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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 3

As I pushed open the door to Lucian's private booth, Adrianna quickly slid off his lap. Lucian's shirt hung open, but thankfully the dim lighting obscured most of what was happening as he hastily zipped it up.

Those guys shot me curious looks, one of them chimed in, "Liliana, here to keep tabs on Lucian?"

"Relax," he continued with a sly grin, "we're keeping an eye on him. Nothing shady's happening."

Recalling what I'd overheard earlier, I slapped Lucian across the face. He looked furious, "What the hell was that for?"

I shook my hand out, feigning innocence, "Oh, nothing. A fly landed on your face."

Adrianna gasped, "Mr. Gonzales, are you okay? I'll fetch some ice."

I slapped her too, "Does it hurt? You can feel it for yourself."

She clutched her reddening cheek, tears brimming, "Miss Hoffman, why would you hit someone just like that?"

"Randomly?" I chuckled, fixing my gaze on her. "Do I strike you as someone who hits without cause? My hand only connects with liars and cheats."

She stomped her foot, pleading to Lucian, "Mr. Gonzales, you must defend me. I can't be slapped without reason."

Lucian pushed her aside and tenderly rubbed my hand, "Are you hurt?"

"Not at all," I said.

I slapped him two more times, left and right, in front of all his buddies. Finally, he lost his cool.

"Do you have to make a spectacle? Are you incapable of controlling your jealousy with so many of my friends around? Don’t I have any dignity left?"

Dignity? With so many of his 'friends' who had tangled with his fiancée? What dignity was he clinging to?

"Lucian, life's been a bit too dull and predictable. I was just spicing things up."

His expression shifted, "What are you implying?"

I smiled at him, "Nothing in particular. Just chatting."

As I left, I gave each of his friends a slap. "Apologies, if you feel like retaliating, just take it up with Lucian. After all, you're his closest pals."

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