They Disposed of My Defective Son So I Gave Birth to Four Heirs to Take Everything
Only the daughter from his first marriage was perfect, and he adored her for it.
The son I bore him—the sweet, challenged boy I loved—was thrown to his death by that same daughter. Then, she stabbed me, her voice a venomous whisper in my ear. “So what if you had a son? He was a defective. He was never going to be a Croft.”
Now, I’m back. Reborn in a moment before the end, and this time, I’ve woken up with something new. A power I’ll call the Legacy System.
The System allows me to conceive with ease. More than that, it lets me choose the sex and the intelligence of my children.
This time, I will give Arthur Croft a litter of brilliant, perfect sons.
1
I returned to find my son’s body on the polished marble floor.
Sophie, Arthur’s daughter, stood over him, a triumphant smirk on her face. “It’s what he deserved,” she said, her voice chillingly casual. “A defective thing like that has no place here.”
I collapsed, gathering my little boy into my arms, the sheer force of my hatred a physical blow.
The crack of my palm against her cheek echoed in the cavernous foyer.
In the life that was stolen from me, this girl, Sophie, was the one who ended me with a knife. This time, I would settle that debt.
She struggled against my grip, her arrogance melting into a child’s panicked tears. “Dad, help me! This psycho is attacking me!”
Arthur appeared in seconds, his tailored suit unruffed, his expression unreadable. He saw our son, lifeless in my arms, and his face showed no flicker of pain. His first instinct was for her.
“Are you all right, Sophie?”
Arthur is my husband. He was always kind to me, in his own distant way. I was, after all, the only woman who had ever given him a son. The fact that the boy had developmental issues, that he could never inherit the Croft empire, was a constant, unspoken tragedy between us.
“What’s going on? Who is bullying my granddaughter?”
His mother, Mrs. Croft, swept into the room. Seeing me on the floor, she marched over, her hand raised to strike.
I caught her wrist, my grip like iron. “She killed my son. Don’t I have the right to touch her?”
In my last life, I was a doormat. I absorbed every slight from Sophie, every backhanded comment from her grandmother, and said nothing. Not again.
“He’s dead, so he’s dead. He was a defective,” Mrs. Croft said, her voice utterly devoid of warmth. “Sophie was just… cleaning house. Culling a useless person from the Croft line.”
I looked at Arthur. He remained silent.
Sophie, emboldened, jutted out her chin. “Grandma’s right. Useless things should be disposed of. I’m the future heir to the Croft legacy. I have the right to make these decisions.” She turned her angelic, deceitful face to her father. “Dad, since this woman can’t give you a smart child either, why don’t you just get rid of her?”
My heart seized. I couldn’t leave.
The Crofts were titans in this city, their fortune woven into its very foundations. To be cast out was to be erased, to be left with nothing.
“Arthur,” I said, my voice shaking but clear. “I can give you a brilliant son.”
His head snapped toward me, his eyes wide with disbelief. Even his mother paused, her cold fury replaced by a flicker of intense curiosity.
Arthur had been with many women, fathered many children. All of them, save Sophie, were born with severe cognitive or physical disabilities. He’d had them all… taken care of. Quietly institutionalized and erased from the family record.
He dreamed of a healthy son to carry on the family name, a tradition of male primogeniture that stretched back generations. His generation was the first to falter.
But now, I had the Legacy System.
Just moments ago, a voice had bloomed in my mind: [Host, you have been activated. If you use the Legacy System to bear Arthur Croft four children, your mission will be complete. You will be granted infinite wealth.]
[Furthermore, you can use this system for vengeance. You may bear as many children as you desire, and you may determine their sex and level of intelligence at will.]
I had agreed without a second’s hesitation. I would have my revenge, and I would complete my mission.
2.
“Dad, don’t listen to her,” Sophie pleaded, rushing to his side. “How could she possibly guarantee a smart son? That’s not something you can just decide to do.”
Arthur’s brief flicker of hope died. He looked at me, his expression hardening. “You already gave me a son with problems. That suggests any others would be the same.” He sighed, a gesture of finality. “But you were always the most obedient of my wives, and the only one to give me a boy at all. I’ll give you two million dollars. It’s time for you to leave.”
He turned to walk away.
I scrambled forward and wrapped my arms around his leg, looking up at him with every ounce of conviction I possessed. “Trust me one more time. I promise you, I can do this. If I fail, if the child isn’t perfect, you can throw me out then. It won’t be too late.”
“You manipulative bitch,” Sophie spat, trying to kick me away.
But Arthur stopped her. He looked down at me, his voice a low murmur. “You’re sure?”
“I swear it.”
My certainty caught his mother’s attention. A flame of desperate hope ignited in her eyes. “If you can actually do it,” she said slowly, “then I will finally accept you as my daughter-in-law.”
Arthur was swayed. “Fine,” he said. “We’ll try.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding and tightened my grip on my son’s cooling body. Don’t worry, my love, I thought. Mommy will make them all pay.
Sophie threw a tantrum. “Dad, you can’t believe her! She’s lying to you!”
“Sophie,” I whispered, my voice trembling with practiced vulnerability. “I know you’ve always been afraid a brother would challenge your position as heir. Don’t worry. I would never let him compete with you.”
I saw a flash of pity in Arthur’s eyes. He bent down and pulled me into his arms, then looked coldly at his daughter.
