Roommate is Pregnant: Is the Father of the Child My Dad?

Janet brought two other roommates to wake me up from my nap.

Before I could get angry, she threw an ultrasound result in my face.

Confidently, she demanded that I served her and followed her orders in the future.

Otherwise, she would kick me out of the Jones family, leaving me homeless.

Perhaps my confused expression was too obvious.

Janet snorted and said.

Because I was pregnant and he was your younger brother!

He was the eldest son of the Jones family!

Your dad's only son!

I was too shocked to speak.

Because my dad had been dead for five years! Where did this brother come from?

Until I saw Janet leaning intimately on my driver's shoulder.

I understood the situation.

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I had just fallen asleep when Janet, Thea, and Flora came into the dorm, talking and laughing. I groggily listened to their chatter, feeling annoyed.

I closed my eyes and tried to reach for the earplugs under my pillow, but Janet suddenly pulled open my curtain and said loudly, "Get up, I'll be sleeping on this bed from now on."

I sat up in a daze. "Are you okay?"

Janet snorted without speaking, just threw a piece of paper on my bed. Frowning, I picked it up.

It was a gynecological ultrasound result showing an enlarged uterus, indicating three months of pregnancy.

I rolled my eyes, regretting not living offcampus to avoid this madness. I threw the results back at Janet, "Why should I care if you're pregnant? Why should you sleep in my bed?"

Thea cleared her throat and said, "What's your attitude? Do you have any compassion? Of course, she should sleep in your bed. Your mattress is custommade, and the bed linens are silk, perfect for a pregnant woman like Janet."

Just forced to wake up, I couldn't be polite. "Don't act crazy here."

Janet wasn't angry. Instead, she seemed happy. She touched her stillflat belly. "Not just your bed. From now on, everything about me, my clothes, my diet, you have to take care of me well. When I say jump, you say how high."

It took me a while to understand what Janet was implying, "Are you mentally ill? Why should I be your nanny just because you're pregnant?"

Flora helped Janet sit down, acting obsequiously. Janet finally spoke, "Bella, let me tell you, the baby in my belly is your brother, the eldest son of the Jones family, your father's only son."

I was genuinely speechless, staring at Janet's belly as if seeing a ghost.

Because my dad had been dead for five years.

But to Janet and her friends, my expression seemed like fear and shock, afraid of losing my inheritance to this new brother.

Flora giggled, "Bella, don't be scared, you should be happy. After all these years, you finally have a brother."

I wanted to explain that my name, Bella, meant beauty and hope, but they were too excited, talking so fast that I couldn't get a word in.

Thea also laughed, "Janet, look at your stepdaughter. She's so happy she can't speak."

The word stepdaughter made Janet even more smug. "Yes, the Jones family is big and wealthy. One daughter is not enough; it needs a son to carry on the family name. Your mother can't have children, so I'm having one for your father. You should be grateful, take care of me, and follow my orders."

Just as I was about to speak, Janet touched her belly and continued, "I know what you're thinking. You're wondering if the baby is a girl. I've checked; it's a boy. The Jones family will belong to my son. You know, even an illegitimate child has inheritance rights."

Thea pushed me. "Get your stepmom something to drink. If you don't please her now, you'll be kicked out when the baby is born. Don't say Janet didn't give you a chance."

I finally found an opportunity and covered Thea's mouth and said, "My dad has been dead for five years. This is a complete scam. As a classmate, I suggest you see a psychiatrist. Also, learn about morals and ethics."

I thought my words would end this farce, but Janet jumped up, "Hmph, you think I'll tolerate this? Do you think I don't know if your dad is dead or not? You lie so blatantly. No wonder your dad didn't like you!"

"Janet, be careful. You're carrying the Jones family's eldest son. Don't get upset," Flora helped Janet sit down, then shouted at me, "Bella, I've always disliked you. You lie without batting an eye. Before, you said you knew Leonardo and had dinner with him. That photo was clearly photoshopped. Now, to make Janet angry, you curse your own father?"

"Exactly, if your dad were dead, who manages the Jones Group? Who funds your lavish lifestyle? Money doesn't fall from the sky."

Janet got angrier, her hormones and pettiness making her cry immediately. "I'll call your dad now and have him cancel your credit card and kick your mother out of the house!"

She took out her phone, and I waited to see the show of her calling my dad.

