Born Bad Chapter 2

We arrived home shortly after.

The moment we walked through the door, Martha rushed to greet us, her voice loud and grating.

“What did the doctor say? Two grandsons, I hope?”

I frowned. I knew I was having a boy, but I would have loved a girl just as much. Martha’s blatant preference for sons always rubbed me the wrong way.

Lila, however, proudly handed the prenatal report to Martha.

“I don’t know about Clara—she was too embarrassed to say—but I’ve got a guaranteed boy in here. And not just any boy. He’s a supermale!”

Martha looked confused. “A supermale? What’s that?”

“It’s exactly what it sounds like,” Lila puffed out her chest. “More male than the average male. The ultimate man, the alpha of alphas!”

Martha’s face split into a wide, greedy grin. She stared at Lila’s stomach as if it were solid gold. Then her eyes drifted to me, and her expression soured.

“Hmph. Too embarrassed to say. Must not be my precious grandson, then.”

I didn’t bother to correct her. She took my silence as confirmation and stomped off to the kitchen.

Lila’s eyes glinted as she turned to “comfort” me. “It’s okay, Clara. We’re best friends, remember? My son is your son too. When he grows up to be successful, he’ll take care of his favorite aunt.”

In my past life, those words would have moved me to tears. Now, I just gave her a weak smile, not missing the flicker of calculation in her eyes.

I knew exactly what she was thinking. Adam and I had worked hard, saved up, and managed to put a down payment on a house in a good school district. Lila was already planning on how that house would one day belong to her son.

It wasn't until after I died in my past life, when Lila eagerly transferred the deed to her name, that I finally understood the depth of her scheming. She’d sent that monster to kill me because she was afraid I’d sell the house to compensate the little girl's family.

A cold smirk touched my lips. In this life, her plans were destined to go up in flames.