steffy, who had been standing behind the slightly open door all along.
She had come to surprise David.
Instead, she was the one who was shocked, overhearing the conversation between her husband and her own sister.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm the father of your baby. You won't be alone. I'll divorce Steffy... tonight."
The door burst open as Steffy pushed it wide.
"Why wait until tonight? You can divorce me right now!" she said, struggling to hold back her tears.
She hid something behind her back.
"Oh, good. You finally found out on your own. That saves David the trouble of finding the right moment to divorce you," Evelyn said casually, flipping her hair as she sipped her coffee.
David froze in place, his face turning pale. Evelyn, on the other hand, looked completely calm-throwing a smug smile at her sister as if victory was already hers.
"I don't believe this..." Steffy's voice trembled. "You... my own sister. Evelyn, why would you do this to me?"
Evelyn crossed her legs arrogantly. "Because you're nothing in this family, Stef. And you know what? Not even a drop of Willson blood runs through your veins."
"What do you mean, Evelyn? Why am I not part of the Willson family?" Steffy was struck again by words that shattered her even further.
Evelyn pulled a sheet of paper from her bag.
"Read it. That's proof that you're not their biological daughter."
She handed Steffy the document-the DNA test result she had secretly arranged.
Steffy's hands trembled as she read it.
"You thought marrying David would secure your position? You were so wrong."
David tried to step closer. "Stef... just listen, this is all-"
"Silence!" Steffy snapped, stepping back, her eyes filled with tears. "Five years, David! Five years I stood by your side-even when my parents opposed us. I stayed because I believed we could build a family. I believed you truly loved me."
Evelyn let out a mocking laugh. "How amusing. You couldn't even give him a child."
Steffy shot her a sharp look. "And you think you're better than me just because you're pregnant?"
Evelyn stood up, placing her cup on the table with a loud clink. "More than that. I'm the true Willson heir. The child I'm carrying will be the future of this family. And David will stand beside me as its head."
David said nothing. His gaze flickered briefly to Evelyn's stomach, then to Steffy's tear-filled eyes. He was uneasy-but he still chose silence.
"Answer me, David," Steffy pleaded softly. "Why... why my own sister? Am I really that unworthy to you?"
David lowered his head, his voice barely audible. "I... I just wanted to be part of the Willson family, Stef. You're not their biological daughter... but Evelyn..."
SLAP!
A sharp slap landed across David's face. Steffy trembled with emotion.
She took a shaky breath after striking him. Her hand was still trembling-not only from anger, but from the way her heart had completely shattered.
"Maybe I'm not a biological daughter of the Willson family," Steffy said, her voice trembling yet firm. "But I have dignity. And you... both of you... have trampled all over it."
David held his cheek, unable to meet her eyes. Meanwhile, Evelyn stood there with a satisfied expression.
"Good. At least you're aware of your place," Evelyn said coldly. "Then you know you should leave."
Steffy glared at the woman she had always called her sister. "You think you've won? You think carrying his child means you get everything?"
Evelyn lifted her chin proudly. "Of course. Because I have two things you don't. First, I'm a Willson. And second... I'm pregnant."
"Evelyn... what do you mean by that?"
A woman's voice suddenly cut through the tension-she had been listening all along.
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Rebirth with a Twist.
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7.2
Azura Briggs was just a broke college student working freezing valet shifts to pay her adoptive mother's crushing medical debt.
Her desperate life shattered the night a bulletproof Maybach violently cornered her in an alley, and a ruthless billionaire kidnapped her by mistake.
After a harrowing escape, Azura was forced to take a humiliating "plus-one" gig at a high-end gala just to survive. But her date turned out to be the billionaire's arrogant nephew, who promptly abandoned her to the wolves. Cornered by a sleazy executive and his psychotic wife, Azura was publicly slapped, her dress torn, and left bleeding on the floor while hundreds of elites watched in disgust.
