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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." --- "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?
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Chapter 2

I struggled violently. "Let go of me, right now! My fiancé is just in the next room."

"Are you sure he's still your fiancé?" Rhys Hoffman's warm breath tickled my ear, sending a chill down my spine.

It was him—Rhys Hoffman—one of Lucian Gonzales's so-called brothers.

I quickly turned, pressing my back against the wall. "Stay away from me. Don't come any closer."

He flicked a cigarette, glanced at my stomach, then stubbed it out in the ashtray.

"What? Shocked by what you heard?"

Not only was I shocked; I was furious.

I had known Lucian for fifteen years and dated him for five. When his family fell on hard times, I used my resources to help him back on his feet. Our wedding was set for next month, and now this?

He handed me over to someone else—seven others, to be exact?

I fought to maintain my composure. I needed to stay calm and find a way out through Rhys.

I pinched myself repeatedly to muster the courage to speak, only to remain silent again. Finally, as Rhys lounged on the sofa, he broke the silence.

"What do you want to know?"

I closed my eyes, hesitant to meet his gaze, but forced myself to speak.

"How did I end up with you? Why can't I remember anything?"

"Because Lucian drugged you, leaving you clueless. Each night, he personally brought you to our place and took you home before dawn."

"What kind of drug?"

I regretted asking as soon as the words left my mouth. What was I expecting?

"Why are you telling me all this? Aren't you worried about losing Lucian as a brother?"

Rhys chuckled softly. "Him, my brother? He doesn't deserve it, and besides..."

He rose slowly and pulled me onto his lap, his long legs sprawling beneath me. "And besides, the child you're carrying might be mine, so I..."

I slapped him hard. "Get lost!"

He didn’t flinch. Instead, he pinned my hands. "Liliana, you didn't feel anything the last few times. Want to experience it today...?"

I cut him off, driving my knee into his groin. He grimaced in pain and finally released me. But as I turned to leave, he murmured softly, "Do you want to ruin Lucian?"

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