After Dying Twice, I Refuse to Birth His Heir Again — Novel

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In a world where love is a game of survival, she once played the role of the devoted mistress, hoping to rise in status and secure a future with Samuel Grant. After enduring betrayal and death at his hands, she finds herself back at the beginning, faced with a choice that could change everything. With the stakes higher than ever, can she navigate the treacherous waters of desire and revenge, or will she become a pawn in a game she's determined to escape?

As her past lives bleed into her present, she recognizes the faces of her rivals, each with their own motives and secrets. With Samuel's heart in the balance, the pressure mounts. Is love worth the risk of losing herself again? When a desperate plea from his first love reveals a dark truth, she must confront not only the man who has wronged her but also the hidden complexities of loyalty and betrayal.

With time ticking down and the threat of becoming just another lost soul in Samuel's ruthless game, will she dare to rewrite her destiny? In a world where every choice could lead to ruin, can she outsmart fate and reclaim her life, or will she fall into the same trap once more?

After Dying Twice, I Refuse to Birth His Heir AgainChapter 1

To rise from being just a mistress to becoming the official wife of the Grant family, I spent five years fighting Samuel's so-called 'beloved' from the northern countryside.

Evelyn Grant, Samuel's grandmother, once declared that whoever became pregnant first would become Samuel's wife.

That very night, Samuel, drugged and delirious, stumbled into my room.

I was in my fertile window, so I got pregnant pretty easily.

After we married, he spoiled me endlessly and personally oversaw my entire pregnancy.

Everyone said I was blessed.

But on the day my water broke, he tied me down and cut my stomach open with his own hands, leaving me to bleed out.

"If you hadn't slipped me the antidote," he said, sounding almost irritated rather than enraged, "how else was I supposed to return to the woman I actually love?"

He didn't even look at me as he spoke.

His attention was entirely on the crying infant he'd torn from my body. "Now that the heir is born," he added, voice turning cold and final, "I'll raise him with her. You can die now."

In my second life, I shoved that equally fertile 'first love' straight into his room.