Just as she prepared to fight to the death, the crowd violently parted. Hunter Mcintosh, the terrifying man who had kidnapped her days ago, dropped to his knees in the broken glass and wrapped his bespoke jacket around her trembling shoulders.
Azura was completely paralyzed. Why was the monster who threatened her life now destroying billionaires just to protect her?
But the illusion of safety didn't last. Trapped in his Maybach hours later, Hunter threw a draconian employment contract at her feet.
"Sign it, and her care is covered. Forever."
He knew exactly how to break her. He was offering to pay off her mother's debt, but only if she signed her life away to become his personal assistant. With no other way out, Azura picked up the heavy pen.
7.8
My abusive ex was threatening a lawsuit that would destroy my father's career and wipe out my PhD. I was completely out of options.
That night, Graham, the boy from next door I hadn't seen in a decade, showed up at my apartment in the middle of a hurricane. Now a wealthy orthopedic surgeon, he offered a transactional marriage: he needed a local wife to keep his family away while he cared for his sick mother, and in return, he would make my ex disappear.
I thought it was a simple deal. But the morning after we signed the marriage license, Graham didn't just scare my ex off—he ruthlessly dismantled him. Then, Graham turned to me. His eyes were dead as he pulled out his phone, showing me a high-resolution photo of the night I illegally sold lab samples to pay off my ex's initial blackmail. He had hired a private investigator to stalk me. If that photo leaked to the FDA, I wouldn't just lose my degree; I'd go to prison.
"I needed a guarantee," he said flatly.
I was shaking with rage and terror. This wasn't a rescue. It was a hostage situation. Why did he hunt me down? Why use my darkest secret to trap me in this twisted marriage?
I couldn't live like this. I demanded an immediate divorce. But at the courthouse, the clerk dropped a bomb on us: state law required a mandatory thirty-day waiting period. Thirty days trapped with a ruthless, manipulative stranger. I had to find a way to break his leverage before the month was up.
8.3
He laid me on the sheets, climbed over me, caged me with his arms. "Last chance to run," he said, voice low."I need the money," I whispered, feeling so tiny in his arms."You're soaking," he muttered. "Virgin or not, your pussy wants this."I moaned, looking away, couldn't help it,"Eyes on me, sweetheart," he pushed his tip in slowly."Fuck," he groaned. "So tight."He fucked me like he was claiming something. "Come for me," he whispered in my ears, moving faster."Damien," I cried out his name as I came."That's it," he growled. After a long minute he pulled out slowly. "One night," he said again, almost like a reminder....weeks later, I walked through the quiet hall of my school. A massive portrait stared back at me.Damien BlackwoodPrincipal Benefactor and OwnerColumbia University.Same man who'd just taken my virginity for money. My stomach dropped. "Oh fuck... what have I done?"
9.4
I spent the night with a stranger...
Who got me pregnant...
And turned out to be my boss...
Whoops, sorry, did I say "boss"? I meant a MOB boss.
To be fair, I didn't know he was my boss when I slept with him.
I thought he was just the kind stranger offering me a place to stay.
But one night in Misha Orlov's hotel room got me way more than I bargained for.
It got me champagne that tasted like starlight.
Satin sheets as soft as a dream.
And a man with silver eyes who showed me how it felt to come undone.
And then, in the morning...
He was gone.
That's I needed to get my life together anyway.
After all, my ex-not-quite-husband (it's a long story) just emptied all our bank accounts and disappeared, taking my home and my money and my job with him.
So I'm starting from a blank slate.
I find myself a new apartment.
A new job.
And I put both Misha and my husband behind me.
At least, I thought I did.
Until Day 1 of orientation.
When I learn that Misha Orlov is my new boss.
That's bad enough.
What's worse is what came next.
A car crash.
A doctor's appointment.
And two pieces of unsettling news.
Congratulations, the doctor says. You're pregnant.
Congratulations, Misha says. You and I are getting married.
7.3
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