icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

Cannon Fodder No More: A Baby's Plan

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 671    |    Released on: 25/06/2025

r year of high school. The fated encounters, the ones that

ibu canyons, something he did when he needed to clear his head. But I knew t

or playing the victim, would pretend to be lost and sprain her ankle. Ethan,

orris, a charismatic, handsome musician from a working-class background, was supposed to "save" her from a staged confrontation with a couple

sure to be extra fussy. I cried when

ddy," he said, prying my fingers

lanted a seed. He wa

was exactly as the script described: sweet, doe-eyed, and

nnounced. "She got lost on

ing!" Nicole sai

practiced expression of gr

ypen in the living room. "Oh, and who is this little

as my

d. I arched my back, my face turned purple, and I let out a shriek so piercing th

"Oh! I... I guess she doesn't like me." She tried to l

kly, but he looked confused. I was

is move. He dropped Nicole off at home

Ethan, his arm casually draped over the back of the sofa

gushed, looking at Andre

ce. He then noticed me, playing on the floor.

smile warm and invi

away, grabbed my favorite stuffed elephant, and pointedly ignored him. When he tried to gently

om wen

w joked, but his smile di

mes," Nicole said, s

ere a barometer for truth in their world, and I had just told them, in the clearest way I could, that these tw

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open
Cannon Fodder No More: A Baby's Plan
Cannon Fodder No More: A Baby's Plan
“My name is Madisyn, and my story began in a dirty alley in Los Angeles. I was just a baby, a "cannon fodder" character in someone else's tragic script, destined to be a footnote in the tragic ruin of Ethan and Nicole Clark, the self-destructive heirs to a Hollywood fortune. Their parents were absent figures, leaving them in a gilded cage, completely unaware they were about to be ensnared by Jennifer Chavez and Andrew Morris, two ambitious grifters ready to bleed them dry and turn them against each other. I knew their dark future, how Jennifer would prey on Ethan's buried hero complex, and Andrew on Nicole's desperate need for affection, ultimately leaving them broken and estranged. My tiny, innocent form was supposed to be irrelevant, easily discarded by these teenagers hardened by neglect. But I wasn't just any baby; I was a baby with a plan, a knowing narrator stuck in an infant's body. I screamed and cried to force their reluctant bond, giggled to melt their facades, and strategically withdrew my affection to expose the insidious poison the grifters were injecting into their fragile relationship. When an actress framed Nicole for assault and a musician's charade of heroism was revealed, everyone expected Ethan to side with the "victim." But he remembered my tiny cries of terror whenever the actress touched me, my pointed coldness towards the musician, and Nicole's sudden awareness after my clumsy toddler words: "No owe life, sissy." I had broken the script, and I wouldn't stop until their future was rewritten.”
1 Introduction2 Chapter 13 Chapter 24 Chapter 35 Chapter 46 Chapter 57 Chapter 68 Chapter 79 Chapter 810 Chapter 911 Chapter 10