Thea screamed, "No, Janet, think about it. The baby isn't born yet. What if Mr. Jones gets angry? You must endure it!"

Janet stopped dialing, looking enlightened, "I get it, Bella. You're trying to make me look unreasonable so your dad will hate me. When the baby is born, you and your mom will take my son and make him call you mom!"

After a long time, they finished their drama, and I finally had a chance to speak.

"First, my dad has been dead for five years. You should ask the baby's father why he's pretending to be my dad. You might want to report him for fraud."

"Second, my parents had a very stable relationship. Even if my dad were alive, he wouldn't look at you, so stop slandering him."

"Third, the Jones family..."

Before I could finish, Flora interrupted, "Are you going to say the Jones family relies on your mother?"

The three laughed hysterically. I didn't understand what was so funny and it was the truth!

If Janet weren't pregnant, she might have rolled on the floor laughing.

Janet wiped tears from her eyes and said, "Bella, stop your nonsense. I know exactly what you're thinking. You want me to be unreasonable so your dad will hate me."

"I've been with your dad for over a year. I've seen his ID and stayed at your villa."

To prove her point, Janet showed photos of her in a bikini at our villa pool, "You recognize this place, don't you?"

I raised an eyebrow and it was indeed our villa in the suburbs.

Did someone steal our keys and deceive Janet?

It seemed I needed to ask the housekeeper to change the locks and strengthen security.

I glanced at Janet, who was arrogant. She only had one requirement for her boyfriend, which was wealth.

The more women cared about money, the easier they were to be deceived. Maybe by casually treating her to a few meals, I could deceive her.

I was not a kind and innocent girl. I didn't intend to mention the evidence I had prepared. Since Janet was so sure that she was pregnant with my father's child, then let her be.

I didn't explain further, waiting for the day they would be proven wrong. But they thought I was speechless because I'd been caught lying.

Janet unceremoniously took a black card from my bag and handed it to Flora, "A girl like you doesn't need such a highend card. As your stepmother, I'll keep it for you. Don't tell your dad, or you'll regret it."

Flora took the card with both hands and said, "I heard this card can buy a car. I've never seen one before."

I didn't stop them or explain that this black card could buy a plane, let alone a car.

"Thanks, Janet, for broadening our horizons," Thea also came over, both of them staring at the card greedily.

Janet saw I wasn't reacting and thought she had me completely subdued. She linked arms with Flora and Thea and left the dorm. "Let's go. Today, I'm treating you to dinner, shopping, and a movie. We have plenty of money."

Thea hesitated a bit. "Janet, Bella is so sneaky. She's never taken us out before, just treated us to meals and coffee. Is it okay to use her card now?"

Flora, eager for a treat, rolled her eyes at Thea and me and said, "You don't understand. Bella won't dare say anything. If she does, Mr. Jones will remember to give Janet a card with an even higher limit. So she won't say a word."

Yes, yes, you were right. I made a gesture inviting them to go, "Feel free to use the card, go to a restaurant with a high average spending."

The three of them left the dorm with my card.

After they left, I called the bank and canceled my card.

It wasn't until the lights were about to go out in the evening that the three angrily returned to the dormitory.

As soon as we entered the dormitory, Janet snapped my card in half and threw it on the ground and said, "It was you, wasn't it? You froze my card, right?"

I kindly explained, "I froze my own card. If a card is lost, it must be frozen. I was helping you. This card has a high limit. If you had used it, you wouldn't just be unable to go to school, you'd be going to jail. Do you understand?"

Janet fumed and said, "Do you know what it's like to order a bunch of food and not be able to pay for it? The server looked at me like I was garbage and almost called the police to report me for dining and dashing!"

I covered my mouth, coughed a few times, and tried hard not to laugh out loud. "That's strange, you're carrying Mr. Jones's eldest son, right? Shouldn't you have your own card? Why would you need to use mine? This doesn't match your status."

Thea's face turned black with anger, and she reached out her hand. "Give me money. I spent over ten thousand on Alipay today, and you have to pay me back."

Flora nodded along. "Yes, my credit card and Alipay also spent several thousand. Hurry up and give us the money."

I spread my hands and said, "I'm not giving you anything. What can you do to me?"

It seemed like they had no solution. Janet froze for a moment, then suddenly opened my wardrobe. "These are all luxury items, worth hundreds dollars. Take whatever you want as compensation!"

