The Poor Girl’s Revenge: Eight Heirs Strong

I tried my best to stay out of Chantelle's way, but she managed to run into me somehow. My cheek became swollen from getting slapped by her minion, but I refused to apply any medicine to it, as I knew a pair of eyes had been following me.

I knew for a fact that Andrew missed me. Only when I became an adult did I learn that the females in my family were seductresses, on top of being unusually fertile.

Andrew was hopelessly hooked after the passionate night he shared with me, and he wanted more after getting his first taste of me.

Ever since sharing a night with me, he couldn't come across any other woman who was as compatible in bed with him as me. No one else could send him to heaven.

Therefore, I wasn't surprised when I found him spying on me.

I believed his patience had worn thin by the 30-day mark. So, I went up to Chantelle before class ended, and I challenged her, "You're only picking on me because you're scared I would marry your dad."

Chantelle looked down on my actions that were akin to social suicide. "You should look into the mirror. You're delusional for thinking you could marry my dad."

"We'll get to know very soon."

I had been avoiding Chantelle for days before this, but today, I suddenly underwent a change in attitude and publicly provoked her. As expected, she fumed. Her minions surrounded me, shoving me around and insulting me.

When I spotted Andrew's presence, I mouthed at Chantelle, "You idiot."

Chantelle was easily provoked. Like I had imagined, she charged at me like a bull.

As Andrew neared us, I lowered my gaze and pleaded timidly, "Chantelle, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I don't know what I've done wrong, but I will apologize to you!"

Chantelle did not let it slide. Instead, she pushed me to the floor with all her might. She straddled me and slapped me twice in the face.

"My belly… It hurts so much…"

"She's bleeding!"

Someone let out a scream.

In the next moment, Andrew lifted me in his arms from the floor. The despair in my eyes turned into agitation.

"That's our baby!"

Silence spread in the air after I let out that information. Andrew placed me in his Stretch Lincoln Limousine, and we sped all the way to the hospital.

…

After performing some checkups, the doctor confirmed that my baby was safe, which did not come as a surprise to me. I was, after all, the daughter of my mom, a woman who had fallen off her bed a few days before childbirth and yet remained utterly unharmed.

I hugged the stunned Andrew tightly like he was a hero. "Thank God! Thankfully, you got there in time and saved our baby. What would I have done without you?"

I buried my face in his chest and sobbed softly.

As a CEO with a huge net worth, Andrew wished to have a big family and many offspring. However, despite his best efforts to impregnate the women he slept with, he did not manage to produce another child with anyone after Chantelle's birth.

My pregnancy came as a pleasant surprise just as he was about to lose hope.

Chantelle arrived belatedly at the hospital, but the security stopped her at the entrance. She seethed at the sight of my belly.

Andrew, steeped in the joy of fathering a child, failed to notice the evil look that flashed across Chantelle's eyes.

"Louise, you're my lucky charm! Come home with me. I'll give my son the best!"

Before I could speak, Chantelle pushed the bodyguards away. She lunged at me, unable to hold back her feelings. "Dad, she isn't even worthy to clean my shoes. How could she live under the same roof as me? I won't go home if you bring her home."

Then, she cast a smug look at me.