His Seven Illegitimate Children

At the banquet, my husband's subordinate, hoping to win his favor, brought out ninety-nine women who looked just like me.

Your wife can't have children. But these women are all fertile. Have them give birth, and let her raise the kids.

Landon Cross pulled me into his arms, his tone firm.

Yvonne is the only one I love. I will never touch another woman.

After that, I threw countless resources his way and got blood on my hands, helping him to become a billionaire.

Until the seventh year, a voluptuous, fair-skinned woman showed up at my door with seven children.

I recognized this woman, Chloe. She was one of those ninety-nine women from years ago, the one who looked most like me.

Right in front of me, she smugly lifted her shirt and nursed her youngest child.

"Seven whole years, I've given birth to seven boys. Landon says the company's stock price keeps rising because I gave birth to lucky babies who brought fortune to the company."

"How could a barren hen like you deserve to be his wife?"

I lit a cigarette, looked her up and down, then sent her to the black market.

By the time Landon arrived at the black market, Chloe was already worth thirty million.

Her highly fertile body had caught the eye of many wealthy merchants.

"I heard women like her are the most fun."

"I'm going to buy her and make her a breeding machine. Maybe my company's stock price will rise too because of lucky babies."

These words reached Landon's ears. His expression grew darker and darker.

I merely sneered mockingly.

The Cross family business grew because of the Lowell family's investment and my ruthless methods.

How could it possibly be due to a few so-called "lucky babies"?

Chloe hung from the auction stage, frightening. The moment she saw Landon, her delicate ankles kicked wildly in the air.

"Honey, save me! I still have our baby in my belly."

Anxiety flooded Landon's eyes.

Under everyone's watchful gaze, he knelt on one knee beside my feet, his voice trembling.

"Yvonne, please let her go. Or at least wait until she gives birth, then you can deal with her however you want."

I looked at Landon as if looking at a stranger.

He had only knelt twice in his life.

The first time was at my father's hospital bed. He knelt and swore he would never betray me.

My father passed away with a smile, and I became Mrs. Cross.

The second time was now.

Mr. Landon Cross, who appeared so lofty in front of others, begging.

"It's a girl."

"We lost a daughter once. Just think of it as our daughter being reincarnated into Chloe's belly."

I nearly went insane. "How dare Chloe even compare!"

That daughter was a child I had longed for in the first year of our marriage, after going through countless treatments.

But when I was three months pregnant, Landon was kidnapped by a rival gang.

I didn't have time to wait for my men to arrive. I went alone to rescue him.

But no matter how skilled I was, I couldn't fight off that many vicious men.

Those three hours were living hell.

Our daughter, when removed, was already formed enough to show human features.

A butterfly knife flew from my sleeve, slashing across Landon's cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

Landon seemed not to feel the pain. He shook his head helplessly.

"If you've let off steam, stop making a scene. You're five years older than me, why are you still acting like a child?"

Seeing Landon injured, Chloe screamed frantically, ignoring that she was still hanging there.

"Yvonne Lowell! My husband finds it disgusting every time he touches you..."

Landon's eyes flashed with warning, and his subordinate immediately stepped onto the auction stage and gagged Chloe.

A metallic sweetness rose in my throat. My voice turned hoarse.

"So, you find me disgusting."

I unconsciously touched my lower abdomen.

My second child with Landon was still sleeping peacefully inside.

Landon desperately tried to explain, but I felt so tired.

I waved my hand.

"This farce should end."

The auctioneer's gavel fell.

The wealthy merchant who won Chloe trembled with his entire body of fat as he carried her into a room.

Landon's eyes turned bloodshot. He pulled out a handgun.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Three bullet holes appeared at my feet.

"I've said everything nicely, yet you're still so heartless. I'll say this one last time-let Chloe go, or the next shot won't be aimed at the floor."

I looked at him calmly, not even my eyelashes trembling. "Mr. Cross, be my guest."

If Landon dared to shoot, he would be riddled with bullets on Lowell family territory.

He glared at me fiercely, then like an enraged lion, led his men charging toward Chloe.

Moments later, the wealthy merchant, covered in bullet wounds, was thrown out.

As Landon carried Chloe past me, his gaze was icy cold.

"Thank God! Chloe's daughter is fine. Otherwise, I wouldn't let you off so easily."

Watching his retreating figure, I called the hospital.

