I was one of George Swallowell's twelve concubines. Rosalie, the elder of the Swallowell, once said, “Whoever gets pregnant first will be the future mistress of the house.

In my previous life, I was the first to get pregnant. But his favorite, the twelfth concubine, Priscilla Caradoc, slit her wrists and died.

On the day I gave birth, he dragged me from the delivery room to Priscilla's grave. He pressed my head and made me prostrate myself in front of the grave a hundred times.

“If you hadn't secretly hyped up the birth control pills, how could you get pregnant? Priscilla is already preparing for pregnancy and we will have a child soon. She is the one who should be my wife!”

“It's not enough that you took Priscilla's position, but you also forced her to commit suicide. I want you to join her in death!”

He dug out the ashes of my entire family and fed them to the wild dogs on the mountain in front of Priscilla’s last photo to take out his anger for her.

George knew that I had a poor blood clotting disorder, he cut dozens of knives on my body and watched me bleed to death with my eyes wide open.

In this life, I secretly switched the urine cup for the pregnancy test with Priscilla. I’m really sorry, I won’t accompany you in their love game any longer.

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“Rosalie, Mrs. Priscilla has been pregnant for a month.”

During the monthly routine pregnancy check-up at the Swallowell Family's old mansion, the private doctor announced the results. The ten concubines that George left behind held their respective pregnancy test slips, their expressions either disappointed or jealous.

“What the hell? Is the concubine number twelve actually pregnant? Is it real?”

“Just because she was the woman Mr. George loved the most. Indeed, they had dated before. We are just deliberately irritating her, because Mr. George was angry with Priscilla for leaving him to go abroad in the first place and is intentionally angry at her.”

“But for so many years, Mr. George, in addition to Priscilla, has not touched anyone else at all. So, who will be pregnant if she is not pregnant?”

“But I heard that last month, Mr. George slept in Caroline Drexel's room for one night, didn't he? Caroline, at least she was a young lady in the past. She was a socialite and the two families are close friends. The old lady has always wanted her to be her granddaughter-in-law.”

“Tsk, so what if she's a rich girl? Socialite or not, she’s just a slave for him. Mr. George can't even look at her, but to cope with the old lady, Mr. George must not have even touched her.”

George heard the result and joyfully swept Priscilla into his arms. He said to Rosalie, “Grandma, Priscilla is already pregnant. She is my future wife, please don't go back on your word. I'm going to organise the grandest wedding for Priscilla.”

Priscilla was pleasantly surprised as she touched her baby's belly and nestled shyly in his arms. And the tenderness in George's eyes almost overflowed, like he could no longer see anyone else but only Priscilla.

Everyone sneered at me. After all, I had loved George for ten years, so much so that as long as I could stay by his side. I didn't hesitate to put down my identity and dignity, willing to become one of his many concubines, to be a tool for him and Priscilla to gamble with and to be reduced to a joke in the whole of Copenhagen City.

Rosalie was stunned and looked at me with a few moments of guilt in her eyes.

She then frowned and said, “This is impossible. There must be a mistake in the test report.”

I understood her reaction. She’d been my grandmother’s best friend. After my parents died in a plane crash, my grandmother fell ill. Before she died, all the money she had was transferred to my account, along with the transfer of company shares. She also asked Rosalie to look after me.

She knew about my feelings for George and always wanted to fulfil my wish. She even went so far as to drug her own grandson last month, sending him into my room and locking the door.

But even with skin-to-skin contact, George was still unwilling to marry me. I still remember the disgust in his eyes when he threw the birth control pill into my face.

“Caroline, in order to force me to marry you, you're even capable of doing things like drugging me, you drugged me just to force me to marry you? Did you enjoy it?  You really make me sick.”

“You are just a friend I grew up with. I only have Priscilla in my heart. Be good and take the medicine. And don't make me do it myself.”

I remember when I was a kid, we watched TV together. The male lead in the show slept with the female lead but didn't want to be responsible. He forced the female lead to take the birth control pill in the same way. Our teacher in the physiology class taught that emergency contraceptive pills were very harmful to a girl's body.

At that time, George said to me with an angry face, “Caroline, you have to protect yourself when you grow up. If there's any scum that forces you to take this stuff, just tell me. I'll beat him to death.”

But he became the one who forced me to take the medicine now. George knew that I was the most afraid of bitterness, but he was bent on thinking that I had drugged him. And no matter how much I explained, he felt that I was the one who was lying to him.

In order to punish me, he forced me to eat an entire pack of medicine, without water. The bitterness of the pills spread in my mouth and even my heart crumpled into a ball of bitterness.

It wasn't until I swallowed the last pill, so bitter that tears flowed out of my eyes. Only then did George slowly put on his clothes and coldly say, “Don't act so pathetic. You brought this on yourself.”

Fate always loves to play tricks on people. Even after taking birth control pills, I still got pregnant. But I did not expect Priscilla to commit suicide because of this sadness.

Before she died, she sent a video to George. Her clothes were messy and she was in tears.

“Caroline did it on purpose. She threw up the birth control pills and got pregnant with your child. You should marry her, but I just wanted to stay by your side.  Even if there is a title for me, I am also willing. Why can't she accept me? She even sent men to ruin me!”

