Reborn, I Made My Billionaire Dad Infertile

One month after Mom died, Dad brought his mistress home. I screamed, cried, and hurled a glass at the woman and her daughter. The mistress immediately put on her fragile little act. Clutching her head, she leaned against my father and insisted she was fine. Dad flew into a rage. For the first time in my life, he yelled at me and ordered me back to my room. I was so furious that I ran away from home. He nearly gave himself a heart attack. “If you walk out that door, don’t ever come back!” But I left anyway. I didn’t even take a single cent with me. I wanted him to regret cheating on Mom. I wanted him to regret losing both of us. Only after I left did I realize how brutal the real world could be. I hadn’t even finished high school, so the only jobs I could get were manual labor, food delivery, and hourly gigs. I made just six hundred dollars a month. I couldn’t afford a decent apartment, so I had to share a cramped basement with strangers. Then one night, while rushing to make a delivery, I ran a red light. A semi-truck hit me head-on. I died alone in a morgue, unclaimed. Meanwhile, Dad was hosting a one-month birthday celebration for his newborn son at the family estate. He had a gentle wife, a son and a daughter, and a picture-perfect, happy family. And I died alone on a freezing winter night. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day his mistress and her daughter first showed up at our house. This time, I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I simply slipped my father a drug that would leave him infertile. Chapter 1 The glass slammed into Dad’s mistress, Maggie Young, striking her square in the forehead. Blood streamed down her face as she clutched the wound and slumped against Dad. He exploded. “Skyla Jasper, have you lost your mind? Have you forgotten every rule I ever taught you?” I stood there in a daze. Then it hit me. I had been reborn. Maggie clung to Dad’s arm and spoke in a soft, soothing voice. “Don’t be angry with her, James. She just lost her mom. Of course she’s upset.” Dad wrapped a protective arm around her, then pointed at me. “Apologize to Maggie right now!” Tears welled in Maggie’s eyes as she hurriedly waved him off. “No, there’s no need. I know Skyla looks down on women like me. Please don’t fight because of me. I’ll just leave.” With that, she turned and dragged her suitcase toward the front door. But her daughter, Jenna Young, suddenly burst into tears. “Mom, didn’t you already end our lease? Does that mean we’re homeless again?” Dad had still been hesitating over whether to let them stay. The moment he heard that, his expression hardened with resolve. He pointed toward the master bedroom. “Don’t go. From now on, Maggie, you’re the lady of the house.” Then he pointed at me. “Skyla, get back to your room and stay there until you’ve thought about what you did!” Maggie and Jenna lowered their heads and sniffled. But beneath their pitiful act, I caught the smug gleam in their eyes. What a pair of fake, manipulative snakes. Maggie had knowingly become a married man’s mistress, then moved into our home before Mom was even cold in her grave. Who was she trying to fool with that innocent act? My fists clenched on instinct. I wanted to grab another glass and throw it at her. But when I looked up, Dad was already red-faced with rage. In my last life, I had been far too proud to take Dad’s scolding. I had stormed out without bringing a single thing with me, leaving all my jewelry and designer bags for Jenna to claim. In the end, I had been hit and killed by a semi-truck over a lousy three-dollar delivery fee. I had thrown my life away for nothing. This time, I refused to make the same mistake. I slowly unclenched my fist. Then I pinched my thigh as hard as I could. Tears instantly sprang to my eyes. “Dad,” I whispered, “you don’t want me anymore?” Chapter 2 Dad, who had been furious just moments ago, froze. His voice softened. “What are you talking about? You’re my only daughter. How could I ever stop wanting you?” I pouted and pointed at Jenna. “Then what about her? Isn’t she here to become your daughter too? Isn’t she moving into our house?” Dad answered without thinking. “She’s Maggie’s daughter. If you don’t like it, she can call me Uncle James instead of Dad.” Maggie and Jenna stiffened. They had been so close to getting their hands on this mansion, and now it was about to slip away. Jenna put on a wounded expression. “Uncle James, does Skyla not like me?” Maggie immediately joined in. “James, are we making things difficult for you? If Skyla truly doesn’t want us here, I won’t force it.” She gazed at him tenderly. “As long as I’m with you, anywhere can feel like home.” Dad was instantly moved by her heartfelt