This child had congenital abnormalities. The doctor said there was a risk of miscarriage at any time. Now it seemed there was no need to force myself to keep it.

How could such a man deserve to be a father?

I had my lawyer draft a divorce agreement.

Landon would leave the marriage with nothing. Not a penny of what he'd earned over these years.

I took the divorce agreement to Landon's office.

On the way, I received a call from my assistant.

"Mrs. Cross, something terrible has happened! Mr. Cross brought a construction team. He says he's going to dig up your first child's body. He wants a priest to perform an exorcism."

After hanging up, my hands were shaking.

Once, Landon and I built a cemetery for our deceased daughter, Nina, wanting to give her a sheltered home underground.

Now we had become a bitter couple, but why should adult grudges involve innocent children?

When I arrived at the cemetery, Nina's coffin had been carelessly thrown on the ground.

Several priests stood around, praying.

I spotted Landon immediately. He was holding Chloe, tucking her messy hair behind her ear.

At first glance, they looked exactly like Landon and me seven years ago.

Suppressing the rage in my heart, I clutched Nina's coffin to my chest.

The priests suddenly stopped chanting and pointed at the coffin in my arms, shouting sternly. "It's this evil spirit that has prevented Mrs. Cross from having children for years!"

Chloe nestled in Landon's arms, adding fuel to the fire. "The master is right!"

Landon frowned but didn't stop them.

The priest then splashed holy water at me, instantly soaking my white clothes.

But fortunately, I protected Nina's coffin well. It didn't get wet.

I wiped the water droplets from my face and looked at Landon.

He avoided my gaze, saying only in a deep voice, "I'm doing this for your own good."

I found everything absurdly ridiculous.

I pulled out the divorce agreement from my document bag and threw it directly in Landon's face.

"Sign it."

Landon looked as if he'd heard something unbelievable.

"You're actually willing to divorce me? We once had a child together. We're already inseparable.

"When Chloe's daughter is born, I'll have her call you mom, to make up for the child we lost..."

I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, they were cold and desolate.

"Landon, of all your mistakes, you should never have kept using our child to provoke me."

I waved my hand. The Lowell family bodyguards behind me immediately understood.

They restrained Chloe. Those burly men kicked her belly with every strike.

Chloe screamed. Soon blood appeared.

Landon's eyes turned blood-red. He snatched the divorce agreement, signed his name without even looking, scrawling rapidly.

"Let her go!"

I clapped my hands together and laughed gleefully.

I wondered if this penniless man could afford to raise his seven children after the divorce.

Landon took Chloe to the hospital.

When I ran into Landon, he had just come from the direction of the operating room, his eyes bloodshot.

"What are you doing here? Did you come to see if Chloe is dead? Or to watch me suffer?"

I was here for a surgical checkup.

I didn't bother arguing with him and tried to walk around him.

He grabbed my wrist, his grip so strong it nearly crushed my bones.

"Chloe's baby couldn't be saved. It was a fully formed female fetus. You killed my daughter for the second time!"

"Let go." My stomach churned violently.

The child in my belly, perhaps knowing its birth wasn't welcomed, kept making me sick.

Seeing me like this, Landon's eyes reddened. "You hate my touch that much? I haven't even said you disgust me, so why do you find me revolting?"

Sharp, dull pain riddled my heart.

Landon really knew me-knew exactly how to stab me where it hurt most.

At that moment, a doctor approached with a report. "Mr. Cross, here are the genetic test results..."

Landon rudely interrupted him. He pointed sharply at my face and loudly proclaimed to the doctor and everyone around.

"No need to confirm! This venomous woman can't have children herself, so she had someone kick Chloe's four-month-old daughter to death! She's a murderer!"

The surrounding crowd instantly erupted.

"Can't have her own, so she won't let others have theirs either."

"No wonder her husband doesn't want her..."

A flash of satisfaction crossed Landon's eyes. He lowered his voice, his tone cruel.

"Yvonne, kneel down in front of everyone and apologize to Chloe. Otherwise, I don't mind making things even more humiliating for you."

Landon pulled out his phone and showed me a video.

These videos-Landon had kept them all along.

Those terrible, disgusting memories flooded back into my mind.

I crouched down, hugging myself tightly, my whole body convulsing.

"Yvonne, Yvonne, don't scare me..."

My body felt light. I fell into a familiar embrace.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw Landon sitting by my hospital bed, looking somewhat exhausted.

