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Incubator No More: The Billionaire's Secret Heir

Author: Marvella

Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 786 | Released on: 22/01/2026

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pe. It was a smell designed to mask the desperation that usually per

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oor. Her smile was practiced, profess

" Joy said, her voice light and ai

ud against her ribs. The air left her lungs in a r

vy. Florence took it, her hands trembling. It felt

l she saw was a future. A child. A reason to stay in

t's contact. She wanted to call him. She wanted to hear h

n she s

ht. I want to

e asked, standing up. Her legs felt un

lanced toward the hallway. "Mr. Livingston... he went

ing the report to her c

et in the hallway was thick, swallowing the

e hall. The door was ajar, just a sliver of da

hand to knock.

errible,

and in mid-air. It was a laugh

on Y

r blood turned to

wasn't his business voice. It was soft. Indulge

ser to the gap in the door, her heart hamm

ined. There was the sound of fabric rustling. "I ha

through her stomach. She pressed a

chuckled, a cold, dismissive s

lorence like a

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other. A vessel. A

kick her out. The trust fund only requires a legitimate heir born

her lip, hard. She tasted the metallic tang o

ther couch, his hand stroking Alison's hair. He looked at his m

ldness settled over her. It started in her marrow and sp

paper in her hand. Su

ream. Screaming was for people who

would lose. They would gasligh

nd shallow. Then she took

silent, ghostly. She reached the corner and

otion. She smoothed her dress. She forced the corners o

he turned on her heel and walk

now exactly wha

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“I sat in the VIP waiting room of the fertility clinic, clutching the report that confirmed my implantation was a success. After years of struggling, I finally had a reason to make my marriage with Garnett work. But when I went to find him in the lounge, I heard a woman's laughter coming from behind the door. It was his mistress, Alison. I froze as I heard Garnett's cold, dismissive voice. "She's just an incubator." "Once the heir is born, we kick her out. The trust fund only requires a legitimate heir born to my wife. It doesn't require the wife to stick around afterwards." The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. I soon discovered the clinic had botched the procedure-the baby I was carrying wasn't even Garnett's. It was donor sperm from Sterling Sharp, the most powerful tech mogul in the world. When my in-laws forced me to move into their estate for "monitoring," I realized I was entering a cage. Garnett and his mistress were paying the family doctor to inject me with hallucinogens to mimic a mental breakdown. They planned to declare me legally incompetent and commit me to an asylum the second I gave birth. I stood in the shadows of the East Wing, realizing my husband wasn't just stealing my child-he was trying to delete my mind. The people I called family were poisoning me daily, waiting for me to break so they could claim a legacy that wasn't even theirs. They wanted a madwoman, so I decided to give them one. I turned the doctor into my double agent, faked every symptom of a breakdown, and began building a secret empire from the shadows. Garnett thinks he's trapped an incubator, but he's actually locked himself in with a nuclear weapon.”