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My Fiancé Gambled Me to His Seven Brothers Novel Cover

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 4

Lucian hurried after me, apologizing, "Lily, what's going on today? Is it about Adrianna?"

"Don't let her bother you. It's all part of the social game. Everyone goes along with it, and if I don't, I'll be the odd one out, and then they'll exclude me from their plans."

"You remember how it was when my family went under. It was awful, and everyone looked down on me. I can't go through that again."

"I can't lose these friends who help me stay afloat financially."

He recalled the tough times but conveniently forgot that I was the one who pulled him out of the mess.

I wanted nothing more than to knock him off his pedestal right then but held back.

I'd let him take the plunge from his so-called high position.

After all, the bigger they are, the harder they fall.

Early the next morning, he showed up at my door.

"Lily, didn't you say you weren't feeling well yesterday? Let's go see the doctor."

I didn't say no. I wanted to see what he was scheming.

At the clinic, Dr. Lawrence beamed with congratulations.

"Pregnant! Four weeks along. Congratulations!"

"Pregnant?"

The barely concealed rage on Lucian's face was Oscar-worthy.

He hustled me into the car.

"Explain this! When did you cheat on me? Who's the guy?"

I shook my head, tears spilling down my cheeks. "I don't know. I really don't."

"How can that be?"

He gripped my shoulders, shaking me. "You were with someone; how could you just forget?"

"Liliana, I never knew you could be this brazen."

His anger grew. "Yesterday, you flipped out over a meaningless affair with Adrianna, and today you pull this stunt. Lily, you've surpassed yourself."

I kept crying. "Don't ask. I really can't remember who it might be. There seem to be many, but it's all a blur."

A flash of panic crossed his face. "How many can you remember?"

Jerk. Low-life.

I shook my head again. "I really don't remember. Lucian, please stop asking."

He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, then slowly pulled me into his arms.

"It's okay, we can fix this mistake together. Then we'll go back to how things used to be."

"No way!"

I shouted, "Lucian, I'm not good enough for you now. I can't marry you. Let's call off the wedding."

His eyes widened in panic. "Cancel the wedding? We can't. I promised, no matter what happens, no matter how you let me down, I will forgive you."

"Lily, just get rid of the baby, give me all the shares your parents left you, and I'll forgive you."

"I won't breathe a word of this. We'll keep it under wraps."

"Really?"

I asked, tears streaking my face, "You won't hold this against me?"

"If you agree to my terms, I won't."

I immediately got out of the car. "Alright, let's get this sorted out now."

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