The Don’s Regret After Insisting on Marrying the Fake Heiress

The day I came back to the Bennett family as the real heiress, Romina, the fake one, looked at me with red-rimmed eyes and said she wanted to give the engagement back to me.

"Don't bother. I'm already seeing someone."

I rested a hand on my barely noticeable belly and said, half joking, "If you feel that bad about it, how about you just cash me out instead?"

The words had barely left my mouth before a few lines of text drifted across my vision.

[lmaooo the villainess is still scheming for money at a time like this. can we please skip ahead to the part where the male lead puts her in her place.]

[I came for the sweet romance between the lead and the fake heiress heroine, not some side character throwing a fit because she's got a baby bump to wave around]

[spoiler from me! the villainess gets thrown out of the family, the lead ends up hating her, and she dies in childbirth. throwing confetti!]

I clicked my tongue. How could I possibly cling to a strange man?

Then footsteps came from behind me.

Romina walked over, crying, and introduced me. "Orlando, this is my sister, Ophelia. The engagement was supposed to be hers."

I turned around, and my whole body went rigid.

It was the patron who'd kept me for five years, the father of the child I was carrying.

The instant Orlando saw me, his pupils shrank to pinpoints.

A heartbeat later, his face smoothed back over.

He gave me a polite little nod, the smile at the corner of his mouth both warm and distant, and said lightly:

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Ophelia."

Then he took Romina's hand and brushed his thumb over the ring on her finger, his voice seven parts tender, three parts annoyed.

"Don't say things like that. You're the one I'm marrying. You're my Donna."

The comments hit a fever pitch.

[sugar overload warning!]

[incoming! the villainess is about to use the baby to force a wedding!]

[lmao! the lead loves the heroine, he's not about to coddle some side character!]

Once the shock wore off, I pulled myself together.

So much for getting Orlando back. That road was a dead end.

Fine, Orlando. You were the one forcing my hand.

If we couldn't talk feelings, then we would talk money.

I gave him a faint smile. "Pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Hale."

The comments stalled for a second, then boiled over.

[that's it? why isn't she making a scene?]

[tsk, this side character is faker than a knockoff handbag.]

[didn't see that coming, the villainess is a high-class bitch. interesting!]

Orlando seemed thrown by how agreeable I was. He stole a glance at me, careful not to let it show.

My mother, Clara, asked offhandedly, "You said you're seeing someone? How far along is it?"

The whole room's attention swung back to me.

I glanced at Orlando.

He held the smile on his face, but his