declaration. He took a deep breath. “Skyla, Maggie will be like a mother to you from now on. Jenna will be your sister too, so you need to treat them well.” My hands curled into fists. My nails dug painfully into my palms. The flowers on Mom’s grave hadn’t even wilted yet. Who the hell was Maggie to replace my mother? “Dad, Mom hasn’t even been gone five weeks. You two had been together since you were young, and everyone knew how devoted you were to each other. Is Maggie really in such a hurry that she couldn’t wait a little longer?” At the mention of Mom, guilt flickered across Dad’s face. At last, he stopped insisting. “I didn’t think this through. Maggie, why don’t you and Jenna stay at the apartment downtown for a few days?” Maggie stared at me, a flash of malice crossing her eyes. Then she pressed a hand to her injured forehead and said weakly, “James, you know I’ll do whatever you think is best...” Before she could finish, her eyes rolled back and she fainted. Jenna nearly burst into tears. “Mom! What’s wrong? Don’t scare me! You’ve always been in poor health!” Dad instantly went into hero mode. He scooped Maggie into his arms and shouted, “Doctor! Where’s the doctor?” I sat on the couch and watched with a cold smile. So what if she had used this trick to stay? I had plenty of ways to drive them both out. Chapter 3 “The doctor said you gave Maggie a concussion when you hit her with that glass. Go apologize to her properly.” Maggie was propped up in bed with a bandage wrapped around her head, still pretending to defend me. “James, don’t be too hard on her. I’m sure she didn’t mean to hurt me, right?” She turned to me with a gentle smile, but the challenge in her eyes was unmistakable. In the past, I would have taken the bait. This time, I could play innocent even better than she could. I looked up at Dad with tears in my eyes. “I’m sorry, Dad. I was angry, so I threw a glass. How was I supposed to know Aunt Maggie would move right into its path?” Dad stared at me for a moment, then laughed in disbelief. Just like that, most of his anger disappeared. He patted my head. “This is on me. I’ve spoiled her rotten. Maggie, don’t take it personally.” Maggie’s expression stiffened, but she forced a smile. “Of course not.” As long as she and Jenna got to stay in the house, she had plenty of time to get Dad completely under her thumb. That evening, while we were deciding where they would sleep, Jenna immediately set her sights on my bedroom upstairs. My room was spacious and sunny, with its own bathroom and walk-in closet. Maggie quickly stopped her. “That’s Skyla’s room. How could you even think of taking it?” Then she turned to Dad. “James, Jenna isn’t used to having so much space. The guest room downstairs will be more than enough. We really don’t want to impose.” Jenna’s eyes filled with tears, and Dad looked like he was about to give in again. I spoke before he could. “Dad, I think Aunt Maggie’s right. What if Jenna has nightmares because the room is too big? “The guest room is lovely too. Once we fix it up, I’m sure Jenna will feel right at home.” The tension in Dad’s brow eased. “You’re right. I didn’t think of that. Since Jenna isn’t comfortable in a large room, she can stay in the guest room for now.” Maggie’s smile vanished. Mine appeared in its place. Once I was back in my room, I pulled up the feed from the hidden camera I had planted in the guest room earlier. Jenna was sobbing and throwing a fit, demanding my bedroom instead. “Mom, didn’t you say I was going to become an heiress? Why do I still have to let Skyla walk all over me?” Maggie’s expression darkened. “You don’t understand anything. I’m playing the long game. That little brat really thinks she can outsmart me?” She sneered. “James doesn’t have a son. Once I give him one, we’ll see how long Skyla can keep acting so smug.” With that, Maggie left the room to make Dad some tea and bring it to his study. What she didn’t know was that I had already dosed the water in the kettle with a drug that would make him sterile. Chapter 4 What I never expected was for Maggie to turn up pregnant three months later. I was stunned when I heard the news. I immediately contacted the seller I had bought the drug from and demanded an explanation. The person on the other end answered in a high-pitched voice. “That’s not possible. This isn’t some regular sterilization drug. If a man takes too much of it, he’ll start to…” What they said next almost made me laugh. It also confirmed one thing beyond any doubt. Dad couldn’t get anyone pregnant anymore. So then whose baby was Maggie carrying? Dad was over the moon at the idea of finally having a son this late in life. He had the master bedroom completely redone to match Maggie’s taste. Then he even insisted Jenna move