The Billionaire's Accidental Baby

My boyfriend took his childhood sweetheart on a trip around the world.

Three months later, he stared at my slightly bulging belly and angrily questioned, Who the hell did you sleep with?!

I didn't answer, secretly glancing at his best friend.

Liam froze for a second, then punched him in the face.

Arthur, who was originally enjoying the show, was stunned by the punch.

After recovering, he also punched Liam in the face.

"Are you fucking crazy! I didn't sleep with her!"

...

They traded punches back and forth.

I calmly left the private room.

I slapped my belly, and it instantly became flat.

Who said I was pregnant?

I just ate too much for dinner!

To avoid being harassed by calls, I blocked both Liam's and Arthur's numbers on my way home.

I was lying in the bathtub taking a beauty bath.

Just as I was getting drowsy, a message from an unknown number startled me awake. The content was concise:

Open the door in one minute! Otherwise I'll tear down your crappy door!

Liam is the type to act, not talk, so this was clearly Arthur's style.

Arthur is petty and vengeful.

I knew he would come looking to settle the score, but I didn't expect him to come this fast.

Knowing him, his threat to tear down the door was definitely not an empty one.

So I chickened out.

Taking a bath, need five minutes.

Arthur replied instantly: Fine! I'll give you five minutes!

I didn't dare delay, hurriedly standing up from the bathtub to rinse off the bubbles.

After drying off, I slipped on a slip dress and went to open the door.

The moment the door opened, Arthur, who was about to explode with rage, froze for a second as his gaze landed on my exposed skin, then he roared exasperatedly.

"Can't you wear proper clothes?!"

I looked innocent: "I just finished showering and am getting ready for bed. Isn't this what I should wear?"

Arthur choked, decisively changing the subject.

"Why did you tell Liam that I knocked you up?"

I innocently asked back: "Wasn't it you who knocked me up?!"

Among all of Liam's friends, Arthur is the one I get along with the least.

The reason is simple: I hate his pettiness and sharp tongue, and he hates my fake, "green tea" persona.

During the three months Liam accompanied his childhood sweetheart on a trip around the world, Arthur hovered around me constantly like a ghost, claiming he was afraid I'd put horns on his best friend.

If he hadn't made me unhappy, I wouldn't have turned my anger into appetite, eating 120% full every single meal.

Arthur hopped mad with anger.

"I haven't even touched a single finger of yours, how could I have knocked you up?"

"Immaculate conception?!"

I smiled without saying a word, suddenly reaching out to wrap my arms around his neck, exhaling softly.

"Haven't I touched you now?"

Arthur froze for a moment, then jumped back as if he had been burned, shaking off my hands.

"What are you doing?!"

Watching his ears turn completely red in a second, my smile grew even brighter.

"Doing... you!"

Arthur's expression could be described as dumbfounded. He stammered, "You, you, you, have you no shame!"

I smiled nonchalantly: "You've said that phrase many times already. Can you come up with something fresh?"

Arthur gritted his teeth in anger, dropped the line "A good man doesn't fight with a woman," and left furiously.

But he hadn't taken a few steps before he turned back.

I raised an eyebrow at him: "Mr. Sterling, is there anything else?"

Arthur asked in an unreadable tone: "Are you really pregnant?"

"Can't you see for yourself?"

I stuck out my belly, even deliberately puffing it up.

Arthur glanced down, his face instantly turning even darker.

"Chloe, you are so dead!"

"Liam might not take you seriously, but if you dare to cheat on him, just wait for your family to go bankrupt!"

I didn't panic at all, touching his collar and asking with a beaming smile: "Couldn't you help me out?"

In terms of economic strength, the Sterling family is on par with Liam's family.

In terms of background and connections, the Sterling family is even better.

Arthur laughed out of anger. He pinched my chin, examining me from side to side:

"Why should I help you? I haven't even settled the score with you for falsely accusing me!"

I said shamelessly: "Of course, it's because I'm special in your heart."

Arthur laughed even louder.

"Which eye of yours saw that you are special in my heart?"

I stated it as a matter of fact: "You stare at me every day. Isn't it because I'm special in your heart?"

Arthur retorted angrily: "I stare at you because I can't stand you and want to find fault with you, understand?!"

I was unabashed: "Do you find fault with others as much as you do with me?"

Arthur was speechless.

I smiled smugly: "And you still say I'm not special."

Arthur's face turned green and pale; he was probably furious.

I decided to add fuel to the fire, gently rubbing my thumb over his nicely shaped lips, teasing ambiguously.

"Mr. Sterling, you couldn't possibly be in love with me without knowing it, could you?"

Arthur's face instantly flushed to an unbelievable degree. Angry out of embarrassment, he forcefully swatted my hand away.

"Liam won't let you off!"

He dropped a harsh threat on behalf of Liam and left in a somewhat flustered manner.

