After dying suddenly from overwork, I found myself transmigrated into the life of a fake heiress who had been cast out of her wealthy family.

While the real heiress reclaimed the life that had once been mine, I decided to leave the drama behind. Armed with my savings, I embraced a carefree lifestyle, swapping boyfriends every three days and living for the moment.

Then, two months later, life hit me with a curveball—I discovered I was pregnant.

The problem? I had no idea who the father was.

With no choice, I approached the three powerful CEOs I had been involved with, each more arrogant and competitive than the last. What followed was a 10-billion-dollar bet by each of the three over who the father might be, with me caught in the middle.

"I bet the baby belongs to all three of you," I teased, only for them to roll their eyes and dismiss me as ridiculous.

Even so, when I gave birth to triplets, their argument outside the delivery room went viral, sending the internet into a frenzy and turning my life—and theirs—into a spectacle.

"Congratulations, Ms. Jordan. You're already two months pregnant."

When I heard the doctor say this, I was completely dumbfounded.

Why? Well, that was because I had no idea who the father of the child was.

A little backstory—after two weeks of grueling overtime, I dropped dead. The last thing I remembered before passing out was the terrified look on my heartless boss' face.

My last thought had been, 'Shouldn't I at least squeeze a big payout out of him?' But it turned out I would not even get that chance—I was gone.

The good news? I did not actually die.

The bad news? I transmigrated into a novel.

Plus, it was not just into any character—I became the fake heiress, the foil to the female lead, who had just been kicked out of her wealthy family for framing the real heiress.

If I had arrived a second earlier, I might have had a chance to shamelessly beg for my place back.

The silver lining to all of this? I brought my years of secret savings with me.

I immediately checked my bank account on my phone, and when I saw millions in savings, I almost burst out laughing.

This was pocket change for a wealthy family. But to someone like me—a working stiff scraping by on a few thousand dollars a month—it felt like a fortune from the heavens.

Recalling the tragic end awaiting my character in the novel, I immediately decided to flee from the protagonists and embrace a life of carefree indulgence.

To relieve the stress of my sudden death and new life, I rushed to a bar and did something I had been dreaming of for ages. I spent my money like it was nothing, even hiring ten male models to give me the royal treatment.

The constant cries of my name around me melted my soul, and I completely forgot about my sudden death and all my troubles.

In fact, I was changing boyfriends every three days and living the dream of being a new bride every night.

Nonetheless, I never thought I would actually end up pregnant. I was sure I had taken precautions, but somehow, one hit the target.

Now, I was in big trouble. I had no idea who the father of the child was.

Back home, while I was lying on the couch and staring at the positive test results, I narrowed it down to three suspects based on the timeline.

This felt like taking a blind gamble.

Running off with the baby was not even an option. Although I had some savings, it was not nearly enough to raise a child.

I unblocked all three men's numbers, and when I saw their last names, I suddenly felt a wave of assurance wash over me. Well, at least the baby's formula money would be covered.

One was a Griffin, another a Bailey, and the last a Larsen. From my extensive experience of reading similar novels, I knew these names were practically standard for domineering CEOs. If each of them was not worth at least billions, their names would be wasted on them.

I thought about it for a moment. Who should I confront first? At a critical moment like this, my indecisiveness kicked in.

After agonizing for a while, I still could not decide who to approach first.

Back then, I had broken up with each of them the day after we slept together, moving on to a new fling the next day. If I showed up now, I might actually get myself killed.

I rubbed my belly and thought that at least I had an ace up my sleeve—this baby.

As my fingers hovered over the keyboard, I decided to message all three and see who would respond first. To my surprise, Reuben Griffin replied in seconds.

I knew that this guy would be the most responsive! He had been the most impressive in bed too. He was surprisingly skilled for someone who seemed new to the game.

[You've still got the nerve to contact me?]

I could feel his anger radiating through the screen, and for a moment, I faltered.

Then, I thought of the child growing inside me that would cost me all my money to raise following its birth and immediately snapped a photo of the positive pregnancy test to send to him.

[I'm pregnant. It might be yours.]

Seconds later, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. After hesitating for a moment, I picked up.

His furious voice practically exploded through the phone. "Eliza Jordan, explain yourself! What do you mean it might be mine?"

Hearing the anger in his tone, I did not dare say a word.

"Eliza, talk!"

I nervously fiddled with my fingers and mumbled, "Did you forget that after we split, I found someone else the very next day?"

He let out a cold laugh, grinding his teeth as he spoke, "So, what you're saying is, you want me to take responsibility for a child that might not be mine?"

Annoyed, I muttered a soft rebuttal, "There's a 33% chance it's yours. Can you not be so dramatic?"

That set him off completely. He shouted, "What do you mean 33%? Don't tell me there was another guy in those two days? Eliza, you've really outdone yourself. Were the two of us not enough for you?"

How was I supposed to respond to that?

Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, toned thighs, a perfectly round butt, and eight-pack abs—who could resist that?