“If that’s the case, I'll just disappear completely to put her mind at ease. George, I love you. Goodbye, wish you guys happiness.”

George searched the whole night but only found her cold body. Also from that day on, he decided I should die with her.

George had the power to investigate, so as long as he carefully interrogated or asked the coroner. He would have realised that Priscilla hadn’t been assaulted at all before she died. And I hadn't done anything like that at all.

But he didn't even ask, didn't check and didn't believe me. He just condemned me. Just as everyone was silent, Rosalie called for her private doctor and looked at Priscilla.

She said in a deep voice, “Didn't you say you're pregnant? Then take another test!”

If another test were done, it would be discovered that Priscilla wasn't pregnant at all. And of the other eleven concubines, George hadn't touched anyone else besides me. My pregnancy would definitely be exposed.

When I thought of my last life, at the moment George fed my family's ashes to the dogs in front of Priscilla's tombstone and slashed open my flesh with a knife. He only watched me bleed out. I couldn't stop myself from trembling.

I instinctively held my belly. The existence of this child must not be known to him. I didn't expect that before I even opened my mouth, Priscilla's eyes turned red. She walked towards me.

She softly said, “Caroline, I know you like George. Grandma also wants you to get married, but I already have his child. Please help us. Don't force grandma to break us anymore.”

With a single sentence, I was turned into a villain who was jealous and egged on the elders. Priscilla made a move to kneel down towards me and George hurriedly held her back, looking at me in disgust.

“You didn't do anything wrong and you're pregnant. Why should you kneel to her? She’s not worth it”

“Caroline, how many times do I have to say it? I just treat you as my childhood friend. I let you live in the Swallowell Family only for the sake of grandma and your family's elders. Can’t you have some dignity and stop clinging to me?”

He looked at Rosalie.

“Grandma, the doctor said that Priscilla already has my child. What's there to test again? Even if you test it eight hundred times again, Caroline could never have my child. What happened that night was her plan to drug me. I always make her take birth control pills. So, even if you test it eight hundred times again, she won't be able to conceive it!”

“I've already decided, I'll hold a wedding with Priscilla in three days from now.  The rest of you, including Caroline, get out of here!”

Mrs. Rosaline was so angry, pounding her cane on the floor. “Caroline is not the kind of person you said at all, that night was me.”

I hurriedly interrupted her and smiled at Priscilla. “Ms. Priscilla, don't joke. You're my second brother's sweetheart and my future second sister-in-law. How could I break you up?”

“Caroline wishes both of you a hundred years of happiness and an early birth.”

George was the second oldest in the Swallowell Family and had an older sister above him. When I was a kid, I always called him my brother. But only from the time I realised what I felt in my heart, I stopped calling him that.

How silly I was at that time, thinking that as long as I didn't call him my brother and didn't become his childhood friend's sister, I could become his woman. Probably hadn't heard me address him like this for a long time, George's eyes flashed with dismay, which was quickly replaced by indifference.

“Count on your self-knowledge. Be respectful to Priscilla in the future.”

He pulled Priscilla away. And the other ten concubines, no matter how reluctant they were, had to pack their bags and leave. Mrs. Rosaline was so angry that she poked the ground with her cane.

“How could that vixen possibly be pregnant? There must be something fishy. Caroline, don't worry, I will definitely find out the truth. George, this bastard, actually forced you to take birth control pills. I have to make him kneel and apologise to you.”

It was only then that I realised that the private doctor had secretly told her long ago that Priscilla had had several abortions and might not be able to have children.

It was not that Rosalie didn't tell George, but he didn't believe it at all. He still thought that I was the one who egged her on and threw dirty water on Priscilla.

Seeing her defend me, I was moved. I held her hand.

“Grandma, what happened that night was originally a mistake. Can't you see? George only has Priscilla in his heart. Whether she can have children or not doesn’t matter. Forced love never lasts. Let it go.”

“After so many years, I'm really tired. My parents arranged a childhood engagement for me before I was born. In three days, I’ll go abroad to get married, Grandma. Please, let me go.”

I wasn't surprised in the slightest that George would favour Priscilla. Back then, Priscilla rejected George's proposal and went abroad to study because Rosalie had set me up with George.

George drank for three days. When he sobered up, he was a changed man. He grabbed my chin, his eyes cold.

“Caroline, don't you like me? Then show me your sincerity.”

George brought me back to the Swallowell Family. I thought he was finally willing to try and accept me, but I later realised that he was angry that Priscilla left him behind because of me. He actually wanted to get back at me.

The former Drexel family's daughter had degraded herself and fallen into his concubines, but she wasn't the only one. In order to humiliate me, George brought back ten more women to the house, each of them looking a bit similar to Priscilla.

He wanted me to serve them like a servant, calling them ‘sister’ and allowing them to call me by my nickname. He also let them boss me around and then laughed.

“Caroline, your love is as cheap as you are as a person. I am George Swallowell, I don't want lowly women.”

He posted a photo of them kissing together on his social media, as if he was a playboy who lingered in the flowers, but I knew that he was doing it to piss off Priscilla.