It felt very much like running away.

I crossed my arms, curling my lips in a cold smile.

Stupid boy!

Although Arthur is arrogant and domineering, he's still an innocent boy, so he can't handle being teased.

However, he was right about one thingLiam is indeed someone I cannot afford to offend.

And he is absolutely not the type to swallow his pride after being cheated on.

Liam is the heir to a hundred-billion-dollar empire; my family's assets couldn't even match a fraction of his.

If he was dead set on taking revenge, my family would indeed be completely powerless to fight back.

But what does that matter?

My family's assets belong to my dad, my stepmom, and their son and daughter; it has absolutely nothing to do with me.

The only thing I need to worry about is that after Liam dumps me, my dad will force me to marry a perverted old man older than he is.

As for that, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

Less than half a minute after I closed the door, the doorbell rang again.

I thought Arthur had returned and opened the door without a second thought.

I didn't expect to be met with Liam's gloomy face; the teasing words died in my throat.

Without a word, Liam grabbed my arm, dragged me inside, and forcefully pinned me against the wall in the entryway.

He pinched my face hard, questioning me through gritted teeth: "Who the hell did you sleep with?!"

Liam is a calm and restrained person; it's rare to see him express his emotions openly.

I'm amazing; I successfully made him lose his cool twice today.

I couldn't break free, so I stomped hard on his foot.

"No comment!"

Liam felt the pain, and his grip loosened slightly.

I took the opportunity to break free and ran towards the living room.

But he quickly caught up, picked me up by the waist from behind, and walked straight towards the bedroom.

He threw me onto the bed, then climbed on top of me.

I gave up my futile struggle, lying on the bed as if accepting my fate.

"If you don't think it's dirty, then come on."

Liam froze. His angry gaze fell on my lower abdomen, and his fury instantly overcame his lust. He lost control and grabbed me by the neck.

"I'll give you three days to get rid of the bastard in your belly! Otherwise, don't blame me for not giving you a chance!"

He let go of me and stood up, as if he had touched something dirty.

I sat up, looking at him expressionlessly.

"I say we break up."

Liam's hand, which was adjusting his collar, paused slightly. A flash of surprise crossed his face, but it was replaced by mockery and contempt the next second.

"What right do you have to say it's over?"

I glared at him defiantly: "Miss Vance is single again."

Liam loved Emily Vance for many years.

But Emily liked his older brother.

Half a year ago, his older brother died unexpectedly, and Emily has been depressed ever since.

Three months ago, to make Emily happy, Liam ignored the gossip and took her on a trip around the world.

Although marrying your deceased brother's fiance doesn't sound great, for someone as egocentric as Liam, it's not an issue at all.

Liam fixed a warning gaze on my face.

"Chloe, remember this: no one can dictate what I do."

"Even if this relationship is going to end, it will have to wait until I no longer want to continue."

"You are a smart person; you should know what to do."

My heart sank little by little to the very bottom.

He was right; I had zero control over this relationship.

Three years ago, for the sake of profit, my dad wanted to marry me off to a perverted old man in his sixties.

My eyes and brows looked similar to Emily's. When I had nowhere else to turn, I imitated Emily and seduced Liam.

Liam was very excited at the time, but after pinning me on the bed, he restrained himself.

After that, he let me stay by his side.

To please Liam, I imitated Emily in my dress, style, words, and actions.

We were boyfriend and girlfriend in name, but in reality, it was a relationship between a sugar daddy and a sugar baby.

Everyone in our circle knew this unspoken truth, and they all looked down on me because of it, especially Arthur.

But I didn't care.

Being a substitute for Emily was always better than marrying a perverted old man in his sixties.

Moreover, Liam never touched me.

I don't know what psychological reason it was, but gradually, I actually fell for Liam.

Once, when he was drunk, he promised me that he would marry me after his brother and Emily got married.

Even though I knew I was his second choice, I was still a little happy and expectant.

Because I naively believed that feelings could grow over time.

Who knew that life is unpredictable; Liam's brother actually died unexpectedly.

From the moment I heard this news, I knew that Liam would never marry me in this lifetime.

So, I have been waiting for him to dump me.

Three months ago, Liam suddenly told me he was taking Emily to travel the world.

I thought he would take the opportunity to propose a breakup, but I didn't expect he wouldn't do so. Instead, he told Arthur, who I get along with the least, to "take care" of me.

And Arthur was also crazy. He clearly could have just paid lip service to the order, but he strictly executed it, watching me every day like a prisoner.

It made me so afraid to go find male models that I could only turn my grief and anger into an appetite, gaining six pounds in three months, and even being misunderstood as being pregnant.

I highly suspect he deliberately used this method to disgust me.

This bastard is truly vicious!

Liam told me to solve the "thing" in my belly within three days. I don't have it, so of course, I don't need to solve it.

So I stayed home with peace of mind, just chilling.

