The Alleged Mistress’s Comeback

Upon hearing the woman's command, they immediately started the livestream, dragging me forcefully in front of the camera.

My stomach was in excruciating pain as I pleaded with them, "Please, help me call a doctor. I can give you anything you want. Just let me go…"

But they didn't care about my suffering at all. They pinned me down, forcing me to face the camera.

On screen, I was drenched in sweat, my lips turning purple and my face pale. I held my increasingly contracting belly with both hands, my body writhing in agony.

I looked desperately at the woman closest to me and begged again, "I'm really about to give birth. Please, save me…"

She scoffed, slapping me across the face and aiming the camera at me. "This shameless woman dared to steal the fiancé of the richest man's daughter. With the heiress present today, we will teach her a lesson."

After finishing her speech, she pulled the camera back and kicked me hard in the stomach.

"Children born of mistresses are b*stards. Today, we'll ensure that the child in her belly never sees the light of day."

The piercing pain made me collapse to the ground, and my baby seemed to sense the distress, kicking and thrashing inside me.

I instinctively fell to the floor, trying to protect my belly, but they yanked me up again. "Look at what the online commenters are saying."

The chat was scrolling at lightning speed. My vision was blurring, but I could still see the hateful comments flooding in.

'Messing with the richest man's daughter? She's asking for it.'

'These intervention people are notoriously ruthless. Only the heiress could gather them all.'

'Even if she is a mistress, this is too much. She's pregnant! She's dying!'

I struggled to break free from the woman's grip on my hair, but suddenly, I felt a tightening pressure beneath me.

I tilted my head back, my body spasming as I clenched my fists, desperately trying to use the breathing technique the doctor had taught me.

I gritted my teeth, feeling a tearing pain that drenched me in sweat, followed by a sudden sense of relief.

I trembled, reaching down, and to my shock, I felt my baby's head.

I looked up, my eyes pleading, toward the fake heiress. "The baby's head is out! Please help me call a doctor. If you let my child be born safely, I'll give you anything, even the title of the billionaire's daughter…"

The fake heiress approached me with a cold stare. She pinched my face to aim it at the screen, her voice dripping with malice as she asked, "Do you all want to see the spawn of a mistress being born?"

The comments were racing by, all filled with venomous remarks.

I closed my eyes in regret, deciding to conserve my strength for the delivery.

Before coming to Ironreach, I hadn't expected to go into labor early.

When I stepped off the plane, I felt fine. It was only after I exited the airport that the contractions began.

I kept calling Oliver, but his phone went unanswered.

Later, the bodyguards took me to the hospital, and before entering the delivery room, I texted Oliver the hospital's location.

The location was shared only with Oliver; not even my parents knew…

I clenched my fists, glaring at the fake heiress with fury. "If anything happens to my baby, I will make you pay."

She laughed maniacally, grabbing my baby's head and viciously pulling it outward.

The intense pain made my consciousness fade, nearly knocking me out.

I clung desperately to her hand, whispering for her to stop, but she frantically yanked my child out of my body.

The moment my baby left me, I collapsed into unconsciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, the fake heiress was holding my newborn high, smiling wickedly at me. "Look who's awake! Next, we'll livestream this little monster's demise."

"Don't…"

I scrambled toward the fake heiress, but she crazily let go of her grip.