My $70k Nurse Trap - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Everything clicked in a heartbeat. The security footage didn't lie—there they were, tangled together like lust-drunk teenagers. All those fake nurse visits, those "business trips" to Europe—just elaborate lies to screw me over.
Well, if they wanted to play dirty, I'd show them how it's really done.
I turned on the charm for Uncle Vincent, letting him have his way with me night after night. Two weeks later, I shoved a positive pregnancy test in his face.
"Congratulations, Daddy," I deadpanned.
His whole face lit up like Times Square. "Luna, baby! Ask for anything—the world's yours now!"
Game on. I played my hand cool. "The Beverly Hills estate. And a million cash. Today."
I braced for pushback, but the old fool couldn't sign the papers fast enough.
Round two came that night after he'd had his fun. I traced circles on his sweaty chest. "Vincent... I want to be your wife."
I could practically see the gears turning—comparing my twenty-something glow to Margaret's sagging everything. His eyes went dark with hunger.
"Sweetheart, pinch me," he breathed.
So I did—hard. "Not dreaming, lover."
He went full teenager then, planting sloppy kisses down my shoulder. "I've wanted this forever! Once the divorces go through, you'll be Mrs. Vincent Carter before you can say 'I do.'"
I gave him my best blushing virgin act—his favorite. Next morning, he handed me 15% of his company like it was a box of chocolates.
Margaret finally snapped when she caught us canoodling by the pool. She cornered me in the upstairs hallway, her Botox face contorted in rage.
"You little gold-digging whore! I paid you to be a broodmare, not replace me!"
I hit her with my sweetest Stepford smile before flipping the script. Tears welled up instantly as I cradled my belly. "Vincent! HELP! She's trying to kill the baby!"
When she reached out in panic, I grabbed her wrist and smashed it against my stomach.
"YOU CRAZY BITCH!" Vincent came barreling in like an angry bull, kicking her so hard she skidded across the marble. As she struggled up, he backhanded her with a crack that echoed through the hall.
The sight sent shivers down my spine. After what she'd done to me? This was child's play.
But the show wasn't over. Burying my face in Vincent's chest, I sobbed, "She—she had a coat hanger! When I said no, she—" My voice broke perfectly.
Through my fake tears, I shot Margaret a wink. Her murderous glare was nothing compared to the hell she'd put me through.
Well, if they wanted to play dirty, I'd show them how it's really done.
I turned on the charm for Uncle Vincent, letting him have his way with me night after night. Two weeks later, I shoved a positive pregnancy test in his face.
"Congratulations, Daddy," I deadpanned.
His whole face lit up like Times Square. "Luna, baby! Ask for anything—the world's yours now!"
Game on. I played my hand cool. "The Beverly Hills estate. And a million cash. Today."
I braced for pushback, but the old fool couldn't sign the papers fast enough.
Round two came that night after he'd had his fun. I traced circles on his sweaty chest. "Vincent... I want to be your wife."
I could practically see the gears turning—comparing my twenty-something glow to Margaret's sagging everything. His eyes went dark with hunger.
"Sweetheart, pinch me," he breathed.
So I did—hard. "Not dreaming, lover."
He went full teenager then, planting sloppy kisses down my shoulder. "I've wanted this forever! Once the divorces go through, you'll be Mrs. Vincent Carter before you can say 'I do.'"
I gave him my best blushing virgin act—his favorite. Next morning, he handed me 15% of his company like it was a box of chocolates.
Margaret finally snapped when she caught us canoodling by the pool. She cornered me in the upstairs hallway, her Botox face contorted in rage.
"You little gold-digging whore! I paid you to be a broodmare, not replace me!"
I hit her with my sweetest Stepford smile before flipping the script. Tears welled up instantly as I cradled my belly. "Vincent! HELP! She's trying to kill the baby!"
When she reached out in panic, I grabbed her wrist and smashed it against my stomach.
"YOU CRAZY BITCH!" Vincent came barreling in like an angry bull, kicking her so hard she skidded across the marble. As she struggled up, he backhanded her with a crack that echoed through the hall.
The sight sent shivers down my spine. After what she'd done to me? This was child's play.
But the show wasn't over. Burying my face in Vincent's chest, I sobbed, "She—she had a coat hanger! When I said no, she—" My voice broke perfectly.
Through my fake tears, I shot Margaret a wink. Her murderous glare was nothing compared to the hell she'd put me through.
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