I Gave Birth to Two Snakes

The moment I married into the dynasty, my billionaire husband, Damian Blackwood, basically locked me in our bedroom for seven straight days.
He didn't let up until the pregnancy test finally showed two bright pink lines. Then, without a word, he was gone.
He never once came back to see me during the entire pregnancy.
But to the outside world, I was the most envied woman alive. A million-dollar monthly allowance isn't something every trophy wife gets, after all. And when the doctors announced I was carrying twin boys, my stock soared even higher.
I was practically giddy, dreaming of the perfect future that lay ahead.
But when the day finally came, when I actually gave birth… I refused to let Damian see the children. I would have died first.
He returned, his brow furrowed into that familiar, intimidating line.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice dripping with ice. "Did you give birth to someone else's bastards?"
Bastards? Hah. If only it were that simple.
I gave birth to two snakes.
And how in the hell was I supposed to tell him that?

1
The positive test was still warm in my hand when Damian left the country to manage his sprawling international conglomerate. For ten long months, I didn't see his face. Not once.
He only relented as my due date approached, promising he would fly back to see his sons.
But, of course, things didn't go according to plan. I went into labor early.
The day I gave birth, the entire private medical team I’d hired stood frozen in shock. No one moved. No one even tried to pick up the babies.
A thousand horrible scenarios flooded my mind. "Are they stillborn? Deformed? What is it?"
I didn't dare look down between my legs.
The head physician, his face the color of chalk, just stared at me and shook his head.
It wasn't until I felt a slick, cold slithering against my inner thigh that I knew something was terribly, fundamentally wrong.
My gaze dropped. Coiled between my legs were two small snakes, one jet black, the other pure white.
A scream tore from my throat, and I scrambled back so violently I tumbled off the delivery bed, landing in a heap on the floor. This couldn't be happening. My deepest, most primal fear was snakes.
"Where are my babies?!" I shrieked, grabbing the doctor's sleeve in a crazed grip.
The poor man looked like he was about to burst into tears. "M-Mrs. Blackwood... we saw them come out of you with our own eyes! I swear it! The security footage will prove it!"
He showed me the monitor. The high-definition video was horrifyingly clear. The world tilted, and then everything went black.
Thank God the labor came early. If Damian had returned on schedule and found out I’d given birth to a pair of serpents, he would have probably snapped my neck without a second thought.
I would have preferred giving birth to actual bastards, even if one came out black and the other white. Anything but this. Anything but one black snake and one white snake.
If they were human, Damian would have just thrown me out, probably too disgusted to even demand back the fortune he'd spent on me.
But snakes... this wasn't just a betrayal painted by a cheating wife. This was a cosmic joke, a metaphysical slap in the face.
I paid the medical team an exorbitant sum for their silence and had every last second of audio and video scrubbed.
Alone, I stared into the glass terrarium where my two… snake-babies… were sleeping. I had to think.
They couldn't stay.
I had no idea how a human being could give birth to egg-laying reptiles, but that wasn't the point. The most critical thing right now was to protect Damian's reputation.
Which, by extension, meant protecting my bank account.
The doctors were bought. The story was simple: a difficult birth, and tragically, the twins did not survive.
Plan in place, I waited for the cover of darkness. I carried the small case to a secluded, moonlit clearing in the woods—a place that felt strangely peaceful—and set the two snakes free.
When it was done, I collapsed into bed and fell into a dead sleep.
Sometime in the deep of the night, a creeping cold touched my fingertips. I mumbled, thinking the AC was on too high. I reached for the remote on the nightstand, but my hand brushed against something smooth, cool, and impossibly large.
"AHH!"
I shot upright, scrambling backward until my head slammed against the headboard with a sickening thud.