into my room. “Maggie says Jenna’s scared to sleep alone, so she’ll stay with you.” Maggie stroked her still-flat stomach and gave me a challenging smile. “You don’t mind, do you, Skyla?” I smiled back. “Of course not. Once you give birth to my little brother, we’ll all be one big family.” Dad was delighted to see us getting along so well. He couldn’t stop smiling and announced that the whole family would go out for dinner that night. When I returned to my room, Jenna was standing in front of the mirror, trying on a pair of my burgundy heels. She grinned when she saw me. “These are gorgeous. You don’t mind if I borrow them, do you?” Mom had given me those shoes for my eighteenth birthday. They were the last gift she had ever given me. I treasured them so much that I had never even worn them. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My expression darkened. “Take them off.” Jenna sneered. “So the second your dad isn’t around, you drop the act?” Then she kicked hard at the full-length mirror. The delicate heel snapped instantly, and the mirror shattered with a deafening crash. I froze. A moment later, hurried footsteps sounded behind me. Maggie came upstairs on Dad’s arm. The instant she saw Jenna, she covered her mouth and her eyes filled with tears. “Jenna, why is there blood all over your leg? Are you hurt?” Jenna clutched her bleeding calf and began to cry. “I’m sorry, Skyla. I shouldn’t have tried on your shoes. Please don’t blame Mom for this.” The broken heel had been tossed aside. It looked exactly as though I had lost my temper and smashed the shoe against the mirror. Dad frowned at me in disappointment. “Skyla Jasper, I really thought you’d finally grown up. I never expected you to act one way in front of me and another behind my back.” I instinctively tried to explain. “She was the one who...” “Enough!” Dad shouted. “You always have an excuse. You’re clearly determined to keep this family from ever getting along.” I fell silent. Dad made a phone call, then pointed toward my closet. “Pack your things. You’re already an adult, so you can move out. “I’ve arranged a place for you to stay. Unless there’s an emergency, don’t come back. Maggie needs a peaceful pregnancy, and she can’t afford to get upset.” I nodded. “Fine. I’ll leave.” I looked straight at him. “But I’m taking one thing with me.” Chapter 5 With that, I shoved Jenna to the floor and yanked the heels off her feet. Her hand landed on the broken glass, and she screamed. She gritted her teeth and glared at me, but I didn’t even look at her. I simply wiped the dirt off the shoes in disgust. “Congratulations. You and your mom finally got me kicked out.” Dad opened his mouth to lecture me again, but I looked at him, my voice choking with tears. “These were the last gift Mom ever gave me. I’m not leaving them behind for those two.” Dad froze. I walked straight past them and headed downstairs. The driver was already waiting outside. I climbed into the car, closed my eyes, and leaned back against the seat. I had already sold everything valuable in the house or replaced it with convincing fakes. After everything I had gone through in my last life, I understood one thing perfectly. Money was the only thing I could truly rely on. As for Maggie and Jenna, I had plenty of time to deal with them. The apartment Dad had arranged for me was near my school. It was an expensive private school where almost anyone could get in if their parents wrote a big enough check. When I arrived the next morning, I found Jenna there too. She was wearing my clothes and carrying one of the fake designer bags I had swapped out. A crowd of classmates surrounded her, showering her with compliments. “Well, look who it is. The former Jasper heiress.” Someone laughed. “You got kicked out, and you still have the nerve to show up?” The others burst out laughing. Jenna walked over and linked her arm through mine as though we were close. “Skyla, don’t listen to them. Even after my little brother is born, you’ll still be a Jasper.” I pulled my arm away. “A Jasper? Since when is your last name Jasper?” Her expression stiffened. Then she put on a wounded look. “Skyla, do you still hate me? I wasn’t the one who made Uncle James kick you out.” A few classmates immediately jumped in to defend her. “Jenna, stop apologizing to her. She just thinks she’s better than everyone else.” “Exactly. Let’s see how smug she is once she gets cut out of the will.” I said nothing and lowered my gaze to the book in front of me. I had already seen the worst of people in my last life. Their mockery meant nothing to me. Jenna basked in the attention and announced, “You’re all invited to my baby brother Jacob’s one-month celebration!” My fingers tightened around my pen as I laughed to myself. Good. The