1 After three years of secretly marrying Kevin Robinson, the world’s biggest movie star, I was finally pregnant—with twins. A boy and a girl. A miracle. The moment the news broke, he announced it publicly. The internet went wild. From that day, he canceled all projects to become my personal chef. “Sweetheart,” he’d say, holding a steaming bowl, “this collagen broth is perfect for the babies. Finish every drop.” His manager Renee—also my best friend—personally vetted eight elite maternity nurses for me. I was drowning in happiness. Until one night, I heard a voice from my womb: Mom, help! He’s taking all our life force! Then a boy’s voice, full of contempt: You think you can compete? Once I’m born, my real mother Renee will be the new Mrs. Robinson. You and your mom will just be cold bodies on an operating table. I rested a hand on my belly, a cold smile forming. So you all love a performance? I’ll play along till the end. The next day, I went to renowned gynecologist Dr. Alistair Torrence. “I need a C-section now,” I said calmly. “Save the girl. Preserve the boy as a specimen.” … Dr. Torrence didn't ask why. He simply picked up the ultrasound wand and glided it over my stomach. On the screen, two tiny points of light huddled together. One was brilliant, the other faint and flickering. "Fascinating," he murmured, his eyes fixed on the monitor. "One life force is actively devouring another. This kind of energy vampirism... I've only ever read about it in ancient texts." He looked up at me, his gaze sharp enough to cut glass. "Nina, are you certain? This boy... he has what the old texts call a sovereign's destiny. A once-in-a-century phenomenon." My eyes were chips of ice. "All I know is that he wants me and my daughter dead." Dr. Torrence was silent for a moment before setting the instrument aside. "I can schedule the procedure, but not now. The girl is too weak; she wouldn't survive it. I'll prescribe you a tonic to calm your system and strengthen her heart. As for our little 'sovereign'… we'll have to blunt his edge first." I took the prescription, thanked him profusely, and left. The moment I got in the car, a vicious, twisting pain ripped through my abdomen. The monster inside was thrashing, a furious storm in my womb. Bitch! Who did you talk to? You dare try something against me? When I’m grown, the first thing I’ll do is flush your ashes down the sewer! The agony made my vision swim in black spots, and a cold sweat soaked through my clothes in seconds. I bit down hard on my lip, enduring the inhuman torment. Then, another, fainter voice whispered. Mommy… don’t be scared… I’ll give you some of my strength… A gentle warmth spread from my core, and the pain actually began to recede. Gasping for breath, the murderous intent in my eyes only deepened. My daughter. So small, and already trying to protect her mother. And that parasite, whose only goal was to drain her dry and leave us for dead. Renee. Kevin. You two bastards just wait. When I got home, Kevin was pacing the living room like a caged animal. The second he saw me, he crossed the room in three long strides and pulled me into his arms. "Where have you been? Why weren't you answering your phone? Do you have any idea how worried I was?" The panic and fear in his voice sounded so real. I leaned against his chest, feeling the powerful, steady beat of his heart, but all I felt was a spreading chill. Such an actor. He really does deserve an Oscar. "I just went for a walk to clear my head. My phone was on silent," I explained softly, looking up at him, my eyes welling with manufactured tears. "Kevin, I'm scared." He froze, cupping my face in his hands. "Scared of what? I'm right here." "I'm scared… I'm scared I'll die on the operating table. That I'll never get to see you or the babies." My voice trembled as I put on the performance of a lifetime, my body shaking with fake sobs. Kevin's heart practically broke on the spot. He hugged me tighter, his voice thick with emotion. "Don't say that! I've hired the best doctors in the world. Nothing will happen to you! I won't let anything happen to you!" Hmph. Stupid woman. Scared now, are you? You should be. You're about to die on that table! Hearing the boy's venomous thoughts, I cried even harder. Yes, I'm terrified. Terrified I won't get to send you all to hell myself. Seeing my distress, Kevin quickly fetched a bowl of soup. "Stop thinking such things. Here, try some of the broth I made for you." He sat on the edge of the bed, scooping up a spoonful, blowing on it gently before bringing it to my lips. Drink up, drink up! This batch has a little something extra. It’ll weaken you, bit by bit, until you don't even have the strength to struggle when the time comes! the boy’s gleeful voice shrieked in my head. I looked at Kevin's concerned face, and a wave of nausea washed over me. "Oh, honey, you're so good to me," I said, taking the spoon from him. I brought it towards my lips, then let my hand "slip." The bowl crashed to the floor, porcelain shattering, soup splashing everywhere. "Oh my god!" I gasped, my face a mask of apology. "I'm so sorry, it just slipped." Kevin's brow furrowed, his voice sharp with annoyance. "Why are you so careless?" My eyes immediately filled with tears again. I looked at him, my