2
There they were. Two little snakes, one black, one white. The black one was coiled on my desk, and the white one was on the nightstand, right next to the remote control. The very thing I had just touched.
My breath hitched. "Who... who let you back in? I released you! How did you find your way back here?"
Thump! Thump!
The little white snake lowered its head and deliberately bumped the temperature-up button on the remote. Twice. The room warmed by a few degrees, and the chill in my hands and feet began to fade.
My jaw dropped.
In the next second, the white snake launched itself into the air.
"NO!" I screamed, throwing my arms over my head, bracing for the bite.
I waited. Nothing happened. Peeking through my fingers, I saw him coiled beside his brother on the floor in front of me. Between them lay a pair of thick, fuzzy socks.
The two tiny snake heads bumped against each other with a soft thwack. It was like they were saying, "Hugs!"
My mouth hung open.
Hesitantly, I reached for the socks.
The moment my fingers got close, both of their tails began to wag furiously, like excited puppies. The sudden movement startled me, and I snatched my hand back. I remembered reading somewhere that a rattling tail was a sign a snake was about to strike.
Seeing my fear, they immediately stopped. Their tails went perfectly still.
I tried again, extending my hand slowly. This time, they just watched me with wide, unblinking eyes. It wasn't until I had the warm socks on my feet that their tails erupted into a frenzy of joyful wagging again.
Was I crazy, or did I just see pure happiness on the faces of two snakes?
Wait a minute… this behavior seemed less like a reptile and more like… a dog.
My hand trembling, I cautiously reached out. If they bit me, they bit me. It wasn't like they had any fangs yet.
To my astonishment, the little white one nuzzled against my wrist, a soft, dry friction. When I didn't pull away, he gracefully coiled around my arm, settling like a living bracelet of white jade.
The little black one started wagging his tail so hard his whole body wiggled. I offered him my other hand, and he eagerly slithered onto it, mirroring his brother.
Well, great. Now I had a matching set of bracelets.
Watching them sway their little heads back and forth, I swallowed hard. I gently tapped them each on their little puppy—I mean, snake—heads.
Their eyes squeezed shut in what looked like pure bliss.
I sighed, a tear of helpless affection rolling down my cheek.
Fine. They were mine, after all. What was I supposed to do, throw them out for good?
I started looking up guides on how to care for exotic pets. But it turned out my two little guys weren't picky at all. They’d devour sea cucumber and abalone with the same gusto as they would fried chicken and pancakes. They were tough, resilient, and surprisingly low-maintenance.
Before I knew it, I was raising them like a pair of scaly puppies.
But in my newfound domestic bliss, I’d forgotten one crucial detail.
Damian was still coming home to see his children.
One afternoon, I was leisurely trying to weave the two of them into a decorative braid when the housekeeper’s frantic shout echoed through the hall.
"Ma'am! The master's plane lands at eight tomorrow morning! He'll be here by the afternoon!"
I fell out of my chair.

3
I was a woman on a mission. I raced to the maternity ward of the city's most exclusive hospital, sliding to a halt beside the bed of a woman who had just given birth to healthy twin boys.
"Blank check," I said, my voice shaking with desperation as I shoved it into her hand. "Fill in any number you want. Just let me adopt your sons."
Her eyes widened at the check, and she swallowed hard.
She agreed.
The day Damian returned, I hid my little black and white snakes in a secure room and sat on the bed, cradling the two human babies, doing my best impression of a tired new mother.
He walked in, as cold and regal as ever. His eyes, which usually only held interest for financial reports and the continuation of his bloodline, flickered over me. Seeing my face, which I'd dusted with white powder to look pale and weak, he offered me a black credit card.
"You've worked hard," he said.
The babies bore a passing resemblance to both of us. It was the best I could do on short notice. Damian held them, one in each arm, his expression unreadable.
His mother, my mother-in-law, was overcome with emotion. Tears streamed down her face. "Finally... the Blackwood line is secure. Vivian, you are our family's greatest hero!"
I managed a weak, embarrassed laugh. "Oh, it was nothing..." Just please, please don't look in the basement, I prayed silently.
"Vivian," Damian's voice cut through the celebration, low and sharp. "Are you certain these are my children?"
The air froze in my lungs. My mother-in-law, in the middle of dabbing her eyes, went rigid. Her tear-streaked face turned towards me.
"Vivian," she asked, her voice suddenly brittle. "These are... Damian's sons?"

4
I was sure. I had contacts in every major hospital, every maternity ward. This woman's children were the closest match to Damian and me out of all the newborns available.
I squared my shoulders. "Of course they are!"
"Are you certain?" Damian's voice dropped an octave, laced with something dangerous.
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. I'd heard the rumors about his ruthless nature before we were married, but my direct contact with him had been limited to that first delirious week and the monthly wire transfers. I had never truly been on the receiving end of his intimidating presence.
Now, the hairs on my arms were standing on end.
"Y-yes, of course I am."
"Fine." He placed the babies back in the bassinet and glanced at his watch. "Schedule a paternity test."
"What?!"

