My Fiancé Gambled Me to His Seven Brothers

Every night, Lucian would give me medication and then send me off to the beds of his seven different "buddies." They made a bet: "No protection allowed. Whoever gets her pregnant in a month owes Lucian two million dollars." A month later, I was indeed pregnant. The moment Lucian got the test results, he promptly arranged for an abortion. "Get rid of this kid, and we'll marry right away," he said. I slapped him hard, waving around the marriage certificate. "Get lost. Do not disturb the wedding between me and the baby's father."

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"Miss Hoffman, it's not a stomach illness, nor did you eat something bad. You're pregnant." Dr. Lawrence's words echoed in my mind, refusing to fade. Pregnant? I was yet to be married and had barely shared a bed with a man, so how could I be pregnant? Clutching the test results, I was in turmoil. I had no idea how to break this news to Lucian with our wedding just a month away. Would he despise me for this? Would he call off the wedding entirely?

I was still reeling when I overheard Lucian talking to his buddies outside a private booth. "It's been a month. By rights, Liliana should be pregnant by now," one said. "Yeah, the timing seems right. Surely one of us succeeded," another replied. Lucian was there, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, Adrianna, his new personal assistant, perched on his lap. "Tomorrow, I'll take her to the clinic for a check-up," he continued.

My heart was pounding. What did they mean? I couldn't comprehend their conversation. Lucian went on, "If she's really pregnant, you all better be ready to fork over those two million." "Ha, two million each? Like any of us can't pay that?" one quipped. "Lucian, you're truly something else. Most would gamble with their wives; you've bet on your fiancée and the baby inside her," another chuckled. Lucian brazenly moved his hand under Adrianna's skirt. "What can I say? Life's been a dull pond these past few years. Just wanted to liven things up a bit."

Adrianna giggled playfully, "Lucian, are you going to put me through the same tomorrow?" Lucian grabbed her chin, "You? You're not even worthy to share my buddy's bed." His friends raised their glasses in excitement. "Exactly! Who else has a fiancée as stunning as Liliana? Lucian, you're willing to offer her up, and we won't forget your generosity." "Indeed, we agreed that our future wives should be treated the same way. Otherwise, you're out of our circle forever."

A chill ran down my spine; my legs began to tremble. These beasts had used me as a betting chip, and even my child. The worst part—the mastermind was my fiancé. My fingers clenched into fists. I was about to burst through that door and confront this pack of animals when a pair of large hands covered my mouth and dragged me into the adjoining booth.