Chapter 1

Thanks to Mrs. Montgomery's funding, Cleo and I were the only two college students from our rundown Appalachian town.

I looked forward to working for Mrs. Montgomery after graduation. But that bitch Cleo took the chance to climb into Mr. Montgomery's bed, sending Mrs. Montgomery to an early grave.

Cleo touched her belly and bragged to me: "Mrs. Montgomery was too sensitive. She couldn't get pregnant, but she couldn't expect the richest man in town to die without an heir, right?"

I hated Cleo for being so ungrateful, so I decided to target Mr. Montgomery to get my revenge.

Mr. Montgomery might not have much energy left, but I was born with a voluptuous, gorgeous figure that was made for bearing children.

Cleo thought she could reach the top with one baby. Hmph, let's see if she can outbreed me.

1

On the day Cleo finally moved into the Montgomery mansion, she excitedly posted five updates on her social media.

Every photo showed off different luxury cars, expensive watches, and massive walk-in closets, as if she were already the lady of the house.

If Cleo knew I was here too, her expression would be fucking priceless.

I turned off my phone and turned to stroke Mr. Montgomery's face. Even when drunk, he looked so cold and stern. It was no wonder Mrs. Montgomery had been so infatuated with him that she willingly went to eternal sleep for his sake.

As his secretary, peeking at my drunk boss like this seemed a bit inappropriate. But he was the key part of my revenge, and I couldn't succeed without knowing my tool inside out.

My fingers slid down his body, ignoring his uncontrollable shivers. After taking off his leather shoes, I turned to leave.

"Maeve? Where are you going?" His voice was steady and husky, tinged with a hint of lust.

Sure enough, he was just pretending to be asleep.

Now that Mrs. Montgomery was gone, he had no reason to keep himself pure.

Ever since Cleo climbed into his bed while he was drunk last time and ruined his household, he had been extra careful with women. He always had to figure out their motives before making a move.

But men were all the same; they always wanted a taste of whatever was put in front of them. This was especially true for a thick, curvy woman like me, who was completely different from the elegant and slender Mrs. Montgomery.

Once he realized I had no ulterior motives, he gave the signal for me to stay. I obediently turned back.

The bright moonlight shone through the French windows, lighting up our faces. We stayed silent in a tacit agreement, letting our bodies entwine until the room was filled with steamy passion.

The next day, our shared appearance at the dining table caused Cleo to scream in shock.

"Maeve! You little slut! How dare you hook up with Mr. Montgomery!"

She pointed at the hickeys on my neck and looked ready to charge at me. Her dramatic tantrum made even the maids roll their eyes.

"Stop making a scene." Mr. Montgomery frowned slightly. He put an arm in front of me and pulled Cleo into a hug, deliberately putting a barrier between her belly and the dining table.

Taking advantage of the situation, she fell into his arms and switched to a whiny tone. "Oh, Silas, I was just scared you were being tricked by a bad woman."

I looked at her with disgust. Mr. Montgomery was almost forty; she should be calling him 'uncle'.

Besides, his brows were furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly. He clearly despised her fake baby voice.

I lowered my head and asked for instructions. "Mr. Montgomery, I have delivered the files. I will head back to the company now."

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised that I would tactfully defuse the situation. He looked at me with great interest. "Alright."

Before I could walk far, I heard her whining get even louder. "Silas, you don't like Maeve, do you? Stop looking at her! I'm carrying your baby!"

I cast my eyes down to hide my mockery. Hmph, a baby? It was clearly a little bastard.

It was all because of this child that Mrs. Montgomery had been utterly heartbroken. She was a gentle woman, like a white gardenia, who would rather hurt herself than lay a finger on Cleo.

Back then, it was Cleo who tried desperately to buddy up to Mrs. Montgomery, coaxing her to bring her to the mansion to see the world. But that very night, she crawled into Mr. Montgomery's bed.

After finding out she was knocked up, Cleo relentlessly harassed Mrs. Montgomery. She told her about her hopes for the baby, the pains of pregnancy, and spouted the stupid idea that "being a barren wife is a total disgrace."

Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery had been married for twenty years without a child. Everyone in town knew that.

Mrs. Montgomery was basically our second mother, yet Cleo had the nerve to torture her with those petty mind games.

That gentle, elegant lady couldn't let go of her love, nor did she want to be the sinner of the Montgomery family. She really swallowed a whole bottle of pills to atone for her "sins."

But Cleo thought she had hit the jackpot. She only wanted to extort some child support at first, never expecting a chance to become the official wife.

She even made a huge scene at Mrs. Montgomery's funeral, demanding to see the family elders. Thanks to her two-month bump, she was eventually sent to live in the mansion.

All these details were documented on Cleo's social media, which randomly popped up on my phone one day.

It must be God's will. It was meant for me, the one who knew Cleo best and respected Mrs. Montgomery the most, to serve some real justice.

Listening to the conversation behind me, I deliberately swayed my hips as I walked, faking a slight limp. This would definitely remind Mr. Montgomery of our wild night.

How could the bossy CEO Montgomery tolerate Cleo bossing him around forever?

Doesn't he just want kids? My family was piss-poor from having too many children; I have eleven siblings, born year after year.

And my body is even better than my mother's. Just you wait, Cleo.