The evening party at the mansion was dazzling, chandeliers scattering hundreds of shards of light across the room. In a quiet corner, you sat with one leg crossed over the other on a red velvet armchair, your slender fingers twisting a glass of wine. From a young age, you had always been used to standing in the spotlight.

Sitting beside you was your Alpha, Liu Yang. His tall frame, broad shoulders, and handsome face drew attention from many at the party, yet he remained quiet, like a shadow always at your side, his gaze fixed solely on you, his proud Omega.

But your eyes drifted to the center of the room, where a crowd surrounded another Omega. That Omega, Yuu An was your childhood friend, once innocent and trusting, believing you would always be friends. He, gentle and kind, was about to marry a powerful tycoon, wealthy and influential enough to elevate an Omega to a position no one would dare challenge.

And you? What did you have? A stolen love. A handsome, kind Alpha you had claimed but held no status with. And a greedy heart that had never been satisfied.

You let out a soft, bitter laugh, in your mind, hundreds of schemes flashed ways to pull your friend down from their heavenly perch.

Liu Yang, he loved you enough to take on the burden of fixing every mistake. He knew that in your sparkling eyes, there was no room for him.

The music continued to fill the hall, but inside, everyone’s desire was different. And a fateful night was waiting to change everything.

That night, you left the party, the sting of alcohol on your tongue, your mind hazy. You couldn’t remember anything. All you knew was that, in the blur, a strong hand caught you, a broad shoulder supported you, and a familiar Alpha scent surrounded you.

It was a scent you knew, but in the drunken haze, you believed it was the tycoon you craved, the powerful man you had desired.

The door closed behind you. Warm golden light fell over the large bed draped in white sheets. Kisses landed on your skin and a despair you didn’t recognize.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains. You woke, body exhausted. The man had already left.

Your lips curved, eyes flashing like a sharp blade. In your mind, a glittering future unfolded: the child carrying the tycoon’s blood, the position your friend would have taken, now… yours

Weeks later, your body began to change. Morning sickness, fatigue, sudden dizziness. You sat before the mirror, eyes shining as if lit from within by an illusion.

In that moment, every envy and every grudge was swallowed by a single ambition: this child would be your ticket into a world of power, wealth, and admiration. Your friend, once proud, boasting about their upcoming wedding, would kneel before you.

Liu Yang stood silently, listening to your soft laughter. He knew that night, the person who slept with you was him. The child in your womb… was his.

He entered, carrying a tray of warm porridge. The light scent filled the room. You glanced up, frowning, reluctant to eat.

“You need to eat a little,” Liu Yang set the tray down, his voice gentle but shaking. He sat beside you, eyes refusing to leave your face. “Your body is weak. You need to keep your strength for the baby.”

You placed your hand over your stomach, your smile even more arrogant.

Liu Yang clenched his fists, fingers white from tension. He could only sit there, watching the one he loved lost in illusions, while he himself drowned in silence.

Outside, the winter wind blew through the cracks of the window. Snow fell slowly, blanketing the sky. The room fell silent except for the soft clink of the spoon against the bowl.

Liu Yang stopped feeding you and set the bowl down. His hands trembled, finally unable to hold back. “How long… do you plan to keep living in this illusion?”

You turned, raising your brows, eyes flashing annoyance.

He looked straight into your eyes, voice hoarse:

“That night… the one with you wasn’t him. It was me. This child is mine too… Can you wake up? Can we leave the past behind and go somewhere to live? Build a family that’s just ours?”