Forced To Marry My Pregnant Stepsister

Chapter 1

[1]

My stepsister, who had just turned eighteen, found herself pregnant, causing quite the scandal in our family.

To cover up the situation, my father devised a plan, tricking me into spending the night with her.

Afterward, he forced me to take the blame and responsibility for her pregnancy.

I wanted to uncover the truth, but my father pushed me into the river, leading to my untimely and tragic death.

After being given a second chance at life, I decided to take a different approach.

When my father repeated his unreasonable demand, I simply smiled and said, "Dad, of course, I'd be willing to marry her. Why let someone else take advantage?"

[2]

I was reborn a week before my twentieth birthday.

After a long day at work, I saw my father, who lived far away, waiting outside my apartment.

He looked anxious. "Charlie, I came to ask you to come home and celebrate your birthday with us."

I was confused. "Dad, what are you talking about? My birthday is still a week away, and I've been really busy with work lately. I don't have time to go back with you."

My father suddenly realized his mistake and explained, "Oh, right, right, I got the date wrong. Your birthday is next week. How about this, you come home with me now."

I still shook my head and took out my keys to open the door. "Dad, I won't be celebrating my birthday with you this time. This project is really important, and I can't take any time off."

My father ignored my words and forcefully pushed my hand away.

"I don't care. You're coming home with me now."

As he spoke, he started pulling me outside.

In the midst of our struggle, my father suddenly slapped me across the face.

The sharp pain brought back memories of my past life.

In my previous life, it was also on this day that he called me home to celebrate my birthday.

Seeing the worry on his face, I thought something had happened, so I went home with him a week early.

On my birthday, I got drunk and passed out for the night.

The next day, thinking everything was fine, I returned to the city to continue working.

Two months later, at my celebration party, my father and Leyla showed up with a pregnancy test report and several photos of me lying in bed with Mabel.

They accused me of assaulting Mabel and claimed she was pregnant with my child.

I had no recollection of those photos.

But my father said, "Charlie, you coward, you did this on your birthday last time."

I couldn't defend myself against his accusations.

My boss left in anger, and my celebration party was ruined.

I returned home, intending to take Mabel to the hospital for a check-up to uncover the truth.

But my father refused.

He said, "Whether it's yours or not, it's still your sister's. If you marry her, our family can save on both the wedding expenses and the dowry. It's a win-win."

Seeing that I couldn't persuade my stubborn father, I planned to leave that night.

But as I was crossing the bridge, my father knocked me out and threw me into the river.

Just before I lost consciousness, I heard Leyla's gloating voice.

"Charlie, you can't blame us for this. You should blame yourself for not listening. Now that you're dead, Mabel's child will have a place."

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn.

That slap completely woke me up, and memories came flooding back.

The nagging voice in my ear continued.

"I don't care, you're coming home with me..."

It was my father, still stubbornly pulling me.

Realizing this was a trap set for me, I grabbed his hand and gave a reassuring smile. "Alright, Dad, I'll take leave now and go home with you right away."

Chapter 2

After taking leave, my father rushed me back home without a moment's rest.

As soon as we stepped inside, Leyla had already prepared a lavish feast for us.

Seeing us, she immediately greeted us with a smile. "Charlie, you must be tired. Come, sit down and rest."

She pulled me to a chair, and next to me sat my stepsister, Mabel, who kept her head down and remained silent.

My innocent younger brother, Cristian, clapped his hands cheerfully. "Great! Brother is back. Let's eat; I'm starving."

Father waved his hand, signaling us to start. "Let's eat. We're all family; no need for formalities."

He raised his glass and toasted me repeatedly, talking about how difficult the past years had been and apologizing to me. He mentioned how I lost my mother at a young age and how he neglected me after remarrying. He even managed to squeeze out a few tears when he got emotional.

I couldn't help but sneer inwardly. If I didn't know his true intentions, I might have been deceived by him again, just like in my previous life.

As the bottle neared empty, Father still wanted to pour me more.

"No more, Dad. I really can't drink anymore," I said, pretending to be drunk and slumping against Cristian.

"Cristian, your brother is drunk. Help him to his room," Father instructed.

Though Cristian was innocent, he wasn't a bad person. Hearing this, he supported me. "Brother, I'll take you to your room right away."

Leyla, however, stopped him. "Cristian, you're too young and not strong enough. Let your sister take him."

She shot a sharp look at Mabel, who stood motionless by the side.

But Cristian insisted, "No, no, I want to do it."

Leyla tried to persuade him again, but Father interrupted. "Alright, alright, it doesn't matter who does it."

Father shot Leyla a knowing look, clearly indicating that there would be more opportunities in the future.

With the head of the family having spoken, Leyla could only watch as Cristian helped me away.

Once we were back in my room, I dropped the act. I grabbed Cristian, who was about to leave, and suggested, "How about we play a game of hide and seek, little brother?"

"This game is different from before. I'll go hide, and you can only come to find me when the sun rises."

Cristian's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Okay, okay, brother. You go hide, and I'll come find you later."

I calmed my excited brother and then slipped away. I was determined to see who would be the fool this time without me being the scapegoat.

Chapter 3

Leaving home, I headed to my best friend's house in the same neighborhood.

We hadn't seen each other in years, so naturally, we were thrilled to reunite. We spent the entire night playing video games, laughing and reminiscing. By the time the sun rose, my house was already in complete disarray.

My father rushed over as soon as he heard. "Charlie, where did you run off to? Do you know that..." He quickly stopped himself, afraid he might reveal too much.

I asked innocently, "Dad, what's wrong? Did something happen at home?"

Facing the curious gazes of others, he forced a cheerful smile and said, "Nothing, what could possibly happen at home? Look at you, going out without saying a word and had us worried sick all night."

Feeling guilty, I apologized, "Sorry, Dad. I'll be more careful next time."

When I got back home, my younger brother Cristian, who hadn't seen me all night, excitedly ran up to me. "Brother, you're amazing! I couldn't find you all night, but I did find Dad and Mabel," he said with a cheeky grin.

After talking with my father and Leyla, I quickly made an excuse about being busy with work and left the old house.

Although I had avoided the pitfalls of my past, it was best to be cautious to avoid any more unexpected problems.

Two months passed quickly, and everything was smooth sailing back home. I thought I had finally escaped the trajectory of my past life.

Unexpectedly, on the day of my promotion party, I received a call from my father. He said, "Charlie, your sister is pregnant. You need to come home immediately; we need to talk about something important."