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I got pregnant after a passionate night with my brother's best friend. Then his ex—the girl who ghosted him years ago—suddenly returned.
"She vanished without a word, and now she has the nerve to show her face," Knox Harrington sneered, disgust dripping from every word.
My brother's eyes were even colder. "She's not my sister. My only sister is you—the one we rescued three years ago."
I believed them.
Until... a video of I was once abused by my adoptive parents went viral online.
My body went into shock. Trembling, I sought out the two men I trusted most in this world.
But outside their office, I froze at the sound of Mila Calloway's honeyed voice.
"Guys, posting that video might be crossing a line. Piper's pregnant, after all."
My brother blurred out: "That's exactly why we did it now. Everyone says pregnancy makes women softer—but she's still heartless enough to keep you away."
Knox snorted with a cold laugh:
"Forget about her. Like our twenty-year love could ever be threatened by someone like her? Besides, she's always been a total softie—won't do anything to harm the baby."
My nails dug into my palms as reality crashed down around me. Like a puppet with severed strings, I walked away.
Outside the company building, a taxi pulled up beside me.
"Where to, miss?"
I stared blankly for two seconds, my lips barely moving as I whispered:
"The hospital."
After the doctor's repeated confirmation, I scheduled an abortion.
The next second, Knox's phone call came through.
I didn't immediately answer as I usually would. I just stared at it silently until it stopped.
Then my brother's call came through.
Their ringtones alternated, creating a symphony that almost made them seem genuinely concerned.
I twisted my lips into a bitter smile and finally answered.
Both exhaled in relief simultaneously.
"Jesus Christ, Piper, you scared us to death. Don't worry about that video online—we've already had it taken care of," they said urgently, Knox's voice particularly breathless with anxiety.
For a moment, I desperately wanted to ask: if you hate me so much, doesn't this constant pretending exhaust you?
But the words caught in my throat, and I couldn't utter a single one.
I just gave a faint "hmm" in response.
Knox noticed my unusual behavior. "What's wrong?"
When I remained silent, my brother's voice took on a rare tone of reproach:
"Don't disappear like that again. Mom and Dad entrusted you to me, which means I'm responsible for you."
I laughed softly. So spreading videos of your actual sister's darkest moments around the world constitutes responsibility?
The year I was born, my mother gave birth in the same hospital as the Reeves family.
The Reeves were small-time con artists who'd spent their lives working every angle. Not wanting their daughter to suffer through their sketchy lifestyle, they swapped babies at the hospital—taking me instead.
That began my eighteen years of torment.
It wasn't until my mother died that they discovered I had been swapped at birth.
Dad decisively brought me home, and we settled abroad.
Mila cried and threw tantrums before eventually dumping Knox, who adored her, and running off with a race car driver.
Knox was heartbroken. That night, he drank heavily and grabbed me when I brought him hangover soup.
He wasn't drunk, and I was perfectly sober.
But we both surrendered to passion.
Three years later, today's revelation slapped me hard across the face.
Apparently, I was the only one who had truly fallen.
When I refocused, Knox's arranged car had arrived.
Back home, the servants greeted me respectfully:
"Miss Reeves."
I hesitated mid-step. Yes, I was still called Piper Reeves, not Piper Calloway.
I had once asked why my surname wasn't changed back.
Dad agreed, but my brother and Knox shook their heads.
"Piper Reeves sounds good. That's where you came from—changing it doesn't matter either way."
I believed them then, but now I understood—it wasn't about convenience; they simply didn't want to change it.
They were using a subtle yet obvious method to tell everyone, with silent understanding:
Mila Calloway was the only family member they acknowledged.
While I would forever remain an outsider.
But I no longer cared.
"She vanished without a word, and now she has the nerve to show her face," Knox Harrington sneered, disgust dripping from every word.
My brother's eyes were even colder. "She's not my sister. My only sister is you—the one we rescued three years ago."
I believed them.
Until... a video of I was once abused by my adoptive parents went viral online.
My body went into shock. Trembling, I sought out the two men I trusted most in this world.
But outside their office, I froze at the sound of Mila Calloway's honeyed voice.
"Guys, posting that video might be crossing a line. Piper's pregnant, after all."
My brother blurred out: "That's exactly why we did it now. Everyone says pregnancy makes women softer—but she's still heartless enough to keep you away."
Knox snorted with a cold laugh:
"Forget about her. Like our twenty-year love could ever be threatened by someone like her? Besides, she's always been a total softie—won't do anything to harm the baby."
My nails dug into my palms as reality crashed down around me. Like a puppet with severed strings, I walked away.
Outside the company building, a taxi pulled up beside me.
"Where to, miss?"
I stared blankly for two seconds, my lips barely moving as I whispered:
"The hospital."
After the doctor's repeated confirmation, I scheduled an abortion.
The next second, Knox's phone call came through.
I didn't immediately answer as I usually would. I just stared at it silently until it stopped.
Then my brother's call came through.
Their ringtones alternated, creating a symphony that almost made them seem genuinely concerned.
I twisted my lips into a bitter smile and finally answered.
Both exhaled in relief simultaneously.
"Jesus Christ, Piper, you scared us to death. Don't worry about that video online—we've already had it taken care of," they said urgently, Knox's voice particularly breathless with anxiety.
For a moment, I desperately wanted to ask: if you hate me so much, doesn't this constant pretending exhaust you?
But the words caught in my throat, and I couldn't utter a single one.
I just gave a faint "hmm" in response.
Knox noticed my unusual behavior. "What's wrong?"
When I remained silent, my brother's voice took on a rare tone of reproach:
"Don't disappear like that again. Mom and Dad entrusted you to me, which means I'm responsible for you."
I laughed softly. So spreading videos of your actual sister's darkest moments around the world constitutes responsibility?
The year I was born, my mother gave birth in the same hospital as the Reeves family.
The Reeves were small-time con artists who'd spent their lives working every angle. Not wanting their daughter to suffer through their sketchy lifestyle, they swapped babies at the hospital—taking me instead.
That began my eighteen years of torment.
It wasn't until my mother died that they discovered I had been swapped at birth.
Dad decisively brought me home, and we settled abroad.
Mila cried and threw tantrums before eventually dumping Knox, who adored her, and running off with a race car driver.
Knox was heartbroken. That night, he drank heavily and grabbed me when I brought him hangover soup.
He wasn't drunk, and I was perfectly sober.
But we both surrendered to passion.
Three years later, today's revelation slapped me hard across the face.
Apparently, I was the only one who had truly fallen.
When I refocused, Knox's arranged car had arrived.
Back home, the servants greeted me respectfully:
"Miss Reeves."
I hesitated mid-step. Yes, I was still called Piper Reeves, not Piper Calloway.
I had once asked why my surname wasn't changed back.
Dad agreed, but my brother and Knox shook their heads.
"Piper Reeves sounds good. That's where you came from—changing it doesn't matter either way."
I believed them then, but now I understood—it wasn't about convenience; they simply didn't want to change it.
They were using a subtle yet obvious method to tell everyone, with silent understanding:
Mila Calloway was the only family member they acknowledged.
While I would forever remain an outsider.
But I no longer cared.
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