Not me, that was for sure. So, I played dumb.

Seeing that I was not responding, Reuben sighed and sent me an address. "Meet me here tomorrow."

After hanging up, I checked the address and saw it led to Griffin Corporation.

I knew it. Just from Reuben's last name, I could tell he was destined to be the classic CEO-type. Curious, I did a quick search online.

What I found made me grin from ear to ear before drifting off to sleep.

The next day, as soon as I arrived at the entrance of Griffin Corporation and messaged Reuben, I saw her—the real heiress, Melanie Jordan.

What rotten luck!

I could not forget how, when I first transmigrated, she had arrogantly kicked me out of the family.

Plus, that was not all. My memories were filled with instances of her framing me, exploiting the Jordan family's guilt to bully me repeatedly.

Years ago, it was the Jordans' negligence that led to the mix-up of children. But somehow, I was the one who ended up being blamed for everything.

Melanie resented me for taking her place and making her suffer. The Jordans blamed me for stealing their biological daughter's rightful life of luxury and turned a blind eye to all the times she targeted me.

It was as if pinning the responsibility on me absolved them of all guilt and made them a perfect, loving family.

When Melanie spotted me, she froze in place with a haughty expression.

"Well, look who it is. Don't you know your shabby self doesn't belong here? Griffin Corporation isn't a place you can just waltz into."

I took a deep breath, ready to fire back, but someone else beat me to it. "If she can't be here, who can? You?"

I turned to see Reuben in a sharp black suit, walking toward us. "I waited for you upstairs for so long, and you're still down here wasting time?"

Before I could reply, Melanie hurried to speak first, her face full of eagerness, "Mr. Griffin, I was just about to head up. You didn't need to come down for me!"

Reuben's indifferent tone shattered her fantasy in an instant. "Who are you? I wasn't talking to you."

Her stunned expression made me burst out laughing.

Reuben's sharp tongue spared no one. In fact, he had nearly torn me apart with it before.

"What are you laughing at? Hurry up and follow me upstairs."

I quickly followed him, leaving Melanie, whose face was filled with resentment, behind.

In the office, the coffee the secretary brought me was replaced with plain water by Reuben. His gaze kept drifting toward my stomach.

"Say something. What, cat got your tongue? Weren't you quite the chatterbox before?"

I shrank into myself, trying to minimize my presence. "What do you plan to do?"

He scoffed. "What do you mean, what do I plan to do? We don't even know if it's my child yet. What am I supposed to do?"

I nervously rubbed my fingers together, letting out an awkward laugh. "Well then, maybe you could provide some child support in advance?"

He looked at me in disbelief and tapped on his phone a few times. "Eliza, you're as greedy and shameless as ever. Do you think I'd miss this pocket change? I just transferred it to you."

His words stung, but really, who would turn down money? Seeing all those zeros on my phone, I could not stop grinning.

Jackpot. Absolute jackpot!

When I remembered there were two more potential fathers, my excitement skyrocketed.

Reuben watched my overly satisfied expression and shook his head, unable to hide his disdain.

"Who's next on your list?"

I wiped the smile off my face, studying his expression carefully before timidly muttering, "Devon Bailey."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "Well, it just so happens I'm heading to Bailey Corporation today. Want to tag along?"

I immediately waved my hands in refusal. The thought of both of them in one room was too beautiful for me to bear.

He chuckled. "Don't be shy. I'm being generous."

I tried to resist, but he effortlessly dragged me along, shielding my belly as he practically carried me into the car.

Feeling utterly defeated, I was hauled into Devon's office by Reuben.

When Devon saw us walk in together, his expression was one of pure shock. He extended a hand toward Reuben. "Mr. Griffin, it seems our meeting will need to be rescheduled."

Reuben pulled me from behind him. "No need, Mr. Bailey. Today's discussion involves all three of us."

I sat on the couch, feeling their eyes on me. I nervously pulled out the pregnancy test results.

"Um, so… I'm pregnant…" My voice grew quieter with each word.

Reuben crossed his arms, clearly enjoying the show, while Devon stared at the results, flipping through the pages multiple times in disbelief. Finally, he adjusted his glasses and looked at me. "Is it mine?"

I stammered, unsure how to respond, but Reuben cut in with a mocking laugh.

"Mr. Bailey, don't get ahead of yourself. There's only a 33% chance it's yours."

Devon shot him a glance. "Who else is there?"

Reuben nodded at me. "Ask her that question."

Under the intense glares of the two men, I shivered and did not dare make a sound. If looks could kill, I was sure they would both have murdered me already.

The two exchanged a glance before Devon asked, "And who's the third?"

I looked down, twisting my fingers nervously. "A-Aden Larsen."

Reuben burst out laughing. "Eliza, I've got to say, your taste in men is impeccable."

I immediately straightened my back and beamed with pride. "Of course, it is! Who do you think I am? My eyes are sharp and my preferences are refined!"