lower lip trembling. "I didn't mean to… It's just, the babies are so active today. They're kicking so hard it hurts, and my hand just gave out. The boy, especially. He’s so strong." A flicker of pride lit up Kevin's eyes. "Is he? That's my son. Strong, right from the start." He took my hand. "You just focus on staying healthy and bringing him into this world. The Robinson family will finally have its heir." Heir? You bet! And once I inherit everything, the first thing I'll do is flush this bitch's ashes down the sewer! The vicious voice echoed again, laced with an insane arrogance. I closed my eyes, forcing down the rage. He continued, oblivious. "By the way, Renee made an appointment for you at the Summit Sanctuary. The abbot there is famous for his blessings for expectant mothers and newborns. We should go tomorrow, what do you think?" The Summit Sanctuary again. In three years of marriage, Kevin and I were apart more than we were together, and we'd never been able to conceive. Six months ago, Renee had "helpfully" introduced me to the abbot at the Sanctuary, suggesting I go for a "wellness retreat." Soon after, I was pregnant with twins. Thinking back, it was obvious. My "darling son" was their masterpiece all along. They used some kind of dark ritual to implant their embryo in my womb, all so that my daughter and I could serve as stepping stones for their son's glorious future. I nodded, feigning agreement. Kevin cleaned up the mess on the floor. He tucked me in, placing a soft goodnight kiss on my forehead. "Goodnight, my love. And goodnight to our babies." He stepped out, closing the bedroom door behind him. The smile on my face vanished, replaced by a mask of ice. Mommy, Daddy's going to see the bad lady now, my daughter’s timid voice whispered in my mind. Shut up, you jinx! My mom is the one Daddy really loves! the boy's voice snarled back. You and your useless mother are both going to die! I slowly sat up and opened an app on my phone—a baby monitor I'd installed to record milestones. I never imagined its first use would be to catch my husband in the act. On the screen, Kevin had no sooner closed my door than he slipped into the guest room next door. Renee was waiting for him, draped in a sheer lace nightgown. She threw herself into his arms. "Is she asleep?" Kevin wrapped his arms around her waist, lowering his head to kiss her. "Out cold. Must have been a long day arranging things with the abbot." Renee traced circles on his chest with a manicured finger. "It's never too much trouble. Anything for our son." Her voice was a seductive purr. "I just feel so bad for you, having to pretend with that boring face every day." Kevin chuckled, sweeping her off her feet and carrying her toward the bed. "Not for much longer. Once our son is born and drains every last drop of fortune from that mother-daughter pair, you won't have to suffer anymore. You'll be the one and only Mrs. Robinson. As for her… who remembers a dead woman?" The scene that followed was too vile to watch. I shut off the monitor, my face devoid of expression, and sent a few text messages to Dr. Torrence. Just then, my daughter's weak, helpless voice came from my belly. Mommy, it hurts. He's taking my things again. The boy's voice was filled with the innate cruelty and arrogance he was born with. I'm taking what's mine! A waste of space should know her place! I closed my eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. Don't be afraid, little one. Mommy will protect you. As for that monster and his snake of a mother, I wouldn't let a single one of them escape. The next day, I obediently followed Renee to the Summit Sanctuary. The air was thick with incense, the sound of chanting filling the halls. The abbot, a man who projected an aura of serene wisdom, broke into a wide smile the moment he saw Renee. "Miss Renee, welcome." His gaze then shifted to me, a calculating, greedy glint in his eyes. "And this must be Mrs. Robinson. Indeed, a woman blessed with a deep well of fortune." Renee's chin lifted with pride. "Abbot, my friend's fortune is in your capable hands." "Of course, of course." The abbot handed me a folded talisman to keep on my person, then offered me a bowl of murky water. "Madam, drink this. It will ensure the safety of mother and child, and ward off all calamities." I took the bowl of yellowish liquid, a strange, cloyingly sweet odor rising from it. Drink it! Drink it now! This is the 'Fortune-Transfer Charm' my mother paid a fortune for! It’ll siphon every last drop of your luck over to me! Once you’re an empty husk, our new life begins! the boy shrieked with excitement inside me. I smiled meekly, took the bowl, and under his watchful gaze, drank every last drop. Then, right in front of him, I vomited everything onto the pristine floor. Kevin's face instantly darkened. But before he could say a word, I clutched my stomach and let out a pained groan. "Kevin, my stomach… it hurts so much… the babies, my babies…" The annoyance on his face was immediately replaced by alarm. "Don't panic, I'll call an ambulance right now!" Renee rushed in at the sound of the commotion. A flash of triumph crossed her face before she masked it with frantic concern. "What's happening? Quick, we have to get her to a hospital!" On