The Phoenix of the Riverfront
Language: en
In the grand hall of the Riverfront nightclub, my heavily pregnant sister was shoved onto the stage. Below her, men argued red-faced over the child in her belly. "It's gotta be mine! I put in the most work that night!" "Bullshit! I went the most rounds, my odds are way better!" My sister's face was pale as a ghost. With tears in her eyes, she questioned the man beside her: "Lucas Thorne, you're my fiancé. How could you treat me like this?" Lucas, with a delicate girl in his arms, sneered: "You don't even know whose bastard you're carrying, and you have the nerve to ask me?" The girl…