A pregnant virgin? That’s me. No boyfriend. No first time. Just two pink lines and a life flipped upside down. On my twentieth birthday, my stepmother announced I was engaged to Nickolas Ries—the billionaire heir who’s been in a coma for two years. And the kicker? He used to be my stepsister Mollie’s fiancé. I thought it was a joke—until Mollie waved a medical report with my name and a positive pregnancy test… from a check-up she tricked me into. They used me as a surrogate. Without my consent. Now I’m forced into marriage to save my father’s company. But when Nickolas wakes up, he doesn’t want me—or the baby. What can I do? Can I ask for a divorce… just days after the wedding?
View MoreJuliet’s POV"No man in his right mind would tolerate his wife dressing indecently and accompanying other men to bars like a whore..."I stood by the door, frozen. The book I’d brought to return—his book—slipped from my hands and hit the floor with a dull thud.Just five minutes ago, I saw his car parked outside. I told myself it was the perfect excuse. A chance to say thank you… maybe soften the tension between us.All I planned to do was drop off the book, thank him for last night, and walk away.But now…Now all I saw was red.I picked up the book with trembling fingers, stormed into the study, and slammed it onto his desk.Nickolas looked up, momentarily surprised, before his expression turned ice cold. “Did I say you could touch my books?” he snapped. “That book’s worth more than your entire wardrobe.”I didn’t flinch.“Does wearing a dress make me indecent?” I asked calmly, though my voice shook with barely-contained rage. “Or is it just existing in your suffocating little worl
Juliet’s POVDella Ries stood there, perfectly dressed in her beige designer suit and heels, but her face was worried, her lips drawn tight. For a second, I thought she was going to slap me... but then she surged forward and grabbed my hands.“Are you alright, Juliet? I thought I was going to faint when I heard what happened,” she said sharply, her voice trembling. “My blood pressure nearly killed me!”I blinked, stunned. “I... I’m sorry…”“The doctor said the baby’s fine. Thank God. But Juliet,” she hissed, her eyes narrowing. “What were you thinking going out alone in your condition? Meeting that man? You're carrying a Ries heir, not some street orphan!”“I didn’t know he...” My voice cracked with shame.She waved it off like it didn’t matter. “You should have known. You think everyone is your friend just because you smile? This world will eat you alive. You're a Ries now! Act like it!”I felt small under her sharp gaze. “I’ll be more careful next time.”Della scoffed. “Next time?
Juliet’s povMy eyes flew open and almost immediately a headache slammed into me.It was as if I was rising from a nightmare. My hands were heavy, my mouth dry, and my head throbbed with every breath I took. The ceiling above me was familiar… too familiar. It was spinning too. My gaze drifted slowly around the room.I was in my bedroom.Wearing clean pajamas.My heart jumped.How...?And then… last night.The dinner.The juice.The heat in my body.Caleb’s vile hands reaching for me.My screams.The locked door.The bottle.The blood.Then… Josh Thorn.A wave of nausea surged through me as my mind replayed everything. My fingers clutched the blanket like it could somehow hold me together. My heart was hammering now, not from fear but from rage… rage at Caleb, at this pervert who tried to force me.Luckily, Josh appeared… had he followed me on Nickolas’s orders? Did he know that I was walking into a trap? No. It couldn’t be. He hated me. He said he’d rather strangle the baby out of
Nickolas’s POVJuliet. My wife.I stood by the window and watched her hurry out of the house in a clingy slip dress. Her movements were quick, her face pretty. It was too late for her to be going anywhere decent.“What the hell is she doing?” I muttered.Josh stepped beside me, silent for a second too long.“She’s been visiting banks all week,” he said finally. “Trying to secure a loan to save her father’s pathetic company. It’s falling apart. No one will touch it. Tonight…” he hesitated, jaw tightening, “she’s meeting Caleb Weston.”My jaw clenched. Caleb Weston. That name was a red flag soaked in gasoline.“The one with the sexual harassment lawsuits?” I asked, my voice like ice.Josh nodded grimly. “Three former employees accused him of drugging their drinks during business meetings. One woman disappeared after her testimony... vanished without a trace. They found another in a psych ward, unable to speak...”I turned slowly to face him, the rage rising like a tidal wave.“And Julie
Juliet’s POVI didn’t leave my room for a full day.Marie came by twice, soft-spoken and polite, secretly bringing trays of food, but I never touched.My stomach churned with a sick kind of emptiness, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to eat. I didn’t want to move.What was the point?By evening, I was still in the same position when the door swung open and Della stepped in.I struggled to sit up, brushing tangled hair from my face, embarrassed by how pathetic I must’ve looked.Nickolas hadn’t even come to check on me. Not once.“What the hell is going on here?” Her voice cracked through the air like a whip.“You look like death, Juliet.” She turned sharply on her heel and barked, “Nickolas! Get in here. Now!”He wheeled in a moment later, casual as always, like he hadn’t been ignoring me for days. His expression didn’t change when he saw me. No guilt. No remorse. Just that icy detachment.“What?” he said flatly.Della’s eyes flashed. “What? That’s all you have to say? Look at her! She