Seeing me awake, his eyes reddened.

"You fool, I just wanted you to soften up a bit. How could I really do that..."

I smiled bleakly, finding it all meaningless.

"Landon, we've loved each other for so many years, yet we've become bitter enemies. You deserve full credit for that."

The hospital room door opened. Chloe walked in holding a stuffed rabbit, her eyes red.

"Honey, I just had a dream. I dreamed our daughter came to me, asking why I didn't protect her..."

Landon stood up, put his arm around Chloe's waist, and walked out while comforting her.

As he left, he paused.

"That divorce agreement-I signed it in a moment of panic. I'm treating it as invalid.

"What happened earlier was my fault, but I also hope you can apologize to Chloe for hurting her child."

Chloe curled up in Landon's arms, smirking at me provocatively.

I grabbed a vase and hurled it at Chloe.

Landon's reaction was almost instinctive. He shielded Chloe completely in his arms.

Landon turned back slowly, looking at me with eyes full of ice.

"Yvonne, I'm very disappointed in you."

The perfect couple left hand in hand.

I lay in the hospital bed, looking at Chloe's genetic test report, almost laughing out loud.

Before news of the divorce spread, Landon couldn't wait to parade around with Chloe.

We met again at an auction.

I wanted to buy a jade bracelet.

"Thirty million." I raised my paddle. The price was already very high, and competitors in the room fell silent.

From the VIP section across from me, Chloe whispered in Landon's ear. When her eyes glanced toward me, they carried undisguised provocation.

Landon's lips curved into a smile. He gestured to the auctioneer.

The entire venue instantly erupted.

"Mr. Cross bids the highest price!"

This meant that no matter how much I bid, he would outbid me, just to make his beauty smile.

In the end, he purchased the jade bracelet at an absurd sky-high price and personally placed it on Chloe's wrist.

Chloe stroked the jade on her wrist, lifted her chin at me, her voice sickeningly sweet.

"Honey, this jade really suits me. Some people-when they're old, they're just old. Nothing looks good on them."

Landon beside her not only didn't stop her but indulgently tightened his arm around her waist.

Chloe, arm in arm with him, left like a victor.

She handed me a red invitation, her smile glaring.

"Miss Lowell, in three days, Landon and I are getting married. You absolutely must come witness our happiness!"

I accepted it, my fingers casually flicking the invitation. "Sure."

Turning around, I made a phone call, my tone calm.

"You won that bet from seven years ago. When my marital status changes to 'widowed,' come marry me."

I had wanted to part ways amicably with Landon, but he kept indulging Chloe's provocations.

He seemed to have forgotten-I always seek revenge. I never swallow my anger.

Three days later, I arrived at the wedding as promised.

The wedding was extremely lavish. Chloe's seven children served as flower children.

The venue was packed with guests, but the atmosphere was strange.

Landon remarrying after betraying his wife-these social elites didn't want to wade into this mess. It was only because I had my assistant send out invitations widely that they felt compelled to come.

The moment I stepped into the banquet hall, the noise stopped abruptly. All eyes focused on me.

Seeing me, Chloe's eyes flashed with cold light. Then she clapped her hands. "Let's show everyone something interesting!"

The large screen at the wedding lit up.

It was a video of me being abused by Landon's rival gang years ago.

My body was covered in blood and filthy fluids, like a broken doll.

In the video, I screamed shrilly, "Kill me! Kill me!"

Those men cackled with laughter.

"Mr. Cross didn't tell us to kill you. He wants to keep you alive and record this video. That's the only way he can really control you."

Countless midnight dreams, I would dream of this scene.

Back then, I didn't believe those events were orchestrated by Landon. I thought my memory was confused.

But that day in the hospital, I saw on Landon's phone the video that should have been destroyed.

Only then did I realize with horror that the man I had loved for so many years had always been a demon.

When the video ended, the entire venue fell deathly silent.

Only Landon frantically questioned Chloe. "Who gave you permission to show this video? Yvonne will have a breakdown!"

For the first time, Chloe saw such a terrifying Landon. She shook her head in panic. "I didn't know..."

Under everyone's gaze, I walked step by step toward Landon.

I tossed him a wooden box and sneered mockingly.

"Congratulations on your wedding, Mr. Cross."

Landon's face turned deathly pale. After seeing what was in the box, his eyes nearly split with rage.