the way to the hospital, my body was wracked with convulsions, my hair plastered to my skin with cold sweat. Kevin and Renee flanked me, murmuring useless words of comfort. But in the chaos, I could suddenly hear their thoughts as clearly as my own. Kevin: [Just give birth already. I'm so tired of this act.] Renee: [The doctor's all set. This surgery will be the end of them both—one body, two graves.] And my "darling son" was practically dancing in my womb. Yes! Finally! I can get away from this poor, pathetic excuse for a mother! I’m going to my real mom, Renee! Once I’m born, I’ll be the chosen one, the center of the universe! As for you and your worthless daughter… you can get ready to turn to ash! I curled into a ball, feigning agony, but a razor-thin smile touched my lips. Good. Let's see who turns to ash first. At the hospital, I was rushed straight into the emergency room. Renee had arranged everything; the lead surgeon was one of her puppets. "Mr. Robinson, Mrs. Robinson, the situation is critical. The patient is showing signs of a major hemorrhage. We have to perform an emergency C-section immediately!" the doctor announced grimly, holding out a critical condition notice. Kevin put on a flawless performance of a man falling apart, grabbing the doctor's arm. "Doctor, please, you have to save my wife and my children!" Renee stood nearby, crying her eyes out. "Nina, you and the babies have to be okay!" An A-list actor and his B-list actress. A match made in hell. I lay on the gurney, watching their little show. [Stop the acting and sign the papers already, I can’t wait!] [Just kill the woman and the little bitch spawn so my son can be born safely!] Their thoughts were so much more honest than their tearful performances. I lifted a trembling hand and clutched the fabric of Kevin's shirt. "Honey, I'm scared…" Kevin immediately bent over me, taking my hand in his. "Don't be afraid. I'm right here. I'll be with you the whole time." His voice was as smooth and gentle as silk. But his thoughts screamed in my mind. [God, you're such a good actress. If it wasn’t for your life force, I wouldn't be able to stand touching you.] I looked at him and suddenly smiled. "Kevin, do you love me?" He was taken aback for a second, then his expression melted into one of deep affection. "Of course. You're the only person I love." "Then… if there are complications in the surgery… if you have to choose… do you save me, or the baby?" I stared directly into his eyes. The question hung in the air, instantly freezing the atmosphere in the room. Renee's face paled. Kevin hesitated for a long moment before speaking, his voice heavy with false emotion. "I choose you. I only want you to be safe." [Choose you? In your dreams. Neither you nor that little bitch is leaving this hospital alive!] His inner roar was so loud it made my ears ring. I smiled, satisfied. "Okay. As long as I have your word, I can rest easy." I was wheeled into the operating room. The moment the doors swung shut, I saw Renee lean into Kevin's embrace as they exchanged a triumphant look. Inside the OR, the lights were a harsh, sterile white. The surgeon Renee had hired, a man named Dr. Evans, approached me, a scalpel gleaming in his hand. He looked at me as if I were already dead. Mommy, I'm scared… my daughter's voice whimpered. Scared of what? It's an honor for you to be a stepping stone on my path to greatness! the boy’s voice boomed, more arrogant than ever. I slowly closed my eyes. It was time for the curtain to fall. Suddenly, the operating room doors were pushed open. Leading the way wasn't Dr. Evans, but a lean, elderly man with sharp, intelligent eyes. He was followed by two nurses who efficiently and decisively escorted the original surgical team out of the room. Dr. Evans's face went white. "Who are you? Who let you in here?" The old man didn't even spare him a glance, walking directly to my side. "Nina. Are you alright?" I opened my eyes and gave him a weak smile. "Dr. Torrence. You're finally here." Dr. Evans, seeing his plan crumble, tried to protest. "You can't do this! This patient is in critical condition! If you delay the surgery, who will be responsible?" Dr. Torrence shot him a look that could freeze fire. "I am taking over this procedure. You can leave. Or," he added, his voice dropping, "you can stay and observe what a real C-section looks like." Dr. Evans scrambled out of the room as if the devil himself were on his heels. The doors closed once more. Dr. Torrence pulled on a pair of sterile gloves, his voice calm and steady. "Don't worry. I have everything under control." I nodded, a profound sense of relief washing over me. As the anesthesia entered my system, my consciousness began to fade. Just before I slipped into darkness, I heard the boy's terrified, disbelieving screams. What's going on? Where are the people my mother hired? No! You can't touch me! I am the chosen one! You're all worthless trash! How dare you lay a hand on me! But this time, there was no one left to hear his tantrum. Outside the operating room, Dr. Evans ran to Kevin and Renee, his face a mask of panic. "Mr. Robinson, it's a disaster! The operating room… an old man named Alistair Torrence has taken over!"
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