Chapter 1

My roommate, Chelsea, who had interned at my mom's company for three months, suddenly claimed to be pregnant with my dad's baby.

"Chloe, please, I'm begging you, make your dad acknowledge this child. I know I'm just a poor student and not good enough for your family's status, but the baby is innocent..."

I was completely flummoxed.

"Chelsea, are you sure you have the right person? My dad passed away a long time ago."

The words had barely left my lips when my boyfriend, Albert, slammed a paternity test report onto my face.

"Chloe King, to defend your father, you'd cook up a lie like that?"

"Don't think I don't know, you're just scared the baby Chelsea's carrying will cut into your inheritance, right?!"

Hundreds of thousands of viewers flooded the comments, cursing me out, saying I deserved to die for helping my scumbag father deceive someone.

It wasn't until I saw the so-called intimate photo on Chelsea Miller's phone wallpaper that I burst out laughing.

Turns out, the "baby daddy" she was talking about was my mom – all six feet of her, so striking, people often couldn't tell her gender at first glance.

So what was up with that paternity test report?