Pregnant With CEO's Baby Chapter 1

Heavy rain poured relentlessly over South Hampton City. The gloomy sky above seemed poised to collapse right onto the city.

A woman drenched in blood lay collapsed in the living hall of the Lawrence family manor.

Once the tragedy had concluded, everyone departed, abandoning her by herself.

On the floor, she clung desperately to her final breath.

The cruel remarks from her biological father rang loudly in her ears.

“Jeanne, who do you think you are? Our family won’t tolerate your scandalous actions! If not for your connection to Eden, I would have tossed you out when your mother died giving birth to you!

“I, Alexander Lawrence, recognize only two children, Jasmine and Joshua. You, Jeanne, are no longer mine!

“Anyone who dares help her or take her to the hospital will answer to me! I want this girl to suffer the price of challenging me!”

Jeanne sneered. Her stepsister had stolen her boyfriend, yet somehow it was all her fault?

Her eyes narrowed toward Jasmine.

Jasmine crouched directly before her face. Gone was the sweet, innocent facade; now a malicious smile twisted her features.

“Jeanne, how does it feel to be whipped by Father?”

Jeanne closed her eyes. She refused to let Jasmine’s repulsive face be her final sight in death.

“I figured you were the cherished darling of our family, the princess of the mighty Lawrence clan. Didn’t you claim Eden loved you? Yet he values me far more than you.”

If Jeanne could rise or even raise a hand, she’d throttle Jasmine and haul her into the abyss together.

“Jeanne, you’re the ultimate laughingstock! High society’s greatest fool. You lost your fiancé, and now everyone shuns and forsakes you… Why not just perish?” Jasmine taunted with a grin.

No, Jeanne’s survival instinct burned fiercely; she wouldn’t die simply because Jasmine demanded it. She must endure, no matter the agony, to avenge herself against this clan.

Jasmine eyed Jeanne’s gruesome wounds, her face lighting up with wicked delight. She seized a glass of water, stirred in salt, and poured the salty liquid onto the lash marks.

“Argggh!” Jeanne cried out in agony.

The entire Lawrence family had vanished from sight. They merely observed the torment, arms folded, faint smirks playing on their lips.

Jeanne’s agonized screams only heightened Jasmine’s thrill.

“Didn’t you boast about seducing Fourth Master Swan?” Jasmine jeered.

The searing torment across Jeanne’s body nearly caused her to black out several times.

“What happened? Couldn’t you get close enough to bed him?” Jasmine ridiculed. “Do you truly believe your beauty grants every desire? To me, it’s utterly repulsive!”

Jasmine narrowed her eyes while drawing a knife.

Just as she prepared to slash Jeanne’s face, the door burst open with a loud bang.

“Jeannie!”

The abrupt arrival jolted Jasmine, who quickly hid the knife.

Monica rushed in and spotted Jeanne sprawled on the ground. Tears streamed down her face nonstop as she hurried over, unsure how to lift her friend without worsening the wounds.

“Jeannie, I’m getting you to the hospital,” Monica declared through sobs.

“Don’t you dare!” Jasmine roared.

Monica shot her a fierce glare.

“My father forbade anyone from aiding her…”

Monica ignored her completely. To her, Jasmine was nothing but a b*stard. She hadn’t come to bicker with trash but to rescue her friend.

“Halt!” Alexander descended from upstairs.

“I’m taking her to the hospital!”

“Set her down!” Alexander thundered.

“Are you really going to watch her die here?” Monica shrieked.

“This is our family affair, and you’re merely an outsider, Monica!”

“Any rational person can see she’s at death’s door! Yet as her father, you choose to ignore it and let her perish?” Monica hurled her accusations at Alexander, tears flowing unchecked.

“That doesn’t concern you!”

“It does now! Otherwise, Jeanne dies here and now!” Monica supported Jeanne and tried to escort her from the house.

After two steps, Alexander signaled his servants sharply.

The servants encircled the women, pulling them apart and yanking Jeanne from Monica’s grasp.

Jeanne’s severe injuries worsened with the rough handling. Her expression remained blank, her face ashen like paper, the overwhelming pain dulling all sensation.

“Monica, were it not for your family, I’d have you forcibly ejected!” Alexander bellowed. He shot another stern look at the servants. “Return that girl to her room and escort Ms. Cardellini out!”

“Don’t ignore me!” Monica yelled.

Alexander fixed a menacing stare on her.

“If I can’t free Jeanne from this nightmare today, I’ll die here alongside her!” Monica staked her life to save her friend, defying Alexander.

“Then you’ll deal with my father!”

Alexander responded with bitter resentment to the threats.

“I MEAN IT!” Monica bellowed.

A deadlock gripped the scene.

Unable to stay longer due to her concern for Jeanne’s state, Monica spun around and slammed herself into the grandfather clock.

Clunk!

The resounding clunk reverberated across the living hall, startling Alexander.

Dizziness overwhelmed Monica. She gritted through the ache in her head and yelled at Alexander again, “Alexander Lawrence! Make your choice now!”

Alexander stared coldly at the girl and spoke in a toneless voice, “From today onward, Jeanne Lawrence is no longer my daughter. She shall never bear the name of Lawrence anymore!”

After hurling his angry words, Alexander departed.

Jasmine grinned slyly and trailed after her father.

Monica snatched Jeanne from the servants’ grasp, yet Jeanne could hardly stand.

“Jeannie!” Monica supported her.

Jeanne struggled to focus her blurry vision, summoning every bit of strength to whisper, “Thank you, Monica. Thank you for saving me with your life.”

“There’s no need to thank me. If you die, I don’t want to live either.” Monica’s eyes brimmed with red. She crouched down to hoist Jeanne onto her back.

“Hold on, I’ll bring you to the hospital.”

Jeanne weakly slumped against Monica’s shoulder. That slim shoulder offered perhaps the greatest warmth she had ever known in life.

Monica bore Jeanne out the door. Heavy rain still poured outside.

For some reason, Monica’s car had vanished, and her phone was lost amid or prior to the clash with Alexander.

Still, she couldn’t delay, as Jeanne clung to her final breaths.

Carrying Jeanne on foot through the pouring rain, she pushed forward. Even as her feet bled, she refused to halt.

Tears mingled with the rain streaming down her face. “Jeannie, don’t you die on me. I’ll bring you to the hospital…”

“Monica, I’m fine,” Jeanne reassured her.

She had vowed to herself to survive, and she meant to uphold that oath.

Monica finally got Jeanne to the hospital, but before Jeanne could heal, Alexander dispatched his servants there.

The servants showed up with a plane ticket, ordered to banish Jeanne from Harken.

From that day forward, Jeanne vanished from South Hampton City and all of Harken—at just 18 years old.