“That’s enough!” he snapped. “Whether she can do it or not is not for you to decide. We will find out soon enough. And if it is a boy, and if he is healthy… he will be the Croft heir.”
The color drained from Sophie’s face. She opened her mouth to argue but choked on the words, silenced by her father’s authority.
I hid a smirk against Arthur’s chest.
You want the inheritance so badly, Sophie? I will make sure you never see a single dime.
3.
My promise to produce an heir transformed my status overnight. Arthur’s demeanor toward me softened, and he even arranged a lavish funeral for our son.
At the cemetery, Sophie glared at me, her eyes burning with a hatred so intense it was almost palpable. I ignored her, tightening my grip on Arthur’s arm. In my mind, I whispered to my lost child: Rest now, my sweet boy. Mommy’s work is just beginning.
“Darling,” I said to Arthur as we walked back to the car. “Let’s start trying again. Tonight.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “All right, Vivi. I’ll trust you this one time. If you can really give me a high-IQ son, I’ll give you the world.”
“I will,” I promised.
Later that day, I found Sophie waiting for me in the rose garden.
Her expression was venomous. “Don’t get too comfortable. When you fail to produce a boy, my father will throw you out so fast your head will spin. And you will fail. After all, it’s his genes that are defective.”
“If his genes are defective,” I said, stepping closer until we were inches apart, “then how are you so perfect?”
Panic flared in her eyes. She stammered, “I… I misspoke.”
In that instant, everything clicked into place. The cold, brutal truth of it settled in my gut. Of course. That was why all of Arthur’s other children had problems. His genetics were flawed. And if Sophie was perfectly healthy… it meant she wasn’t his daughter at all.
I said nothing more and walked away, leaving her flustered and exposed.
That night, Arthur and I were together. I asked him about the genetic issue, and he admitted he’d been undergoing treatments for years. He believed the problem was likely resolved by now. It didn’t matter to me. Even if his genes were still a mess, the System would correct for it.
Afterward, as I lay in the dark, the System’s voice echoed in my mind: [Host, a fertilized egg has implanted. You may now select its sex and intelligence level.]
Without hesitation, I gave my command. Boy. High intelligence.
I had already lost one son. This next one, and all the ones to follow, would have the world at their feet. They would live the life their older brother never could.
4.
A month later, the test was positive. I was pregnant.
Arthur was ecstatic. He lifted me up and spun me around the living room, laughing with pure, unadulterated joy. “This is it, Vivi! I love you! The Croft heir is on his way!”
“I hope it’s a boy,” he murmured against my hair.
“Dad, aren’t you afraid she’ll just pop out another defective one?” Sophie’s voice cut through the moment like a shard of glass. She turned to her grandmother. “Grandma, you know Dad has genetic problems. That’s a fact. So this baby of hers is guaranteed to be a defective, too!”
“But if Arthur’s genes are the problem,” I asked softly, “how did you turn out so perfectly normal?”
I couldn’t believe she’d be foolish enough to fall into the same trap twice.
The expressions on Arthur and his mother’s faces soured as the same realization dawned on them. The air grew thick with suspicion.
Just as Arthur was about to speak, his ex-wife, Eleanor, swept into the room.
“The doctors explained this years ago,” she said smoothly, coming to her daughter’s rescue. “They said that even with Arthur’s condition, there’s a small chance of a child being born without any issues. Sophie was just our miracle.” She shot a sharp, warning glance at Sophie.
Sophie quickly caught on. “Right! Besides, I look just like Dad. How could I not be his daughter?” She rounded on me, her voice dripping with accusation. “I see what you’re doing, Vivian. You’re trying to drive a wedge between us!”
“No, I’m not,” I whispered, shrinking back into Arthur’s arms. “Arthur, you believe me, don’t you? I would never.”
I knew my husband’s weakness: he had a savior complex. He was drawn to fragile women.
As expected, he tightened his hold on me, his protective instincts kicking in. He glared at Eleanor and Sophie. “That’s enough. I don’t want to hear another word about my genes in front of her. I have faith that Vivi’s baby will be perfectly healthy.”
But later, in the privacy of our bedroom, his confidence wavered. I saw the worry etched on his face.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, my voice a soothing balm. “Don’t worry, Arthur. This child is perfect. I have a friend who’s a doctor, a specialist with cutting-edge equipment. She already ran some preliminary tests for me.”
His eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Of course,” I lied smoothly. “It’s a healthy baby.”
Relief washed over him. He pulled me close, kissing me again and again, his eyes wet with grateful tears. He cared so much about this child. I would use that devotion to control him completely.
The Croft fortune, the Croft legacy—everything would belong to my sons.
The next morning, Sophie brought me a glass of milk. She was smiling, a saccharine, unsettling expression. “Aunt Vivian, I’m so sorry for how I’ve been acting. Please accept this as an apology.”
I looked at the milk. Does she really think I’m that stupid? I knew it was drugged.
But I smiled back at her, thanked her, and drank every last drop.
Minutes later, a searing pain ripped through my abdomen. Blood streamed down my thighs. I collapsed onto the floor, screaming for help.
Sophie stood over me, spitting on the floor beside my head. “There goes your precious baby,” she sneered, her voice full of laughter. “Hahaha! Let’s see how you win my father’s favor now.”
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