Juliet’s povTwo days.It had been two days since my father’s death, and not a single call came from the Ries family.I hadn’t told them though. I didn’t want to.I'd loved spending time with my Mom again and her love had given me strength but just seeing the Ries estate now sucked all that joy away. Grief sat heavy in my bones, dragging me down as I stepped out of the car. No one was waiting for me.And I wasn’t expecting warmth.But I didn’t expect a damn celebration either.Immediately, the front door opened, I was hit by the sounds of laughter and music. The rich scent of perfume and wine filled the air. My stomach churned.Nickolas sat on the velvet couch, dressed like the god, his tie slightly loosened, a rare smirk playing on his lips.Tucked beside him like a custom-tailored accessory was a woman. No... a vision.Golden curls spilled over her shoulders. Her lips were a rich red. Her dress clung to her like it had been sewn onto her skin. And she touched Nickolas like she bel
Juliet’s POVThe door slammed behind me, sharp and final. My knees buckled as I staggered down the steps, cold air biting through my clothes, but not half as sharp as the humiliation burning under my skin.Sherlyn had kicked me out ... just like that. No warning, no mercy. Tossed me onto the street like garbage, as if burying my father wasn’t enough for one day.I stood there, numb, swallowing down the shame, swearing under my breath that one day... I’d make them all regret this. Every single one of them.But before the anger could settle, a voice cut through the wind.“Juliet?”My breath caught. My heart tripped over itself as I slowly turned toward the sound.There, standing just a few feet away, was a face I hadn’t seen in years. My mother. Connie Greenfield.She looked thinner than I remembered, her frame worn down by time and maybe too many silent battles I’d never seen. But her eyes... her eyes were exactly the same. Filled with unshed tears, staring at me like she still couldn
Juliet’s POVHis words cut through me like a blade.“Why… Why do you hate your baby so much?” My voice barely made it past the lump in my throat.He leaned back in his chair, expression cool and distant. “Because I never wanted it. I don’t like children. Why would I want a parasite leeching off me?”The coldness in his voice made my stomach twist. I could hardly believe I was hearing this. My chest heaved, struggling to hold back the surge of emotion clawing its way out.Just then, Marie stepped in, her calm voice slicing through the tension.“Sir, it was Lady Della who wished to keep the child,” she said, standing in front of me like a human shield.Nickolas scoffed, his lips curling in a mocking smile. “Of course she did. She loves turning people into bargaining chips.”Then his eyes cut back to me, sharp and unfeeling. “And as for you... I have no use for a breeding tool.”His words stung worse than a slap. My heart clenched so tightly it hurt to breathe.“Fine,” I snapped, barely
Juliet’s POV“You must be very disappointed that I woke up, huh?”That was the first thing I heard the next morning as I stepped out of my room for breakfast.The words hit me like a slap, freezing me in place. My legs locked, breath caught. Slowly, I leaned forward and peeked around the corner.A tall, muscular man knelt on the marble floor, head bowed low, trembling like a prisoner awaiting execution.And towering over him... without standing... sat Nickolas Ries, cold and silent in his black wheelchair.His hand was tangled in the man’s hair, yanking his head back hard.“N-No, boss,” the man stammered, face twisted in pain, eyes wide with terror.Nickolas’s smile was like a blade. “You were behind me that night. I watched my car burst into flames. And while I screamed and bled, where were you?”“I… I blacked out. I got hit too, I didn’t... ”“You passed out?” Nickolas’s grip tightened. The man cried out. “You were trained to die before I did.”He let go. The man collapsed, gasping.
Juliet’s povI stared at the pregnancy test in my trembling hands, my breath hitching in my throat. Two lines. Positive."I'm pregnant? How is that possible?" My voice was barely above a whisper, filled with disbelief. My fingers clenched the small stick so tightly that my knuckles turned white.I had never been with a man. I had no boyfriend. How could this be happening? It had to be a mistake.Just this morning, I had gone to the hospital after weeks of feeling weak and nauseous. My period had been absent for too long, and I thought I might be sick. But when the doctor handed me a pregnancy test, I laughed at the absurdity of it."There’s no way," I had told her. "I’ve never..."But the doctor simply gave me a knowing look and asked me to take the test anyway. And now, here I was, staring at an impossible truth.A loud knock on my door made me jolt."Juliet! How long are you going to take?" Mollie’s impatient voice rang through the door. "The guests are waiting!"I swallowed my pani...
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