5
In the sterile hallway of the genetics lab, I sat pretending to be calm. In reality, my hands were twisting the fabric of my skirt into a wrinkled mess.
I couldn't understand it. The boys I'd chosen were a perfect blend. They had my eyes and his jawline. How could he suspect, right off the bat, that they weren't his? Was he secretly hoping for something… not quite human?
I stole a glance at him. He was leaning against the opposite wall, a picture of casual indifference. But even with that blank expression, an aura of pure pressure rolled off him, making it hard to breathe.
If he found out the truth… I didn't even want to imagine how I would die.
My phone vibrated. A text from the head of the medical team I'd bribed.
【It's done, Mrs. Blackwood.】
A small bit of the tension eased from my shoulders. I deleted the message.
When the results came back, they were exactly what I'd paid for.
Paternity confirmed.
I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. Damian took the report, his eyes scanning the page.
I forced a few tears, dabbing at my eyes. "See, darling? I would never lie to you."
He gave me a long, unreadable look. Then, he tore the paternity test into pieces and dropped them into the trash can.
Without another word, he turned and walked away.
I was left standing there, stunned. He was the one who was wrong, who had baselessly accused me, and I didn't even get an apology?
But I didn't have time to dwell on it. My real babies were still locked in the basement, waiting for their dinner.
I gathered my purse and hurried out of the lab.
Damian's limousine was parked right at the curb. He was holding the passenger door open. But before I could take a single step, a stunning woman in a jade-green silk dress swept past me and slid into the seat.
He leaned in, his face softening as he spoke to her. The hard edges of his features, the ones always present when he looked at me, seemed to melt away.
I froze, the world narrowing to that single, intimate moment.
Suddenly, a rumor I’d heard before marrying him came rushing back. That Damian had an old flame, the one that got away. But his mother had never approved. My mother-in-law wanted a woman who could guarantee heirs for the Blackwood dynasty, and this woman, with her delicate frame, looked anything but fertile. They had fought bitterly over it, until his mother's threats finally wore him down.
And I was the compromise. I was the wife he’d settled for.
At the time, I hadn’t cared. I was only in it for the money.
But now, it all clicked into place. Damian never really cared if the babies were his or not. He was just looking for a way to needle me, a way to punish me for not being her. It also explained why he’d been so quick to demand a test. In his mind, I was already the kind of woman who would cheat. It was a slap in the face to his mother, a way of saying, See what you made me marry?
Thinking of that first week, his insatiable, almost punishing desire, it all felt like a bitter irony now.
No matter how you sliced it, being so thoroughly distrusted… it hurt.
Even if… even if I couldn't exactly explain giving birth to two snakes.
I shook my head, clearing the thoughts away. Whatever. I had four children at home waiting for me.
I hailed a cab and sped home.
But the scene that greeted me when I walked through the door made my blood run cold.
Pointing a shaking finger at the two extra children standing in my living room, I gasped, "Who are you?!"

6
Two toddlers stood before me, one with a shock of pure white hair, the other with hair as black as night.
I sprinted down to the basement.
The terrarium was empty. My little snakes were gone.
"Mommy!"
The two boys rushed forward and threw their arms around my legs. "We can change shape now!"
Demon snakes were clearly built different. The human twins were still helpless infants in their cribs, but Onyx and Albus—as I’d secretly named them—already looked like they were three years old.
Thank God Damian wasn't home.
I hustled them up to my bedroom, my mind reeling from this new "disaster."
"Listen to me, boys," I said, gripping their little hands. "Now that you can do this, you can't stay here. If Damian finds out, all three of us will be in terrible danger. I'll buy you a house right now. You have to move out. Immediately."
"So, the rumors were true. You really did have another man's children."
The bedroom door swung open. Standing there was the woman from the car, Sylvia, dangling a key from her finger.
"How did you get in here?!" I demanded, instinctively shoving the boys behind me.
She smirked, a cruel, triumphant twist of her lips. "Damian gave me a key long before he ever met you. In the grand scheme of things, sweetheart, you're the one who's trespassing."
Her eyes fell on the boys hiding behind my legs. "My, my. They're already so big, aren't they? No wonder Damian was suspicious. You didn't just cheat on him, you brought your bastards into his home! You have some nerve! Mrs. Blackwood!" she called out, her voice ringing through the house.
"Wait!" I lunged, trying to clamp a hand over her mouth.
She sidestepped me effortlessly.
"MRS. BLACKWOOD!" she bellowed, marching towards the stairs.
I spun around, desperate to hide the boys, but it was too late.
And then, to my absolute horror, I saw him.
Damian was walking up the main staircase, just as my mother-in-law was descending from the top floor. They were converging on my location.
The blood in my veins turned to ice.

