Chapter 1 Save Me! I Will Definitely Repay You

"Miss, it's not just any stomachache! You're pregnant!" the nurse announced to her loudly. She beamed as she gave Rachel the pregnancy test result. "I didn't expect you to be married at such a young age! Remember to rest once you get home. The first month is when you're most likely to have a miscarriage! Also, remember to follow a light diet. Don't eat spicy or junk food. Come here to check on the condition of your unborn baby every three months."

Rachel Neal held the pregnancy test result in her hand, looking thunderstruck. She was pregnant! Pregnant...

A month ago, a dazed Rachel was taken to the Felicity Hotel. Someone slapped her in the face. She managed to stay awake, but her body was scorching hot. Although she had never gone through it before, she could guess what had happened. Pulling the bath towel, she staggered to her feet feebly and tried to escape after opening the door. But someone intercepted her.

It was a portly old man in his 40s. When the man saw that she wanted to run away, his face changed immediately. He went after her. "Stop, stop right there!"

Rachel was terrified. She tripped as she ran. The portly man pounced on her, and she dashed to a door and stumbled into a room without really intending to.

Someone was lounging on the sofa in the dim room, looking lazy and indifferent. He was in an expensive black suit, and his knees bent slightly as he stretched his legs somewhat nonchalantly. Rachel could smell tobacco smoke around him. Despite not being able to see the man's face clearly and sensing danger from him, she still grabbed the man's long legs impulsively.

"Sir, save me! Save me, please!"

Light shone in through the door. As Troy Langley's cold and piercing eyes fell on Rachel, his lips curled into a mocking smile. He no longer seemed surprised by the appearance of yet another girl. "Save you? Tell me, why should I?"

"Why... why should you?!

"I will repay you! If you save me, I'll definitely repay you, I swear!" Rachel put up three fingers like she was swearing. Unable to control her feverish body after catching a whiff of the man's masculine odor, she inched toward him involuntarily.

"Repay me?" he thought. It was the most amusing thing Troy had ever heard. The entire Phoeiro City belonged to him. Did he still need someone to repay him?

He leaned forward. A refreshing scent assailed his nostrils, causing him to momentarily lose his concentration. Looking somewhat grim, he squeezed Rachel's small face. Then, puffing on his cigarette, he asked with a faint smile, "Have you reached the legal age of consent?"

Rachel murmured a "yes" without giving it much thought. She was afraid that this man would not save her. She forced herself to kiss his cold lips with what sanity she still had left.

She would rather have relations with this clean-smelling man than that dirty old man outside!

At that moment, Troy's eyes turned incomparably dark and profound.

"You b*tch, so this is what you mean by decency! You asked me to come, and now you're seducing another man! Don't you believe that I'll kill you?" The portly man also entered the room, grabbed Rachel's ankle, and tried to drag her out.

Troy stretched out his long arms and held her, who was crouched on the ground, in his arms. By the time the portly man looked up, Troy had kicked him on the shoulder, which effortlessly sent him flying out of the room. There was a horrendous shriek, followed by the sound of a slamming door.

"Are you scared?" Troy Langley looked tenderly at the girl in his arms. He put her on the bed, his tall erect figure bending over her, as his palm gently caressed her small delicate face.

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"No... no..."

Rachel did not know how she got home. As she passed by Jane Neal's room, she heard them talking inside.

"It's really strange. Why hasn't Mr. Larson asked for Rachel's hand? Wasn't he satisfied with her the last time? How disappointing. I was hoping to mock Rachel in front of everyone. The only Miss of the Neals, married to a lewd pig! The thought of that makes me feel so damn high! Mom, should we leak the news that Mr. Larson slept with Rachel? He'll surely have to marry her then."

Yvonne Wesley glanced at her, and grabbed a handful of melon seeds, cracking them open with her teeth. A trace of viciousness flashed across her eyes. "Of course! We must spread the rumor so that all of Phoeiro City knows! I've called your Dad. He said he'll be back tomorrow. You should bribe a few reporters and get them to write about Rachel sleeping with an old man. Not only will her reputation be ruined, but your father will also be thoroughly disillusioned with her. He might drive her out of the house! Then you'll be the only daughter left to him!"

"You're so smart, Mom!" Jane answered delightedly.

Rachel stood outside the room, clutching the pregnancy test result in her hand. No wonder! It had been her younger sister Jane's birthday that day, but why was her stepmother so kind as to take her out with them? And why was she slapped in the face after waking up in that hotel room? So her stepmother and younger sister were behind this!

"Of course. How could I defeat Faye Young if I didn't have any tricks up my sleeve? Why do you think I was able to give birth to you without any trouble around the same time as her? And make her suffer intermenstrual bleeding, before marrying your father? Jane, remember this, only smart and scheming women will get their way..."

"Thud!" The room door was kicked open. Horrified, her stepmother and sister looked at the door at the same time.

"Ra... Rachel!"

"Ra... Rachel, don't be impulsive, okay? We were just joking, Jane and I. You have to calm down. Let's resolve this as a family, alright?" Yvonne said as she walked over to her.

Rachel wanted to tear apart her sinister and hypocritical face. She overheard that this woman had done something to her mother, causing her to bleed to death from her uterus while Rachel was being delivered. This wicked woman had made her lose her mom as a child!