At night, just as I was about to go to sleep, I received a message from Arthur.

Dead yet?

Sometimes, when you hate someone to the extreme, a different kind of feeling can arise.

So not only did I not block him, I actually started chatting with him.

Your grandma is still alive and kicking.

Arthur replied quickly: It's a miracle Liam didn't beat you to death!

I also thought it was a miracle. I called myself "grandma" and he didn't even notice.

Me: Don't worry, grandma will definitely live to a hundred.

Arthur: True, a scourge lives a thousand years. You look like someone who is very hard to kill.

Me: Grandma accepts your good wishes.

The chat box kept showing "typing..." for about half a minute before the message came through.

Arthur: What about the child?

I was stunned for a moment before I realized he was talking about the non-existent child in my belly.

I didn't expect him to actually care about this. My wicked sense of humor flared up immediately: The child is innocent, of course I'm going to have it.

Arthur: Are you crazy? Aren't you afraid Liam will really kill you!

Me: If I die, I die, what's there to be afraid of? I have nothing tying me down anyway.

My grandmother, who I cared about the most, is already gone; there is no reason for me to stay alive in this world.

Arthur didn't reply for a long time. Just when I thought he wouldn't reply anymore, he sent another message.

Arthur: Who is the man?

Me: Too many people.

Arthur: Fuck!

I really couldn't hold it back and laughed until I fell over on the sofa.

Although Arthur kept a close eye on me, he didn't follow me every single moment.

One day when he was busy, I took the opportunity to go to a bar and called a few male models to drink all night.

The next day, it was still him who dragged me out of the bar.

He must think it was that time.

I couldn't stand lying at home for a day, so the next day I went to a bar to drink my life away.

At night, Liam's people burst into the private room, dragged me out of the bar, shoved me into a car, and headed towards a private women's hospital.

After arriving at the hospital, I realized Liam had also come.

I have no weaknesses right now, plus I was drunk and lacking reason. Seeing Liam just made me furious, and I started cursing at him.

"Liam, it's one thing to covet your sister-in-law, but fucking playing the substitute game, isn't that disgusting!"

Liam didn't fly into a rage; instead, he stepped forward, grabbed my chin, and forced me to look up.

"I'll ask you one last time, whose bastard is it?"

I glared at him defiantly: "Your dad's!"

Liam laughed out of extreme anger: "Chloe, you've got guts!"

He looked at the masked doctor, "Make it clean, no need for anesthesia!"

The doctor was startled, stammering a nod: "O-okay, Mr. Davis."

I looked at him in disbelief: "Liam, you're fucking crazy!"

Liam smiled sinisterly: "Baby, you can't blame me. Who asked you not to control your own body."

"Doctor, let's begin."

The medical staff nervously gathered around.

I struggled desperately: "Liam! You can't do this! I didn't..."

"Liam!"

A playful voice came unhurriedly from the other end of the corridor.

The all-too-familiar cynical tone.

Liam looked at Arthur in confusion: "What are you doing here?"

Arthur glanced at me and said casually: "I'm the father of the child. Shouldn't I be here?"

Me: ...??!!

Liam froze for a moment, looking at Arthur in disbelief: "What do you mean?!"

Arthur shrugged apologetically: "Liam, I lied to you that day. I really am the one who knocked her up."

Me: ...

He must have been kicked in the head by a donkey!

Liam couldn't bear it anymore. He raised his fist and charged at Arthur.

Arthur didn't wait for him to hit him; he immediately took a defensive stance.

The two traded punches back and forth.

The medical staff obviously knew who Arthur was and didn't dare drag me into the operating room by force.

They all stood there at a loss.

My legs had gone soft from fear earlier, so I simply found a chair to sit down and slowly watched the show.

Arthur seemed to be trained, and his body was stronger than Liam's.

After a dozen rounds, Arthur gained the upper hand, pinning Liam firmly against the wall.

Liam was furious, his eyes bloodshot: "Arthur! I fucking treated you like a brother!"

I shook my head secretly.

Liam has been losing his cool too frequently lately; he's becoming less and less steady.

Arthur reasoned calmly: "Liam, you've gotten Miss Vance as you wished anyway. There's really no need to keep obsessing over a substitute."

"Besides, with Miss Vance's temper, she probably wouldn't allow you to keep a sugar baby on the side, would she?"

At the mention of Emily, Liam gradually calmed down.

Arthur struck while the iron was hot: "Shall we talk?"

Liam didn't agree, but he didn't refuse either.

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief and quickly winked at me: "Go back and wait for me."

I was pretty sober now, long having lost the courage to rather die than submit.

I gave Arthur a grateful look and nodded immediately: "Okay."

I quickly left the hospital and took a taxi home.

On the way, I kept thinking, why did Arthur help me?

I thought and thought, but couldn't figure it out.

Probably... love born from hate.