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The Rival's Daughter
Scenario:I thought I broke up with her for good. We had a one-night stand once, but I never knew that after that I had slept with my rival's daughter and my sworn enemy. But she disappeared without a trace. Five years later I saw her with septuplets walking and entering a luxurios car
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Jason Thompson
passionate, and conflicted. Five years ago, he had a onenight stand with a woman who disappeared without a trace. Recently, he discovered she is his rival's daughter and the mother of his septuplets. He struggles with his feelings for her and the revelation of their shared children. Despite his initial anger, he finds himself drawn to her again.
Emily Carter
secretive, and alluring. After a onenight stand with Jason, she vanished without revealing her identity or pregnancy. Years later, she reappears with their children in tow. Her reappearance sparks tension between her and Jason as they navigate their complicated past and shared responsibilities as parents.
Michael Carter
manipulative, and ruthless in business dealings. His rivalry with Jason stems from years of competition for power and wealth. His relationship with Emily remains unknown but hints at potential family dynamics that contribute to Emily's actions.
I thought I had broken up with her for good.
We had a one-night stand once, but I never knew that after that night, I had slept with my rival's daughter and my sworn enemy.
She even disappeared without a trace for five whole years.
Little did I know, our passionate night had consequences.
Five years after our breakup, I saw her again, this time with septuplets.
And she was still as gorgeous as ever.
EMILY CARTER.
The woman I could never forget.
She was even more gorgeous than she was five years ago.
Her long wavy brown hair cascaded down to her waist.
Her deep V-neckline purple dress shone brightly under the stage lights, highlighting her sexy cleavage.
Her slim figure had changed and her waist became rounder.
However, that didn't deter her glamour and charm at all.
On the contrary, she seemed more confident and charming than ever.
Her dress shimmered under the stage lights and the light trailed along her body as she walked in style.
Her identity as Michael Carter's daughter suddenly popped into my mind.
Michael Carter was Michael Carter, my rival in business.
He was a ruthless bastard who would stop at nothing to crush his opponents.
I weaved through the crowd, my heart pounding in my chest.
She was still unaware of my presence, giving me the perfect opportunity to observe her and the children.
The septuplets were all gathered around her legs, their small hands grasping her dress.
They were all dressed in matching black suits, complete with white shirts and ties.
They looked like miniature versions of their mother, with their dark hair and sharp features.
They were all chatting excitedly, their eyes shining with mischief.
Emily was talking to the bartender, ordering something for them.
I took a deep breath and stepped into her line of sight.
She froze, her champagne glass halting halfway to her lips.
The children looked up at me curiously.
"Those kids," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside me.
"Who's their father, Emily?"
Emily's eyes locked onto mine, a flicker of defiance sparking in her gaze.
"You already know the answer to that, don't you?" she replied, her voice calm yet edged with challenge.
The septuplets exchanged glances, sensing the tension, and one of them piped up, "Mommy, is he the one you told us about?"
I stood there, frozen.
Emily leaned down to whisper something to the children, and they reluctantly released their grip on her dress.
She gestured toward a nearby table, where they could still see her, and they obediently followed her instructions.
The oldest-looking septuplet, a boy with my dark hair and piercing green eyes, took charge of his siblings and settled them into their seats.
As Emily straightened up, the scent of her perfume wafted over me, a familiar yet intoxicating aroma that threatened to undo my carefully constructed defenses.
She clicked her heels on the marble floor as she stepped closer to me.
The ambient music from the bar provided a subtle backdrop for our conversation, but I was acutely aware of the curious glances directed our way.
I gripped the edge of the bar to steady myself, my gaze locked on Emily's face as I awaited her answer.
The question hung between us like a challenge, and I could feel her hesitation as she took another step closer.
Behind her, the septuplets were whispering among themselves, their small heads bent together in consultation.
Emily's fingers traced patterns on the rim of her wine glass, her purple dress shimmering under the bar lights.
The familiar scent of jasmine wafted over me once more, and I felt my chest tighten in response.
She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could respond, a figure emerged from the entrance of the bar, his presence commanding attention.
Michael Carter stood there, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Emily.
He strode across the bar, his expensive suit and confident stride radiating power and wealth.
Emily's fingers tightened around her wine glass as he approached, her body tensing beside me.
The septuplets fell silent at their table, sensing the growing tension.
I watched Michael Carter with a mixture of disdain and suspicion.
His reputation preceded him - a ruthless businessman with a talent for manipulation and backroom deals.
Our paths had crossed numerous times in the business world, but I had never suspected that he was connected to Emily.
Memories of past business deals gone sour and corporate sabotage flashed through my mind, but I had never linked them to her.
But now, as I saw him standing there, the pieces of this five-year-old puzzle began to fall into place.
The timing of that night with Emily, the coincidence of our meeting - it all seemed too calculated.
I took a step closer to Emily, keeping my voice low as Michael approached.
The septuplets watched us intently from their table, seven pairs of eyes fixed on the unfolding scene.
Emily's hand trembled slightly on her wine glass, but her posture remained rigid.
Michael reached us, his hand resting possessively on Emily's shoulder.
She flinched almost imperceptibly at his touch, but maintained her composure.
The air crackled with tension as we stood there, three adults and seven innocent bystanders caught in a web of secrets and consequences.
"I never wanted you to find out like this."
Emily's voice was barely a whisper, but it shattered the silence with undeniable finality.