The Poor Girl’s Revenge: Eight Heirs Strong

"Da—"

The next day, Chantelle was stunned at the sight that greeted her when she entered her dad's bedroom.

She found my petite, nude frame in his bed. I was deep asleep in his arm at that time.

Enraged, she lunged at me and attempted to yank me out of the bed. She insulted me, "You cheap whore! You just can't stop yourself from sleeping with just anyone, can you? How dare you sleep with my dad? Go to hell!"

I did not fight back, only looking at her with puppy eyes before pulling my gaze away and shutting my eyes. My trembling shoulders, though, hinted at my fear.

"Alright, Chantelle. Stop it." A satisfied Andrew Gorman propped his head in his hand and lounged on the bed, lazily watching us.

"Dad, how dare she seduce you?" Chantelle stopped what she was doing, but she continued grumbling and acting cute.

Andrew glanced at me. I was silently crying, head hanging low. He assured Chantelle, "She's just another woman. I have to take care of my needs after your mom passed away."

"B-But…"

"Alright. You're an adult now, so stop making a scene. Get out."

Chantelle shot a piercing look at me before reluctantly releasing me.

"Dad, for years, I never minded you dating, but what right does that woman have to stay the night? She shouldn't be sleeping in your bed!" Her anger flared up as she spoke, but she was oblivious to her own behavior. Her voice even took on a demanding, interrogative tone in the end.

Andrew's face fell, and he kicked her out. "Get out!"

…

Andrew had carried me to the dining table for breakfast that morning. Chantelle's eyes popped out in shock when she saw us.

I smirked quietly. This was part of my deliberate planning.

Just now, I lay on the floor after Chantelle had left. I remained there until Andrew asked about me. Then, I bashfully explained that he made me weak in the legs from all the pounding last night.

His mood improved greatly upon hearing that remark, which was the highest compliment from any woman. In high spirits, he happily carried me to the first floor for breakfast.

Chantelle had lost her appetite by now. She suddenly piped up, "If only Mom were still around."

Her comment instantly dampened the mood. She stared at me smugly as she recounted her childhood memories in front of Andrew. Finally, she wrapped up by saying, "Dad, I don't mind you having girlfriends over the years because I knew you promised Mom you'd never remarry."

She pointed a finger at me. "Dad, date anyone but her. I really don't like her. Please don't date her."

After a prolonged silence, Andrew nodded slowly. His response wiped the frown off her face. She excitedly hugged him and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Dad, you're the best!"

Then, she arrogantly placed her hands on her waist and yelled at me, "Get lost!"

I glanced at Andrew affectionately with misty eyes, but I did not plead.

"Okay, now. She'll have her breakfast before she leaves."

Silence hung in the air.

He finally asked, "Oh, kitty cat, I forgot to ask for your name."

"I'm Louise Bellamy." I quickly lowered my head after answering him. "I'm done with breakfast."

He frowned at the bread in front of me, which was barely touched. Still, he instructed his driver to give me a ride home.

…

Life after that night was challenging, as Chantelle increased her attacks on me more fearlessly.

"You think you're better than anyone else just because you slept with my dad? You reek of poverty, and you'll never be able to get rid of it! You'll always be beneath me!"

Oh, really?

Smirking, I slowly caressed my belly. Unbeknownst to Chantelle, I came from a line of women with unusual fertility. Women in my family would get pregnant easily, and their pregnancies were always a breeze.

My mom gave birth to ten children—eight of them sons and two of them daughters. My aunt, on the other hand, gave birth to eight sons.

After that night with Andrew, I felt the inception of life in my womb. Chantelle, the so-called princess of Oberlin City, thought she could get her way every time because she was Andrew's only heiress.

Now, she had competition.