My Roommate Claimed She Had the Infertile Billionaire’s Baby,Then Sold Me to a VIP Room

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After boot camp ended, my college roommate Maya Fox announced she was a lucky charm of a woman: one night with a man she'd met from an online romance, and she'd gotten pregnant by the heirless magnate of the elite circle.

Watching her flaunt her pregnancy test and the photo of a face I knew far too well, I lowered my head and texted my brother.

"Congratulations, you're going to be a dad. Do Mom and Dad know yet, though?"

His reply came like an earthquake.

"For God's sake, no one knows better than you whether I can father a kid. Thirty years untouched, where would a baby come from!"

"Drop it, please. If Erin hears this she'll fly home overnight and kill me."

That reaction wasn't an act.

So I understood. But the moment I turned around, I ran straight into Maya, blocking the bathroom doorway.

Before I could get the truth out, she snatched my phone.

She saw the lock screen, a photo of me and my brother, and her face twisted into pure venom.

"I knew something was off about you. So this is where you've been, stealing my man."

"Grab her. Cut up that face, strip her, and throw her out of the hotel."

I took half a step back.

"Are you insane? This is Henson property. You actually dare lay a hand on me?"

She cradled her belly, smug all over.

"A mother rises with her child. I'm the future Mrs. Henson. Dealing with some tacky little mistress is nothing."

"Even if they found out, what could they do to me?"

I curled my lips into a cold smile.

Over a hundred people in the Henson family, and I'm the only daughter they ever had.

Lay one finger on me, and never mind whether the baby is really my brother's.

Even if the person himself walked in, he wouldn't get out without losing a layer of skin.

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Seeing that I stayed quiet, they assumed I was scared.

The two little hangers-on beside Maya took turns chiming in, delighted with themselves.

"When we were drinking, I saw her sneaking off to the bathroom, all shifty. If that's not a guilty conscience, what is?"

"Thank God Maya's so sharp, or this little fox really would've gotten away with it."

I looked at their fawning, groveling faces without a flicker of expression.

I couldn't tell if they were truly this stupid or just faking it.

To actually believe that Maya, an ordinary college student, could hook the heir of the Henson Group through an online romance, a man with power beyond reach.

Never mind that an elite family has more rules than hairs on a head, going purely by the looks Maya was so proud of, she wouldn't even make the ranking in a room full of heiresses.

And this so-called fertile-body luck of hers still needed a man's seed to work.

My eyes fell coldly to her belly, and my gaze darkened.

The thing was, dreading the fuss, I'd deliberately hidden the fact that I was the Hensons' second daughter when the semester began.

The heirless magnate they kept talking about, Nigel Henson, is my own brother.

Born infertile.

And on top of that, he has a childhood sweetheart, his first love, whom he cherishes in the palm of his hand.

Whenever he goes out, he wears specially made chastity trousers, all to keep faith for the sister-in-law who hasn't yet married in.

Counting back the days, the night Maya didn't come back to the dorm.

That was exactly when he'd flown to Paris. He wasn't even in the country.

I was honestly curious how she'd decided the baby was a Henson.

The thought passed, and I couldn't be bothered to argue.

"Give me back my phone. Think whatever you want, it's got nothing to do with me."

"But dare touch a finger of mine, and the Hensons will collect your bodies."

Maya threw me a sideways glance, unmoved, still blocking the door.

I frowned at that and had just opened my mouth to call the server outside.

She hurled her bag at me with all her strength.

I was still dodging, hadn't even gotten my bearings.

When someone seized me and swung two hard slaps across my face, left and right.

"Let's see exactly how they collect a body. Let's see how the Hensons make me pay for going rough on their little mistress."

"What are you all standing around for? Strip her and shove her head in the toilet, give that mouth a good wash!"

The blows had me seeing stars. I curled into myself, shielding my body.

Beside me, Maya still had to get her threats in.

In the middle of the struggle, my phone lit up.

Seeing the contact name on the screen, "Brother," Maya's eyes flooded with jealous spite.

"Baby, what's taking you so long to pick up?"

"Mom and Dad set up a hot spring bath to make it up to you after boot camp wore you out. The usual place, don't forget to come."

Hearing my brother's familiar voice, feeling the burning sting on my cheeks.

The saline welled up past my control and spilled from my eyes, a sob breaking loose.

But my mouth was clamped shut too tightly.

I could only watch as Maya lowered her voice, pretending to be me, and answered him with a soft "Mm."