Chapter 1 Gave birth in the warehouse

Night, pitch black as ink.

A heart-wrenching sound echoed through the back room of the DeRoss family villa's warehouse.

Haley DeRoss's face was pale, her lips devoid of all color.

Her swollen belly contracted painfully, while crimson blood flowed from her lower body.

She was only eight months pregnant, but why was she feeling the urge to give birth...

Could this be premature labor?

The dangers of giving birth prematurely at only eight months were self-evident...

With this thought in mind, she couldn't afford to waste a single moment. She crawled to the door, using all her strength to bang on it.

"John, I'm going into labor, please, please take me to the hospital... please..." Outside the door sat a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, smoking a cigarette.

Upon hearing her plea, he coldly replied, "Miss, the seed in your belly is of unknown origin. Do you really think the master and the Madam would embarrass themselves by sending you to the hospital? Stay put and stop making a fuss!"

Tears fell uncontrollably from Haley's eyes.

Eight months ago, she had been caught by reporters in compromising photos at a hotel, becoming the laughingstock of the entire city!

Shortly after, it was discovered that she was pregnant. Her father, ashamed of her, had forced her to have an abortion!

But just a second before the abortion, she suddenly rolled off the sickbed and escaped. She would rather die than have her child killed.

As a result, her father had her confined to this small room, left to fend for herself. She had been locked up for a full eight months. Never once had she set foot outside.

"John, I'm begging you, save my child, or else there will be bloodshed..."

"John, please help me..."

The excruciating pain in her belly came in waves, and Haley's pleas grew weaker. But the person guarding the door remained oblivious, blissfully smoking one cigarette after another.

Blood kept surging from Haley's lower body, saturating her dress, and enveloping her in a pool of blood. Desperately, she grabbed the doorknob, slamming against the door like a madwoman.

She couldn't let her child die in her womb, she absolutely couldn't!

"Have you gone mad? What are you doing?"

John at the door was annoyed by the disturbance.

Just then—

"What's happening here?"

A clear, cold voice came, and John quickly stopped his hand, turned around, and respectfully said, "Emily."

Haley suddenly looked up and saw a figure walking into the warehouse.

It was Emily DeRoss. Her sister!

They grew up together since they were young, and their relationship was very good.

Haley felt as if she had grabbed the last straw for her life, "Emily, save me, save my child..."

Emily curled her lips and said calmly, "John, this is our daughter of the DeRoss family, how come you're dragging her like a dead dog?"

John's eyes flashed, and he spoke even more respectfully, "Emily, it's not that I overstepped, it's that Haley doesn't know her place, she actually wanted to escape to the hospital. If people outside were to find out that Miss DeRoss is pregnant with a bastard child, wouldn't it affect the reputation of the DeRoss family? I was thinking of the DeRoss family."

"That's right, I'll have father give you a raise later." Emily praised.

She turned her head and looked at Haley's abdomen, "Sister, your child in your belly is very lucky. Father wanted to abort him, but you fought to keep him. Father said long ago that the DeRoss family will never care about this child again. If he survives and is born, it's because of his luck. But if he dies, it would be convenient for the DeRoss family to maintain some reputation..."

"No, my child won't die..."

Haley felt Emily's unfriendly gaze and quickly backed away while holding her abdomen.

Her body was covered in blood, her clothes had turned into a blood-soaked garment, and even her face and hair were stained with blood and sweat. Her lips were cracked from dryness, and her eyes were almost tearful, making her look like she had just crawled out of a garbage dump.

Seeing the once most beautiful woman in Cuenca in such a miserable state, Emily suddenly laughed.

"Sister, do you know why you had that one night of passion with a wild man eight months ago?"

She bent down, full of sarcasm on her face, "I arranged that."

"What are you saying?!" Haley was shocked.

At the same time, her abdomen contracted again, and blood flowed out once more.

Emily smiled with satisfaction, "From childhood to adulthood, you have always been the little princess of the DeRoss family, holding half of the shares of the DeRoss Group in your hands. At your coming-of-age ceremony at eighteen, you became the heiress of the DeRoss family. Do you know how jealous I am of you? You're so pure, high up there, so I wanted to make you a slut!"

"You, you!"

She had thought of countless possibilities, but never once did she imagine that the event that ruined her life would be orchestrated by her dearest sister.

"After eight months of being locked up here, I have become the new heiress of the DeRoss family. From now on, you can only be the most disreputable woman in Cuenca, a whore who has birthed illegitimate children from sleeping around. Your whole life is ruined! Hahaha!"

Under the intense provocation, Haley's abdomen was hit with a sharp pain, and her lower body suddenly began to tear apart. The pain overwhelmed her, and she almost passed out.

"Ah...!!"

She couldn't help but cry out in pain, collapsing to the ground.

Her pale face turned upwards, her legs instinctively spreading apart as a large amount of blood poured out from under her. A force squeezed her lower body, as if tearing her apart...

It felt like centuries had passed, but in reality, it wasn't that long before the cry of a baby suddenly echoed in the small warehouse.

Haley gasped in pain.

She lifted her head and looked down, lifting up her skirt stained with blood to see two children.

The babies were covered in blood, clenching their tiny fists and crying intensely.

They were her children. And they were twins.

Haley didn't have time to be overjoyed. The babies suddenly stopped crying.

Their tiny faces turned purple.