more people who showed up, the better. Time passed in the blink of an eye, and Jacob’s one-month party finally arrived. Dad called me personally and told me to come home. “That’s enough sulking. He’s your own brother. What will people think if you don’t even show up for his party?” I agreed without hesitation, grabbed the documents from my desk, and slipped them into my backpack. When I arrived in my plain school uniform, Dad was greeting guests at the entrance. The moment he saw me, he frowned. “Skyla, is that really what you’re wearing? You couldn’t find anything more appropriate?” I glanced at Jenna and lifted my chin in her direction. “Didn’t your new favorite take all my clothes?” Dad fell silent. He called his assistant over and told him to find me something else to wear. Before we could leave, Maggie approached with the baby in her arms. “Skyla, you’re here. Would you like to hold Jacob?” Before I could react, she pushed Jacob into my arms. I reached for him, but it was already too late. The bundled infant struck the edge of the marble table. He immediately burst into tears, his screams echoing through the room. I stared at Maggie in disbelief. That woman was ruthless. She was even willing to use her own son as a weapon. Every head in the room turned toward us. Maggie clutched the crying baby and shouted through her tears, “Skyla, you may not like Jacob, but how could you drop him?” Dad’s face darkened with rage. He didn’t even give me a chance to explain. He slapped me across the face. My head snapped to the side, and my cheek burned. I stood there in shock. Dad had hit me. It was the first time in my life that he had ever laid a hand on me. A crushing mix of hurt and fury exploded in my chest. Dad pressed a hand to his heart and shouted at me in bitter disappointment. “I was wrong about you! What kind of heartless monster could hurt her own baby brother?” Maggie held the child and sobbed. “He’s only a month old. Do you really hate him that much? Are you so afraid he’ll take your inheritance?” The way everyone looked at me changed. Some looked amused. Some looked disgusted. Others were simply enjoying the drama. “She’s vicious! Who could hurt a one-month-old baby?” Dad trembled with rage. “You think I’m too old to do anything about you? Fine. From this day forward, you won’t inherit a single cent from me!” The entire room erupted. Maggie and Jenna could barely hide their excitement. As far as they were concerned, the entire Jasper fortune would now belong to them. I touched my burning cheek and let out a bitter laugh. But I didn’t lose control or break down in tears the way everyone expected. I simply reached into my backpack and pulled out the paternity test results. “Dad, why don’t you take a look at my gift before you make that decision?” Chapter 6 Dad stared at the envelope. “What’s this?” Maggie jumped in before I could answer. “James, is she trying to get you to sign over part of your estate? I can’t believe Skyla’s already coming after your money at her age.” Dad’s hands froze. Then he hurled the envelope at me. “Let me make one thing clear. I’m calling my attorney and changing my will today. An ungrateful daughter like you won’t get a dime from me!” Several guests hurried to calm him down. “James, she’s still young. Don’t let yourself get this worked up.” “Exactly. You’ve got plenty of years ahead of you. There’s no need to talk about your will right now.” Maggie shot Jenna a quick look. Jenna immediately stepped forward, tears filling her eyes. “Uncle James, please don’t be angry with Skyla. Jacob’s all right, and that’s what matters. We don’t blame her. “As long as she never hurts him again, we don’t need any of your money. “I just want Mom, Jacob, Uncle James, and me to be a family forever.” Her heartfelt little speech almost made me laugh at the absurdity of it. “So in this happy little family of yours, my dad’s the only outsider?” Dad’s expression darkened. “What kind of nonsense are you spouting now? From this moment on, Jenna is my daughter.” He pointed at me. “And as for you, I’ll act like I never had a daughter!” Jenna’s face lit up. “Dad! You’re my father now, and I promise I’ll always be a good daughter to you!” I had already known what kind of man he was. Still, her words sent a sharp pain through my chest. The father who used to adore me and give me everything I wanted was gone. Now he was someone else’s husband. Someone else’s father. I drew a slow breath, bent down, and picked up the envelope. “Dad, I don’t care whether you still consider me your daughter. “But I’m not going to stand here and watch everyone make a fool out of you. “This isn’t about your money.” I pulled out the report and held it up. “It’s a paternity test for you and the baby. “He isn’t your son.”