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I was seven months pregnant, happily planning a perfect future with my fiancé, Evan. But my adopted sister, Seraphina, smilingly revealed that the baby in my belly was a bastard. She confessed she had drugged me five years ago, letting a random Alpha violate me, while Evan watched and helped her cover it up. When confronted, Evan didn't even deny it. Instead, he rushed to comfort Seraphina when she faked an injury, coldly blaming me for making a scene. He ended our relationship right there, choosing her. Heartbroken and dazed, I wandered into the street, got hit by a speeding car, and lost my innocent baby. For the next five years, Seraphina stole my life. She became a famous movie star and Evan's fiancée, using her status to ruin my acting career and humiliate me at every turn. I lost my child, my love, and my future all because of their sick jealousy. Why did they get to live perfectly while I suffered in the dirt? I swore I would never let them break me again. Fate took a sudden turn when I accidentally saved a sick, silent little boy during one of Seraphina's cruel pranks. His father turned out to be Barron Valerius, the ruthless billionaire Alpha King of the underworld. Instead of offering me a cash reward, the most powerful man in the city stared at me with intense, predatory eyes. "Marry me. It is the only form of repayment I will accept." With the Alpha King suddenly claiming me as his son's anchor, I finally had the power to make Evan and Seraphina pay.
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Rejected by My Ex, Claimed by the Alpha King Chapter 1
Ara POV:
I rested a hand on the swell of my seven-month belly, the gentle California sun warming my skin. A soft kick from within made me smile.
"Hey, little guy," I whispered, my voice thick with contentment. "Daddy will be home soon."
The future felt as bright and perfect as this afternoon in the Griffin family's back garden. Evan and I had picked out a name, painted the nursery a soft blue, and spent hours dreaming about this baby. Our baby.
"Ara, you look so happy."
I looked up to see my adopted sister, Seraphina, gliding across the manicured lawn. She carried a tall glass of lemonade, ice cubes clinking. Her smile was as sweet as the sugar she undoubtedly stirred into the drink, but her eyes, as always, held a chill that never quite matched.
"I am," I said, taking the cool glass from her. The condensation felt good against my warm fingers. "Thanks, Sera. Evan and I just can't wait."
I took a sip. It was tart and refreshing.
She settled into the wicker chair opposite me, her movements graceful and practiced. For a moment, she just watched me, that unnerving smile still in place. Then she spoke, her tone light, almost conversational. "You really think your life is perfect, don't you, Ara?"
I lowered the glass. Something in her voice made my skin prickle. "What do you mean?"
She tilted her head, studying me. "All of it. The marriage. The baby. The happy little ending you've written for yourself. You never once stopped to ask if any of it was real." She let the silence stretch before adding, almost gently, "Are you absolutely sure that baby is Evan's?"
The lemonade soured in my mouth. My heart gave a hard, painful thud against my ribs. "Seraphina, what are you talking about? Of course it's Evan's child!"
Seraphina's smile didn't waver. "Is it?"
I pushed myself to my feet, the sudden movement sending a sharp cramp through my abdomen. The glass slipped from my hand, shattering on the stone patio. "You're insane!"
The mask of the perfect, caring sister fell away, replaced by a look of undisguised, venomous pleasure. "Do you remember your graduation party? Eight months ago?"
The blood drained from my face. The world tilted. That night was a black hole in my memory, a blur of music, champagne, and a crushing headache the next morning-and one other thing. A shadow of a memory I'd never been able to grasp. I'd always just assumed I drank too much. A stupid, youthful mistake. But the way she said it made my stomach clench with a dread I couldn't name.
She leaned forward, her voice a conspiratorial hiss. "You thought you were just drunk? No, dear sister. I was the one who added a little something extra to your drink."
A wave of dizziness washed over me. I gripped the back of my chair to keep from falling. My stomach churned, not with morning sickness, but with pure, cold dread. "Why... why would you do that?"
"Why?" Her voice rose, sharp and shrill. "Because everything you have should have been mine! Evan, the Griffin name, all of it!" She stood up, circling me like a predator. "After you were drugged, it wasn't Evan who found you. He was with me. The whole night."
My breath hitched. I couldn't draw in enough air. The edges of my vision started to go dark. "Then who-"
"A stranger. An Alpha." She said it with a shrug, as if it were nothing. "Out of control. Some random animal whose face you never even saw."
The truth hit me with the force of a physical impact, shattering everything. All these months, I had a vague, shameful memory of that night, a memory I'd convinced myself was a dream, a drunken fantasy involving Evan. But it wasn't him. It was a violation. Tears streamed down my face, hot and useless. "No... that's not possible..."
"It's more than possible. It's the truth." Seraphina stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, intimate and cruel. "And Evan knows. He's known from the very beginning. He helped me cover it up."
The love I had for Evan-a love that had been the foundation of my life for months-crumbled into ash in that single, shattering moment. My hand trembled as I pressed it against my stomach, against the innocent life I was carrying. "So, my baby..."
"Is the product of a rapist," she finished with a cruel, final twist of the knife. "Do you really think Evan Foster would want it?"
As if on cue, the sound of a car engine cut through the afternoon quiet. Evan's black sedan was pulling up the long, winding driveway.
A calculating glint appeared in Seraphina's eyes. Her entire demeanor shifted in an instant. She grabbed my hand, her expression twisting into one of fear and fragility. "Sister, please don't blame me," she cried, her voice now filled with manufactured tears. "I just didn't want you to be deceived anymore!"
I was too stunned by her sudden transformation to react.
The car door opened and Evan stepped out, his handsome face etched with concern as he saw us. He frowned. "What's going on here?"
Seraphina immediately let go of my hand, her shoulders shaking with sobs. "Evan, I... I told her the truth."
I forced myself to turn, to face the man I thought I would spend my life with. My voice was a raw, broken whisper. "Is it true?"
Evan's gaze flickered from my face to Seraphina's, then to the ground. Guilt and conflict were written all over his features. He didn't have to say a word.
His silence was the most brutal confession of all.
My heart didn't just break; it turned to ice. I watched as his eyes settled on the crying Seraphina, and the look he gave her-one of pure, undiluted sympathy-was the final, killing blow.
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