Chapter 1

I was Vance Vance's mistress!

He always talked about having a child with me.

I refused, telling him I was committed to a child-free life.

Then Vance's empire crumbled four years later.

Lost and hopeless, he decided to end his life by jumping from a rooftop.

I just shoved our secret child toward him and said, "Hold your horses. We have a daughter!"

Vance stared, utterly bewildered.

"Let me get this straight... we've been together for three years, and our child is already four years old?"

But seeing our daughter sobbing, he still stumbled down from the ledge, flustered trying to comfort her.

When he heard she was being bullied at her kindergarten, he snatched up his baseball bat and stormed the place.

When he learned she had a crush on a little punk in her class, he lost a whole night's sleep.

I asked him with a smile, "Still thinking about jumping off the building?"

"Vivi said she wants cake tonight. Do you want mango or strawberry toppings?"

...

After I transmigrated into this novel, I became the villain's throwaway mistress.

My first instinct was to run away from all this crap!

But Vance was just... ridiculously handsome.

He had a sharply defined jaw and cheekbones that could cut glass—better looking than any celebrity I'd ever seen.

So, in a moment of poor judgment, I ended up in bed with him.

It started with his looks, but I quickly learned his other... talents were just as exceptional.

The experience was beyond words.

So, even though I knew his bankruptcy in three years was inevitable, I stayed.

I played the part of the gold-digging mistress to perfection.

I sweet-talked him into buying me handbags, gold jewelry, real estate—anything I could convert into cash.

My plan was simple, the moment Vance went bankrupt, I'd take my nine-figure bank balance and disappear.

That kind of money would set me up for life.

But I was too naive.

The villain was, predictably, unhinged. His thoughtsprocess was a mystery.

He actually asked me to have his baby.