The True Heiress Strikes Back: You Chose My Stepsister—I Chose Your Rival to Father Your Heir - Chapter 12: Chapter 12
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Inside the baby store, Dominic Harlow was carefully selecting infant supplies. Ethan stood beside him, lowering his voice. "Vanessa's even pregnant now. Aren't you worried your wife will figure out there's nothing wrong with your dick?"
Dominic didn't even look up, his tone dismissive. "She's too clueless to catch on. And even if she did, what's she gonna do about it?"
Ethan shook his head with a sigh. "Isabelle's completely devoted to you. Why won't you give her a kid? She's becoming a laughingstock among the elite circles..."
A cruel smirk played at Dominic's lips. "If she hadn't used her family's favor to force me into marrying her, you think I'd be stuck with her? She wants a baby so badly? Well, I'm making damn sure she never gets one."
Ice-cold dread flooded through my veins.
So, he's been acting this whole time. Every sweet moment, every soft touch—it was all just a show. And here I was, such an idiot, spinning around in his game.
I stumbled out of the mall before my phone buzzing. Dominic was calling. "Where are you? Have the driver pick you up and bring you back to the estate."
When I arrived at the estate gates, I saw Dominic's black Maybach rocking suspiciously.
My heart felt like it was being ripped apart. His words from the baby store still echoed in my ears.
The car door suddenly swung open. Dominic looked up and saw me standing by the roadside, clearly startled.
Vanessa slowly climbed out of the car, the red marks on her neck burning my eyes, her face still flushed from their intimacy.
Dominic's voice was soft as he whispered to Vanessa, "You can go clean yourself up first, babe."
Then he walked over to me with a frown. "Isabelle, you look terrible. What's wrong?"
He paused, his tone as if it was only natural. "You know Vanessa has that special... constitution that helps with my condition. I'm doing this for our happy future together. You understand that, right?"
I forced out a smile that looked worse than crying.
At the dinner table, Dominic's mother tapped her knife against her wine glass. "You've been married into this family for almost three years now. Still no sign of a baby."
My hand trembled as I gripped my fork.
Before, I'd always thought his mother was bitter toward me because she was heartbroken over Dominic's "condition." Now it hit me—Dominic had been lying to me all along, letting me bear all this humiliation and shame alone.
I instinctively looked toward Dominic. Without missing a beat, he told his mother, "She's been taking fertility treatments. We'll have a child soon."
His mother let out a cold laugh, setting down her silverware with a sharp clink.
"If it weren't for Grandma Harlow insisting you marry into this family...
Now that she's gone, since you're already Mrs. Harlow, you better fulfill your duties and give us an heir.
Just stop walking around with that pathetic expression on your face—who exactly are you trying to impress?"
Suddenly, Vanessa covered her mouth and dry-heaved.
Dominic's hand shot out instinctively to steady her shoulder.
His mother's stern expression immediately softened, her eyes darting between the two of them. "Don't tell me you two are...?"
Vanessa shyly lowered her head.
Dominic glanced at me, but found my face completely expressionless.
His mother's cold gaze swept over me. "Some people can be married into this family for years without their belly showing any signs of life. Then there are others who have only been here a couple of months, and they're already doing so well."
Dominic pulled me aside,. "Isabelle, don't overthink this. This only proves Vanessa really did cure me. This is my first child, and I have to take responsibility. We'll raise the baby together, right?"
Watching Dominic lie to me so effortlessly, I felt a sharp stab of pain in my chest.
His mother's voice suddenly rose. "Since it's your child, as your wife, Isabelle should naturally take good care of the baby! It's her duty!"
Late that night back at our house, Dominic was about to say something when urgent knocking echoed through the door.
"Mr. Harlow! Mr. Harlow! Ms. Snow isn't feeling well! She needs you right away!"
We rushed over to Vanessa's place.
"The doctor checked her out and said it's nothing serious, just some weakness from the pregnancy," the housekeeper said respectfully. "He suggested she should get regular foot massages to improve circulation."
