After dying suddenly from overwork, I found myself transmigrated into the life of a fake heiress who had been cast out of her wealthy family. While the real heiress reclaimed the life that had once been mine, I decided to leave the drama behind. Armed with my savings, I embraced a carefree lifestyle, swapping boyfriends every three days and living for the moment. Then, two months later, life hit me with a curveball—I discovered I was pregnant. The problem? I had no idea who the father was. With no choice, I approached the three powerful CEOs I had been involved with, each more arrogant and competitive than the last. What followed was a 10-billion-dollar bet by each of the three over who the father might be, with me caught in the middle. "I bet the baby belongs to all three of you," I teased, only for them to roll their eyes and dismiss me as ridiculous. Even so, when I gave birth to triplets, their argument outside the delivery room went viral, sending the internet into a frenzy and turning my life—and theirs—into a spectacle.
View MoreBesides, when did I ever say I wanted to marry into the Griffin family?I did not want to waste any more time talking to them, so I turned to leave. However, Melanie grabbed my arm."What are you doing? Let go!" Devon's angry voice came from behind me.Melanie looked at him, startled, and quickly let go of my hand."Oh, I didn't mean it, Eliza."I did not miss the fleeting look of triumph in her eyes. She had done it on purpose. But I was not in the mood to argue with her.Leaning against Devon, I clutched my stomach while sweating profusely. "Take me to the hospital. I think the babies are coming."Panic-stricken, Devon scooped me up and ran toward the garage, throwing a dark glare at the siblings."You'd better pray Eliza is okay."Not long after I was taken into the delivery room, Reuben and Aden arrived. They glared daggers at Devon but were too anxious to do much else. They paced back and forth outside.Inside, I felt like I was dying. The pain was excruciating, and it c
Of course, I knew I could not handle it on my own. But that was what they were here for, right? If they thought they could just stand on the sidelines and do nothing, they were sorely mistaken. I certainly would not allow it!I cleverly tossed the question back to them. "What are you three planning to do?"Devon pulled out a document and handed it to me. I glanced through it and saw that everything—from now until post-birth recovery—had been meticulously planned out.He added, "Take a look and let us know if there's anything missing. For the next few months, the three of us will take turns staying with you to take care of you."I had no objections to that. After all, the baby should bond with its father—or fathers—a bit more.As for which one was the father? That did not matter.The baby only needed to know that I was their beloved mom.Seeing I had no issues with the plan, the three of them immediately got busy carrying it out, leaving Reuben to stay with me.I poked him and a
The crowd stared at the Jordans in shock, whispering among themselves."What? Didn't the Jordans claim that Eliza left on her own and they couldn't stop her?""That's what they said, but it's obvious now that the Jordans are hypocrites. They always take the credit for everything.""Wow, raising a child for so many years just to kick her out? That's cold."Under the weight of the crowd's judgmental stares, even someone as shameless as Melanie could not hold her ground.As for my parents, along with Edward, their faces flushed red with anger and shame, though they could do nothing but endure it.I found it hilarious. I loved seeing them so infuriated yet powerless against me.Reuben and the others stood nearby, their expressions dark as they glared at the Jordans. Reuben even reached out to gently pat my back."What do you plan to do now?" he asked.I glanced at their faces and said, "I want to take Wallie with me."Wallie was probably the only thing tying me emotionally to the
Reuben and Devon did not take too kindly to Aden's words."What do you mean, 'your child'? It's only a 33% chance, so how does that make it yours?""Mr. Griffin is right. What, do you think the two of us are invisible?" Devon added in a sharp tone.Aden glanced at their indignant expressions and pulled his hand back. "If I say the child's mine, it's mine. I'll bet a hundred million on it. Dare to wager?"Devon shot him a sidelong glance. "A hundred million? Who are you looking down on? I'll put a billion on the child being mine."With an arm wrapped around my waist, Reuben gave the two of them a disdainful look. "If we're playing, let's play big. I'm putting down 10 billion that this is my child."Devon and Aden exchanged a look before speaking in unison, "Deal."Watching the three of them getting all worked up with their competitive spirits, I quietly raised my hand. "I bet the baby belongs to all three of you."They rolled their eyes in unison, dismissing my words as nonsense
Devon rubbed his temples and sighed, looking at me. "Do you really not know who the father is?"I mumbled under my breath, "How would I know? It's your fault for timing your visits so close together."Devon let out a cold laugh. "Oh, so now, it's my fault, huh? Was it because I didn't try hard enough? Gave you the energy to find someone else the very next day?"Thinking back to those wild, indulgent days, my waist suddenly ached.He scrolled through his phone. "Aden's out of the country on a business trip. Once he's back, the three of us will sit down and have a proper discussion."Neither Reuben nor I objected. Before leaving, I also did not forget to remind Devon about the child support.Ignoring his look of disdain, I stared at the incoming funds on my phone, laughing uncontrollably.Another boost to my savings! I could not wait for Aden to return. Patting my belly, I thought what a great kid I had.Not long after I got home and lay down, I received a call from my so-called
Seeing that I was not responding, Reuben sighed and sent me an address. "Meet me here tomorrow."After hanging up, I checked the address and saw it led to Griffin Corporation.I knew it. Just from Reuben's last name, I could tell he was destined to be the classic CEO-type. Curious, I did a quick search online.What I found made me grin from ear to ear before drifting off to sleep.The next day, as soon as I arrived at the entrance of Griffin Corporation and messaged Reuben, I saw her—the real heiress, Melanie Jordan.What rotten luck!I could not forget how, when I first transmigrated, she had arrogantly kicked me out of the family.Plus, that was not all. My memories were filled with instances of her framing me, exploiting the Jordan family's guilt to bully me repeatedly.Years ago, it was the Jordans' negligence that led to the mix-up of children. But somehow, I was the one who ended up being blamed for everything.Melanie resented me for taking her place and making her suff
"Congratulations, Ms. Jordan. You're already two months pregnant."When I heard the doctor say this, I was completely dumbfounded.Why? Well, that was because I had no idea who the father of the child was.A little backstory—after two weeks of grueling overtime, I dropped dead. The last thing I remembered before passing out was the terrified look on my heartless boss' face.My last thought had been, 'Shouldn't I at least squeeze a big payout out of him?' But it turned out I would not even get that chance—I was gone.The good news? I did not actually die.The bad news? I transmigrated into a novel.Plus, it was not just into any character—I became the fake heiress, the foil to the female lead, who had just been kicked out of her wealthy family for framing the real heiress.If I had arrived a second earlier, I might have had a chance to shamelessly beg for my place back.The silver lining to all of this? I brought my years of secret savings with me.I immediately checked my ban
"Congratulations, Ms. Jordan. You're already two months pregnant."When I heard the doctor say this, I was completely dumbfounded.Why? Well, that was because I had no idea who the father of the child was.A little backstory—after two weeks of grueling overtime, I dropped dead. The last thing I remembered before passing out was the terrified look on my heartless boss' face.My last thought had been, 'Shouldn't I at least squeeze a big payout out of him?' But it turned out I would not even get that chance—I was gone.The good news? I did not actually die.The bad news? I transmigrated into a novel.Plus, it was not just into any character—I became the fake heiress, the foil to the female lead, who had just been kicked out of her wealthy family for framing the real heiress.If I had arrived a second earlier, I might have had a chance to shamelessly beg for my place back.The silver lining to all of this? I brought my years of secret savings with me.I immediately checked my ban
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