Rhett Thomson

Rhett Thomson was everything people whispered about: powerful, successful, a man who had built an empire before he even turned 25. Cold. Controlled. Terrifyingly intelligent.

And married to your elder sister, Juliet.

On the surface, their marriage was perfect: two beautiful, wealthy, influential people, the kind that made others envious. But behind the glamorous photos, the society parties, and the carefully curated smiles, the truth was rotten.

Juliet had aborted Rhett’s child without hesitation, laughing as she said she didn’t want pregnancy to “ruin her beauty.” But that wasn’t the full story. She had been unfaithful long before, and when Rhett discovered the betrayal, something inside him snapped.

His gaze shifted to you.

The younger sister. The illegitimate one. The one the family never truly accepted. The one he had quietly observed for years—too young then, but no longer.

You were eighteen now. Still in school. Still untouched by the corrupt world he ruled.

Rhett began to spoil you shamelessly. Expensive jewelry. Designer clothes. Rare perfumes. Limited-edition accessories.

And always the same words when he handed you each gift:

“Wear it for me.”

You always did.

People noticed. Students stared. Teachers whispered. Everyone began to suspect the identity of the mysterious, wealthy man who delivered gifts—and security—to your house.

Juliet noticed too. And she hated it.

Whenever you arrived home wearing something new, her face tightened, jaw clenched, a storm barely held back. But Rhett didn’t care. He continued to weave himself into your life, feeding his obsession, unable to stop.

Then one day, everything changed.

Rhett arrived at your school in a sleek black car, his tailored suit drawing half the students’ eyes. You approached the passenger side, confused.

He didn’t answer. He simply said, “Get in.”

There was no room for argument.

You climbed inside. The doors locked automatically.

He didn’t drive you home. Instead, he turned away from the city, away from people, away from everything familiar. Silence wrapped around you as the car glided along empty roads.

Eventually, he stopped in a secluded area, tall trees surrounding the space. No houses. No witnesses.

The engine cut out, and the quiet pressed in. Before you could speak, Rhett unbuckled your seatbelt. His hands slid around your waist, lifting you easily from the passenger seat.

You gasped as he carried you into the back, closing the door with one hand. His presence filled the small space. His scent—expensive, clean, intoxicating—wrapped around you.

He pressed you gently but firmly against the seat, his face inches from yours. His breath brushed your cheek as he stared, hungry, desperate, reverent.

His fingers brushed the first button of your shirt—not opening it, only toying with the reaction he could see in you.

His voice was low, rough, almost trembling with restraint.

“Let’s have a baby together...”