7
I planted myself in the doorway, a human shield. No matter what Sylvia said or did, I wouldn't move.
"I said, get out of my way!" she shrieked, grabbing a fistful of my hair.
I twisted her wrist, shoving her back. It was just a push, barely enough to create space, but she stumbled dramatically, collapsing to the floor in a heap.
"Ah..." she whimpered, fat tears instantly welling in her eyes. "Damian... it hurts..."
"Vivian."
Damian’s voice was steel. A powerful hand gripped my arm and yanked me aside. As I stumbled, the crumpled form of Sylvia on the floor shot a leg out, tripping me.
I went down hard. My forehead cracked against the sharp corner of the newel post at the bottom of the stairs.
A curtain of red instantly blurred my vision.
Damian, his back to me, was already pushing open the bedroom door.
"No..." I gasped, my voice a weak whisper. "Don't!"

8
The door swung open. Everyone froze.
The room was empty. There were no children. Not even a snake.
"That's... that's impossible..." Sylvia scrambled to her feet, her face a mask of disbelief as she stared into the vacant room. "Impossible! I saw them! One with black hair, one with white! They looked at least three years old! She even said if Damian found out, the three of them were doomed!"
"Vivian, you..."
Damian's brow furrowed as he turned to face me. The anger in his eyes vanished, replaced by shock. "Vivian?!"
My head was spinning. The world was a dizzying smear of red. Seeing that the room was empty, my last ounce of strength gave out, and I collapsed completely.
When I woke up, Damian was sitting by my bedside.
"The doctor said it's a mild concussion. You'll be fine with some rest."
I reached up, my fingers brushing against the gauze on my forehead. "Thank you, Mr. Blackwood."
He hesitated, looking uncharacteristically awkward. "I... I didn't mean to pull you that hard."
"It doesn't matter," I said, my voice flat. "If you want to be with your old flame, that's fine. I can step aside."
He looked stunned.
"But you shouldn't take your anger out on me just because you couldn't marry her. The fact that you two aren't together is not my fault."
"Vivian... I..."
"You should go, Damian." I closed my eyes, shutting him out.
After a long silence, I heard him sigh, followed by the soft click of the door closing.
The moment he was gone, two small figures darted out from under the bed.
"If we knew Mommy was going to get hurt, we wouldn't have turned back into snakes to escape," Albus whispered.
"That's right!" Onyx added, his little fists clenched. "My fangs are grown in now! I could have bitten that mean lady!"
Seeing their tear-streaked faces, I sighed and pulled them into a hug. "Onyx, Albus... this place isn't safe for us anymore. We have to leave."

9
I married Damian for money. My part of the deal was to produce an heir; his was to provide financial security. It was a simple transaction.
But being subjected to baseless accusations and physical harm? That was a workplace injury.
And I was quitting.
As for the two human boys I'd adopted, I knew Damian would probably lose interest in them anyway. I sighed. I would take them with me.
I hired a nanny to take them to a safe location ahead of me. Then, I convinced Onyx and Albus to change back into their snake forms and hide in a small, ventilated travel case.
With my suitcase in one hand and the case in the other, I waited until the house was empty. Then, taking the millions I had earned through this miserable ordeal, I walked out without a second thought.
But the car I'd hired didn't follow the route to the airport. It took a sharp, unfamiliar turn.
My nerves screamed. "Driver! Where are you taking me?"
"I think that's my line."
The driver, who had been wearing a low-brimmed baseball cap, tilted his head up. His eyes met mine in the rearview mirror.
It was Damian.
"Where," he asked, his voice dangerously calm, "did you think you were going with my children?"
My eyes went wide. I grabbed the case with Onyx and Albus and lunged for the door handle.
An iron grip clamped onto the back of my collar and hauled me back into the seat. Damian's strength was overwhelming. Before I could even struggle, he had me pinned across his lap.
"Who told you I had an old flame?" he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.
His body was pressed against mine, and I could feel the hard ridge of his arousal. My mind, which had been frantically searching for an escape, went completely blank.
Because... wait a minute.
That feeling.
There were...
Two of them?

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