“Miss Edwards, I need your signature on this consent form for artificial insemination surgery,” said the lawyer as he presented the document to Ariana Edwards.

Ariana gripped the pen tightly, her knuckles turning white as she stared at the consent form.

The surgery was scheduled for tomorrow, and today was her wedding.

The donor of the sperm was none other than Theodore Anderson, the eldest son of the wealthy Anderson family, and also her groom.

But fate had dealt a cruel hand. Theodore had been in a horrific car accident three months prior and was now comatose, unlikely to ever recover. His life hung by a thread, and it was uncertain how long he would last.

The Anderson family, known for their fixation on succession and legacy, was desperate to ensure Theodore’s bloodline would continue. So his father, Darian Anderson, took it upon himself to get his son a wife. The sperm that Theodore froze years ago was going to be inseminated into the bride’s womb before he died.

As Ariana looked down at the consent form in front of her, her complexion was ashen, and her eyes betrayed a subtle sense of panic.

space to collect my thoughts? I need to read through it carefully,” she said to the lawyer, her

of silence, the lawyer nodded and left

silence. Ariana immediately placed the consent form on the

it, Jasper, Theodore’s half- brother, was the mastermind behind this

life had been turned upside down by the recent passing of her father, and the ruthlessness of her stepmother, Glenda Edwards. Ariana was left with nothing, not

find a way to sabotage the surgery. After Theodore’s death, Jasper would become the sole heir of the Anderson family, and in return, he promised to

as the wedding drew closer, she

comfort and counsel, Ariana tried calling him,

him. She took off her high heels, held them in her hands, and walked down the corridor, her heart

she approached the last lounge at the

could be heard coming from the slightly open door. It was the sound of

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