"Shawn is irresponsible. He doesn’t want to acknowledge this child and I’m really at my wits’ end. I can only rely on you and Mom to help me."
As soon as I said that, my mother seemed to regain all her confidence and replaced her anger with determination.
She held my hand, teaching me how to hold onto a rich man—forget about pride or dignity. As long as one family member succeeds, the whole family benefits.
I quickly agreed and promised my parents, "Don’t worry, Mom and Dad. I used to be immature, but now I understand that only my family treats me well. I promise if I can marry into the Sterling Family, I will do my best to help my brother buy a house and get married."
My father lit his second cigarette. He declared coldly through the hazy smoke, "Whether he wants to recognize it or not, he’ll have to." Then he pulled my mom away.
My father was a gambler and a thug who was good at making a big scene.
A few days later, my father faked my pregnancy test results and paid a bunch of online influencers to spread the rumour.
People started linking Shawn’s freeloading habits over the past five years to the "fainted girl’s" pregnancy.
This made the rumors even more convincing.
As I thought of how to fuel the fire even more, Shawn and Hannah showed up at my door.