Devon rubbed his temples and sighed, looking at me. "Do you really not know who the father is?"

I mumbled under my breath, "How would I know? It's your fault for timing your visits so close together."

Devon let out a cold laugh. "Oh, so now, it's my fault, huh? Was it because I didn't try hard enough? Gave you the energy to find someone else the very next day?"

Thinking back to those wild, indulgent days, my waist suddenly ached.

He scrolled through his phone. "Aden's out of the country on a business trip. Once he's back, the three of us will sit down and have a proper discussion."

Neither Reuben nor I objected. Before leaving, I also did not forget to remind Devon about the child support.

Ignoring his look of disdain, I stared at the incoming funds on my phone, laughing uncontrollably.

Another boost to my savings! I could not wait for Aden to return. Patting my belly, I thought what a great kid I had.

Not long after I got home and lay down, I received a call from my so-called mother. I did not pick up, but she kept calling relentlessly. Finally, I gave in and answered as I was curious about what she wanted this time.

"Eliza, did you bully Melanie again today? Haven't you taken enough of her life already?" She launched straight into an aggressive barrage of questions.

I raised a hand to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. I could feel my eyes stinging.

"If you're calling just to say this, I'm hanging up."

She panicked and quickly added, "Wait! Tomorrow, we're hosting a welcome home banquet for Melanie. You'd better show up."

Although Melanie's identity had long since been restored, the Jordans had never formally introduced her to high society.

Tomorrow's banquet was specifically arranged to announce her status and help her integrate into the elite circle.

Even so, why did they want me there? To make her shine in comparison to me?

I refused without hesitation, "I'm busy."

My mother sighed heavily. "You don't have a choice. If you don't come, I'll have someone take Wallie away."

Wallie was my Border Collie. When I left the Jordans, I wanted to take him with me, but Melanie would not allow it. Now, they were using him to threaten me.

I stared at my phone which was now disconnected and fell silent. Then, I asked Reuben if he and Devon would be attending. After getting their response, I felt a little more at ease.

I prayed the Jordans would not pull any stunts tomorrow. Otherwise, I would not hesitate to bring the child into play and turn its potential fathers against them.

The next day, I spared no expense on my outfit and makeup. There was no way I would let my presence be overshadowed.

When I arrived, I took a quick stroll around the venue, casually searching for the potential fathers of my child. Before I could spot anyone, Melanie cornered me.

She covered her mouth with a dainty laugh. "I thought you wouldn't show up."

Even though we were born on the same day of the same year, the Jordans insisted on treating me as the older one.

Whenever Melanie and I clashed, they would chide me, saying, "You're the older sister. Why can't you let her have her way?"

Why should I always step aside for her?

I picked up a glass of red wine and swirled it nonchalantly. "Why wouldn't I come?"

Her expression immediately darkened, and malice replaced her fake smile.

"Eliza, I was able to get rid of you once, and I can do it again. If you're smart, you'd leave early. And another thing—Mr. Griffin is out of your league. With your current status, you're not even fit to care about him."

I smiled, glancing over her shoulder at the approaching figure.

Reuben walked over with a mocking expression. "If she isn't fit to care about me, who is? You?"

Melanie's expression fell as soon as she saw him. She stammered in response, "M-Mr. Griffin, that's not what I meant."

He draped an arm over my shoulder, glanced at me to make sure I was fine, and then turned his gaze to Melanie.

"Then what did you mean? If I want her to care about me, how is that any of your business?"

Gasps rippled through the crowd as their eyes darted between us, some openly and some in secret.

At that moment, Edward, my so-called brother, stepped forward to smooth things over for Melanie.

"Mr. Griffin, this is just a little joke between sisters. Nothing serious."

Devon interrupted as he approached from a distance, "Mr. Jordan, that's not quite right, is it? As far as I know, Eliza was kicked out of the Jordan family long ago. What kind of sisters are they?"

Edward's face turned awkward. Both Reuben and Devon were people the Jordans could not afford to offend. He shot Melanie a dark look before sternly addressing her, "Melanie, apologize to Eliza."

Melanie, who was clearly unhappy, gave me a half-hearted apology before running off. Edward was left standing there, embarrassed.

I could not help but burst out laughing.

Devon walked over to me. "Is it that funny?"

I nodded enthusiastically. It was the first time anyone had sided with me over Melanie.

Looking at the two men by my side, I felt an overwhelming sense of security. I then retreated to a corner, grabbed a small slice of cake, and began to eat.

Suddenly, Reuben tapped me on the shoulder. "Look who's here."

I looked up, my eyes lighting up at the sight of the stunning man who had appeared in front of me.

Reuben rolled his eyes. "Eliza, wipe that lovesick look off your face. Didn't you get enough of him in bed?"

Realizing who it was, I snapped back to reality. "Aden? What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be on a business trip abroad?"

He reached out and pinched my cheek. "If I didn't come back, I was afraid my territory would be taken over.

"Now, tell me—who are you planning to claim as the father of my child?"