The room fell silent.
Vanessa was half-reclining on the couch when she suddenly looked up at me.
"Could... could you give me a foot massage, Mrs. Harlow?"
Dominic didn't even look up, his tone dismissive. "She's too clueless to catch on. And even if she did, what's she gonna do about it?"
Ethan shook his head with a sigh. "Isabelle's completely devoted to you. Why won't you give her a kid? She's becoming a laughingstock among the elite circles..."
A cruel smirk played at Dominic's lips. "If she hadn't used her family's favor to force me into marrying her, you think I'd be stuck with her? She wants a baby so badly? Well, I'm making damn sure she never gets one."
Ice-cold dread flooded through my veins.
So, he's been acting this whole time. Every sweet moment, every soft touch—it was all just a show. And here I was, such an idiot, spinning around in his game.
I stumbled out of the mall before my phone buzzing. Dominic was calling. "Where are you? Have the driver pick you up and bring you back to the estate."
When I arrived at the estate gates, I saw Dominic's black Maybach rocking suspiciously.
My heart felt like it was being ripped apart. His words from the baby store still echoed in my ears.
The car door suddenly swung open. Dominic looked up and saw me standing by the roadside, clearly startled.
Vanessa slowly climbed out of the car, the red marks on her neck burning my eyes, her face still flushed from their intimacy.
Dominic's voice was soft as he whispered to Vanessa, "You can go clean yourself up first, babe."
Then he walked over to me with a frown. "Isabelle, you look terrible. What's wrong?"
He paused, his tone as if it was only natural. "You know Vanessa has that special... constitution that helps with my condition. I'm doing this for our happy future together. You understand that, right?"
I forced out a smile that looked worse than crying.
At the dinner table, Dominic's mother tapped her knife against her wine glass. "You've been married into this family for almost three years now. Still no sign of a baby."
My hand trembled as I gripped my fork.
Before, I'd always thought his mother was bitter toward me because she was heartbroken over Dominic's "condition." Now it hit me—Dominic had been lying to me all along, letting me bear all this humiliation and shame alone.
I instinctively looked toward Dominic. Without missing a beat, he told his mother, "She's been taking fertility treatments. We'll have a child soon."
His mother let out a cold laugh, setting down her silverware with a sharp clink.
"If it weren't for Grandma Harlow insisting you marry into this family...
Now that she's gone, since you're already Mrs. Harlow, you better fulfill your duties and give us an heir.
Just stop walking around with that pathetic expression on your face—who exactly are you trying to impress?"
Suddenly, Vanessa covered her mouth and dry-heaved.
Dominic's hand shot out instinctively to steady her shoulder.
His mother's stern expression immediately softened, her eyes darting between the two of them. "Don't tell me you two are...?"
Vanessa shyly lowered her head.
Dominic glanced at me, but found my face completely expressionless.
His mother's cold gaze swept over me. "Some people can be married into this family for years without their belly showing any signs of life. Then there are others who have only been here a couple of months, and they're already doing so well."
Dominic pulled me aside,. "Isabelle, don't overthink this. This only proves Vanessa really did cure me. This is my first child, and I have to take responsibility. We'll raise the baby together, right?"
Watching Dominic lie to me so effortlessly, I felt a sharp stab of pain in my chest.
His mother's voice suddenly rose. "Since it's your child, as your wife, Isabelle should naturally take good care of the baby! It's her duty!"
Late that night back at our house, Dominic was about to say something when urgent knocking echoed through the door.
"Mr. Harlow! Mr. Harlow! Ms. Snow isn't feeling well! She needs you right away!"
We rushed over to Vanessa's place.
"The doctor checked her out and said it's nothing serious, just some weakness from the pregnancy," the housekeeper said respectfully. "He suggested she should get regular foot massages to improve circulation."
The room fell silent.
Vanessa was half-reclining on the couch when she suddenly looked up at me.
"Could... could you give me a foot massage, Mrs. Harlow?"
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