The Comments Told Me I Was Carrying His Only Heirs Chapter 01

The Comments Told Me I Was Carrying His Only Heirs Chapter 01

I had a wild one-night stand with a total stranger, and against all odds, I ended up pregnant.

I was broke and stressed over how to pay for the abortion clinic when a glowing line of text suddenly floated across my vision:

[The second ML has low sperm motility. Those twins in this random girl’s belly? They’re the only biological children he’ll ever have in this lifetime. Such a shame they’re about to be aborted.]

[If she actually keeps these babies, the second ML’s hundred-billion fortune would’ve had an heir. Otherwise, that massive inheritance wouldn’t have fallen to the FL’s kid. What a clueless girl!]

[Not necessarily. What if the second ML is an idiot and refuses to recognize the babies? Even if he found out, he probably wouldn’t let her keep them.]

I didn’t care about his billions.

But asking him to split the medical bill seemed completely fair, right?

***

One problem was solved, but a new one immediately took its place.

I had absolutely no idea who this second ML was!

I hoped the comments would reveal more details.

But after those lines vanished, they didn’t show up again.

I guessed it was because I was just a nameless extra with barely any screen time.

With no other options, I could only wait.

That wait dragged on for a whole month.

Just as I was seriously considering posting online to ask who the billionaire with fertility issues was that I slept with at a motel a month ago, the comments finally flashed back to life.

[Even though everyone knows the second ML Josiah Carrington is going to lose, watching the FL reject him still hurts.]

[Well, it’s his own fault for not being pure anymore.]

[Speaking of which, the ML is downright cruel. To disqualify Josiah from the competition entirely, he actually tricked him into going to that cheap motel and drugged him.]

[If Josiah hadn’t run fast enough, his twenty-seven years of virtue would have been ruined by those whores. Luckily, he ended up getting slept by a gorgeous random girl instead.]

[Honestly, that girl just got caught in the crossfire.]

That night, when the second ML knocked on my door, I genuinely thought he was the male escort I had ordered. I tackled him onto the bed before he could even finish his sentence.

By the time we finished the last round, he had fallen asleep, but my alcohol had worn off.

Panic and regret flooded me, so I threw my clothes on and bolted.

So there’s really no way to guilt-trip the second ML over what happened.

I looked around the area but didn’t see anyone who looked like the second ML or the FL, until my eyes finally landed on a nearby café.

A man and a woman were sitting face-to-face by the window.

The man was incredibly handsome, the woman was stunning, and both practically radiated high-society elegance.

To be honest, I didn’t really remember what the second ML looked like.

But my gut told me that this couple had to be the second ML and the FL.

[Wait, why is this extra showing up here? Shouldn’t she have had the abortion by now? Why does she still have scenes?]

[It looks like she recognized Josiah. Is she trying to pivot into the villainess role?]

I rolled my eyes.

Did I really have nothing better to do?