Pregnant By My Sterile Billionaire Dad
Language: en
It was the first day of the semester. I was still hauling my suitcases into the dorm when Trinity Ward suddenly grabbed my hand. Her face was flushed, her eyes shimmering with a mix of nerves and a strange, triumphant heat. "Quinn," she whispered, her voice carrying just enough to reach our other roommates. "Starting today, I’m going to be your stepmother. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you." I froze. The iced latte in my hand slipped, hitting the linoleum with a sickening thud. Plastic cracked, and brown liquid splattered across my white sneakers. "Stepmother?" I repeated, the word…