The Price of an Inheritance

The Price of an Inheritance

My Sweet Super Wife

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My whole world revolved around Ethan Vanderbilt, the wealthy heir, and our shared dream of a life in Aspen. Our future, however, was conditional: he first had to secure his family's multi-billion dollar inheritance by having children with another woman, his childhood friend Brittany Hayes. I became his secret, patient mistress, waiting in the shadows for my turn. They had their first child, then another, and I was forced into the degrading role of nanny to his legitimate heirs, living under the Vanderbilt family's scorn. Then, the unthinkable happened: I became pregnant with Ethan's child. But a devastating fall during a desperate hike ended everything; I lost our baby. His powerful family, the Vanderbilts, saw my immense loss not with compassion, but as a convenient solution to their "problem." They coldly denied me anesthesia for the D&C, subjecting me to a brutal, agonizing procedure that left me not only physically and emotionally shattered but also likely infertile. Ethan, lost in his new "perfect family" facade, retreated, leaving me trapped in their lavish prison, enduring vile taunts from his children. How could the man I loved, who swore he'd choose me, allow such unspeakable barbarity, treating my body and my profound grief with such callous indifference? And how could his spoiled son, EJ, deliberately destroy my last precious link to my deceased mother-a treasured voice recorder-right under his father's passive gaze? As I lay bleeding, broken by that final act of cruelty, a rugged stranger, a man from the mountains, appeared at the door like a forgotten dream. He was my unlikely deliverer, walking into my nightmare, ready to pull me from the wreckage and finally help me reclaim a life I thought was lost forever.

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My whole world revolved around Ethan Vanderbilt, the wealthy heir, and our shared dream of a life in Aspen.

Our future, however, was conditional: he first had to secure his family's multi-billion dollar inheritance by having children with another woman, his childhood friend Brittany Hayes.

I became his secret, patient mistress, waiting in the shadows for my turn.

They had their first child, then another, and I was forced into the degrading role of nanny to his legitimate heirs, living under the Vanderbilt family's scorn.

Then, the unthinkable happened: I became pregnant with Ethan's child.

But a devastating fall during a desperate hike ended everything; I lost our baby.

His powerful family, the Vanderbilts, saw my immense loss not with compassion, but as a convenient solution to their "problem."

They coldly denied me anesthesia for the D&C, subjecting me to a brutal, agonizing procedure that left me not only physically and emotionally shattered but also likely infertile.

Ethan, lost in his new "perfect family" facade, retreated, leaving me trapped in their lavish prison, enduring vile taunts from his children.

How could the man I loved, who swore he'd choose me, allow such unspeakable barbarity, treating my body and my profound grief with such callous indifference?

And how could his spoiled son, EJ, deliberately destroy my last precious link to my deceased mother-a treasured voice recorder-right under his father's passive gaze?

As I lay bleeding, broken by that final act of cruelty, a rugged stranger, a man from the mountains, appeared at the door like a forgotten dream.

He was my unlikely deliverer, walking into my nightmare, ready to pull me from the wreckage and finally help me reclaim a life I thought was lost forever.

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