Married to Lies, Pregnant With My Sister’s Child

"Big sister, I've been having some heart issues these past few days. Hunter said I should stay here for a while so he can take care of me."

"I forgot to bring my clothes, so I wore yours. You don't mind, right?"

My eyes landed on the red marks across Savannah's chest.

Before I could speak, Hunter stepped out of the room in a wrinkled set of pajamas.

"Your sister is the most understanding person. How could she possibly mind?"

"Besides, with how much weight your sister's gained, she can't even fit into her old clothes. This nightgown looks much better on you."

Hunter walked over and pulled me into his arms.

"You went out so late and didn't say anything. You're still pregnant; what if something happened to you? What would I do?"

Looking at the affection in his eyes, I felt nothing but coldness inside.

On the surface, he acted concerned and loving. But behind my back, he and my family were plotting how to use me.

He shamelessly fooled around with my younger sister right in my own home while my parents turned a blind eye and even encouraged it.

To them, I was nothing more than a fool they could use and discard.

I didn't say a word to either of them and went straight upstairs.

That night, Hunter, who normally never touched milk, suddenly brought me a glass.

"You're in your third trimester now. You really need to be getting enough protein and calcium."

"Be good. Drink the milk."

I stared at the glass in his hand, my gaze turning cold. "I don't want it."

Hunter looked slightly embarrassed by my refusal but still tried to coax me, voice soft.

"I'm doing this for you and the baby. Be good, okay?"

Without giving me a choice, he forced the glass to my lips and poured the milk down my throat.

As the sweet, fishy taste slid down, heavy drowsiness quickly set in.

Through the haze, I thought I saw two figures entangled beside me.

The next morning, I woke up sore all over, barely able to move.

After Hunter left for work, I unlocked my phone.

Last night, before anything could happen, I had installed a hidden camera in my room, just in case they tried anything.

The moment I watched the footage, my mind went blank.

Hunter had mixed my milk with a full dose of sleeping pills. And once I was unconscious, he and Savannah shamelessly slept together in my bed.

Savannah leaned lazily against Hunter's chest, then casually raised her foot and kicked my belly.

"Brother Hunter, tomorrow is my birthday. What gift are you going to give me?"

Hunter looked at her, eyes dazed, breath heavy. "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

Savannah smiled smugly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I heard pregnant women can lend their fortune during pregnancy. I'm just curious if it's true."

"Why don't we try and find out?"

Hunter flipped her over and pressed her down beneath him.

Their words made my heart clench and a wave of dread washed over me.

Tears streamed down my face as I stared at the footage on my phone, the pain in my chest sharp and unbearable.

Without hesitation, I turned off the screen and swallowed the medication the doctor had prescribed.

Just as I was about to pack my things, my phone buzzed with a notification.

It was a news alert.

#PregnancyFortuneLending

Just those three words made me freeze, echoing what Savannah had said the night before.

With trembling hands, I tapped the link.

What I saw nearly made me drop the phone.

Photo after photo of me, heavily pregnant, flooded the screen, densely packed, each one tagged with a clear price.