Chapter 3
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One chance. Just one. Felicia whispered to herself, steadying her breath as she adjusted the stiff uniform that clung too tightly to her nerves. Don’t mess this up.
Today wasn’t just another upscale event; it was the ceremony. The one that would decide her future or rip it out from under her.
The head coordinator swept into the room, clipboard in hand, voice crisp with authority.
Listen up. Mr. Daniel Andrew is signing over his one-billion-dollar inheritance to his nephew today. This ceremony must be flawless. One mistake, and you're gone.
He didn’t wait for acknowledgment. The staff nodded in silent obedience, and he disappeared through the velvet curtains.
Felicia blinked.
Giving it all to his nephew? Just like that? she muttered.
A girl beside her, barely older than she was, leaned in with a whisper.
You didn’t know? Daniel Andrew is infertile. No kids. So it all goes to the nephew.
Felicia chuckled bitterly under her breath, her fake smile hiding a flood of emotions. Infertile,? she repeated quietly. That’s what *he* said too… and yet, I’m carrying three reminders of that lie.
Across the ballroom, the crowd erupted into cheers. Flashing lights. Clinking glasses. Felicia instinctively turned away, only to freeze.
There, standing under the grand chandelier, was *him*.
Roy.
Her heart skipped. Wait… Roy? What the hell is he doing here? She whispered, panic flooding her veins. A nearby voice answered her unspoken question.
He’s Mr. Daniel’s nephew, a girl gushed from the crowd. The new heir!
Congratulations, Roy! another voice cheered.
Thanks, Roy beamed, basking in the spotlight. I’m just getting started.
Fortune favors the lucky! Someone shouted.
Roy laughed and wrapped his arm around Stella’s waist, drawing her close.No, my fortune is right here, he said, gazing into her eyes.
Stella blushed. Roy…she murmured shyly.
The greatest gift a man could ever ask for, he said smoothly. Let’s make this official, baby
Stella blinked in surprise. Roy smirked, adding with a sharp undertone, Besides, none of this would’ve happened if your father hadn’t twisted my uncle’s arm. But hey, I just needed to prove something… that *she* was never in my league.
She’s not, Roy said smoothly, placing a kiss on Stella’s hand.
Stella giggled, turning her head, only to lock eyes with *her*.
Felicia.
Champagne, Stella called out casually, a cruel smirk tugging at her lips.
Felicia, tight-lipped and burning inside, walked toward them with a silver tray trembling in her hands. Her face was unreadable, but her fingers betrayed her, cold, unsteady.
She handed Stella the tray. Stella plucked two glasses from it like she was taking a crown.
To your new empire, lover, she purred.
Thanks, baby, Roy replied, lifting his glass. They clinked it, laughing.
Felicia stood frozen, a stone amid glittering chaos. Then crash
Stella had yanked the tray from Felicia’s hands, sending glasses shattering onto the marble floor. The room gasped. Felicia’s arms were shaking, shards pricking her skin, but she didn’t flinch.
Felicia? Roy snapped, stepping closer. What the hell are you doing here? Are you stalking me now? We’re done..
Felicia opened her mouth, trying to find her voice, but he cut in, his tone dripping with venom.
No, no… let me guess, he sneered. You found out I was rich and came crawling back for cash? For your dying, gutter-trash mother?
Felicia’s breath caught in her throat. I didn’t—
Save it, he spat. You filthy w***e.
The room stiffened.
You wanna save your mom? he shouted, now facing the crowd. Strip. Right here. I’m sure someone’ll pay to screw you.
Laughter erupted. Mocking. Ugly.
Felicia’s face burned with humiliation, tears welling but refusing to fall.
You sick bastard, she choked.
Oh, I’m sick? Roy mocked, stepping closer. I wouldn’t take a penny from you if it were the last penny on earth. Please.
I’m here to work, she hissed through clenched teeth. I have nothing to do with you.
And then she slapped him. Hard.
The c***k of it silenced the room. Someone gasped. Another whispered, Oh damn.
Invite your ex to your big day… smart move, a girl muttered.
Does Roy even want to be heir? A guy asked under his breath. If Mr. Daniel sees this…
He’s a man of principle, another replied.
Roy, red with rage, lunged. He grabbed Felicia by the hair, dragging her violently.
You planned this, didn’t you? he growled. You came to ruin me! And then he shoved her. Hard.
She slammed to the ground, her head nearly hitting the wall. Instinctively, her arms wrapped around her stomach, shielding it.
People gasped. Fear rippled through the room.
I’ll teach her a lesson, Roy hissed.
Wait… Stella narrowed her eyes. Why’s she protecting her stomach?
A beat of silence. Then a gasp.
Oh my God… is she pregnant?
Murmurs broke into shock.
Pregnant?! Someone exclaimed.
Roy’s eyes widened. You cheating slut! he roared. I never touched you!
Felicia lay on the floor, breathing heavily, one hand on her stomach, her silence louder than any scream
Her voice cracked as she snapped, It’s none of your business!
But Roy was already gone, lost in a rage he couldn't contain. He lunged forward, gripping her face with one hand, his fingers digging into her jaw.
Tell me his f*****g name! he growled, veins pulsing in his neck. You really think you can humiliate me. The heir to the Andrews name, and just walk away?
She gasped, trying to wrest herself free, but his grip only tightened.
I swear, I’ll kill him. You and your bastard kid. You're done.
Then, without warning, he shoved her. Hard.
Felicia flew backward, her body slamming against the wall. Her head knocked with a dull thud, and her stomach crashed against the sharp edge of a table. She cried out, then dropped to the floor in agony.
A dark stain began to spread across her clothes.
Someone screamed. She’s bleeding!
Panic rippled through the room. Chairs scraped, gasps filled the air.
But Stella just tilted her champagne glass, sipping slowly, her eyes gleaming with quiet delight.
Roy ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily, like a storm that had finally passed.
She deserved it, he muttered. A trembling voice broke the silence. Call an ambulance! Now! She’s not responding!
On the floor, Felicia whimpered, her hands cradling her abdomen. Her breath came in shallow bursts.
My babies…she whispered, before her vision blurred and everything went still.
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