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Benjamin suddenly looked up, frantically shaking his head before dropping to his knees:
“I was wrong, Rachel. I’ve divorced Kim. We’ll get married as soon as we go back, okay? Please… don’t leave!
You’re carrying our child!”
I stared at the man with icy contempt:
“Who said the child in my belly is…”
Before I could finish, a large hand gently pulled me into an embrace. My eyes lifted, tension melting instantly.
Willie glanced down, eyebrow arched at the kneeling Benjamin:
“Who claimed my wife’s child is yours?”
I watched Benjamin’s expression fracture. His face turned ghostly pale, voice trembling uncontrollably as he stammered:
“God… Godfather?”
Willie didn’t acknowledge him immediately.
Instead, he handed me his ice cream, affection warming his gaze:
“Can’t overindulge, my dear.”
I huffed, naturally accepting the treat while chiding: “It’s not me craving it –the baby inside is.”
We bantered with effortless intimacy.
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Benjamin remained frozen on his knees, disbelief etching his features.
Finally, Willie cast him an indifferent look, lips curving slightly:
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“If you’re here to congratulate your godfather on marriage and fatherhood, save it. First, kowtow to your godmother.”
Godmother…
The word stabbed Benjamin’s heart. Thoughts of the Mitchell legacy, even his godfather, evaporated–replaced by white–hot fury::
He’d take Rachel back!
How dare she marry another!
In a flash, he lunged at Willie.
They crashed to the ground, fists flying.
But Benjamin, softened by privilege, was no match for Willie’s battle- hardened strength. Willie pinned his head, delivering brutal punches.
First blow, voice glacial:
“This fist teaches fatherhood!
Gifting your own child as a flirtation prop? You’re no father!”
Second blow:
“This fist teaches husbandry!
Deceiving her love? Making Rachel endure child–loss agony daily?
You’re no husband!”
Final blow, Willie channeled full force.
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Cold declaration:
“Last fist teaches knowing your place. Kneel. Call her godmother.”
Willie slammed Benjamin’s forehead against concrete.
Bloodied and dazed, Benjamin choked out:
“God… godmother…”
I answered with sweet satisfaction,
Hand resting on my rounded belly as I eyed him disdainfully:
“Let’s go home. This filth is scaring the baby.”
Willie instantly released him, wiping his hands before encircling me tenderly:
“Go home.”
Benjamin could only kneel in ruin, desperately reaching for me as he howled:
“I was wrong! Truly wrong-!”
The breeze carried no reply.
Someone captured Benjamin’s disgraceful park scene in Washington, spreading it online.
Paired with Kim’s earlier exposés,
Public fury toward Benjamin ignited–boycotts against Mitchell goods erupted nationwide.
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The the Mitchell family’s stock plummeted within days. Carol Mitchell
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was frantic with worry, tearfully urging Benjamin to beg Willie for help.
Benjamin’s eyes were hollow as he stubbornly shook his head:
“I’d rather die than ask him…‘
Meanwhile, fresh after childbirth, Willie strode into the shareholders‘ meeting holding our baby and declared without hesitation:
“This is the next heir. Mine and Rachel’s child.”
The shareholders gasped. They’d believed Willie had no heir, never imagining he’d quietly fathered a child.
My eyes curved into crescents as I watched Willie. He took my hand and asked:
“What about the Mitchells… and those ten children you bore earlier?”
Willie hmphed coldly:
“Bankrupt them. Agreed?”
I lowered my gaze, formulating a plan before shaking my head:
“That’s too merciful… Let’s make the Mitchells wholly dependent on us instead. As for my ten children…”
I lifted my eyes, studying Willie uncertainly.
“Would you mind?”
Willie pulled me tightly against him, his voice gravelly:
“Your children are mine. Bring them home. Everything else… we’ll handle as you wish.”
I laughed and kissed Willie, our arms wrapped around each other in
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joyful chaos…
When the ten children came home, Willie treated them equally. He’d gather all eleven kids upon returning, kissing each forehead in turn.
As for Benjamin…
I didn’t bankrupt the Mitchells. Instead, I had Willie assign him the cheapest production projects.
Previously, the Mitchells maintained minor independence.
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Now they relied on us for everything. Every year, Carol would bring Benjamin from New York to Washington, where they bowed respectfully before me.
Benjamin’s eyes reddened as he watched my ten children playing with Willie. Swallowing his pride, he forced out the words:
“Hello, Godmother.”