The three quickly cleaned out my wardrobe. Seeing them happily admiring their loot, I finally took out my phone. "I'll give you five minutes to put everything back, or I'll call the police."

Janet sneered, "Go ahead and call. Let's see what your dad thinks of you treating me like this. How are you going to go back to the Jones family?"

I dialed three numbers and continued, "Think carefully. These items together are worth a lot. Do you really want the police to take you away?"

Because our voices were quite loud, a lot of people had gathered at the dormitory door.

Each one was waiting to watch the show.

Thea immediately put the bag back into my wardrobe and whispered to Flora, "Flora, let's just put them back. If this gets big, I'm not sure Janet can protect us."

Flora reluctantly put the bag back and then began asking Janet for money. "Janet, you're about to marry into a wealthy family and become rich by your son. Just pay back our money. We really can't afford it."

Janet stiffened her neck. "I already told you to use these bags to pay off the debt. What are you afraid of?"

Flora sighed and continued, "Janet, you haven't given birth to the eldest son yet. If you turn against Mr. Jones now, what if he doesn't like you anymore?"

I didn't know which sentence got through to Janet, but she reluctantly returned my bags and sneered at the onlookers, "Don't think I don't know you look down on me for being pregnant before marriage. But once you know who the father of my child is, you'll see how great my life is. I just need to endure for six more months to rise up."

To be honest, I was also very curious to know who her Mr. Jones was.

I couldn't help but wonder what she would think if she really met Mr. Jones.

However, Thea and Flora only cared about their money and kept pressing Janet for it.

"Janet, you said you'd treat us to a meal. That's why we ordered. Now you can't say we should split the bill. I really can't afford it."

"You ordered those dishes. How would we know about such highend stuff?"

.....

Janet was so annoyed that she couldn't sleep and had to go to the bathroom to make a phone call.

When she returned, Janet looked much better and had returned the money to the two of them, regaining her confident demeanor.

It was soon the weekend. I had planned to go back and tell my mom that someone was using my dad's name to deceive college students, and it happened to be my classmate.

As I walked towards my car and touched the door, Janet, Flora, and Thea rushed out, pushed me aside, and got into the car.

Crazy.

I coldly said, "Get out of the car. I don't have time to play house with you."

Janet sat in the passenger seat, smiled ambiguously at the driver, Carl, and said, "Baby, your daughter already knows about us. We don't have to hide anymore. I'm not feeling well. Take me to the hospital. Our son misses you."

I was startled. This... Mr. Jones?

This actually made sense. Carl's surname was Jones. His wife, Aunt Helen, was my family's nanny. I didn't like Carl much, thought he was slick, but Aunt Helen had taken care of me since I was a child. That's why we gave him this job. Fortunately, there had never been any mishaps at work.

I thought carefully.

There were indeed a few times I met Janet when getting out of Carl's car. Could that be it? Did she misunderstand?

The show was on. I certainly wouldn't expose it now. I tilted my head and looked at Carl. "Are you sure you want to take her to the hospital and not take me home?"

Carl looked at me, then at Janet, and finally his eyes rested on Janet's belly. He gritted his teeth and said, "Bella... you... you go home by yourself. I... I have something to do."

Bella?

Those two words made me realize that Carl was deliberately pretending to be my dad.

Janet's expression was wonderful, as if she saw through my lie. Flora and Thea, sitting in the back, were shocked by the car's decorations, discussing how much it must cost.

Carl didn't explain further and drove away from me.

I tried calling him, at least to get my car back, but Carl not only refused to answer but also blocked me.

Forget it, I wouldn't go back this weekend.

I found a nearby hotel and booked a suite.

It wasn't until the evening that Carl called to explain.

His voice was low and muffled, as if in a confined space, "Miss, today's incident was my fault. Please don't tell Mr. Jones."

I coldly laughed, "Miss? Not Bella?"

Carl stammered, trying to explain, "Janet and I are truly in love. She's a rich lady. I was foolish to pretend to be your father. I'm sincerely apologizing. But after all these years, I have worked hard for the Jones family. Now that I have a son, please give me a chance."

So, both were impostors. One pretended to be Mr. Jones, and the other a rich lady. No wonder they were a perfect match.

I could reveal Janet's identity right now, but if I did, Carl would not let me or Aunt Helen off.

I sneered and instead offered him advice.

"A rich lady this easy to fool is rare. I suggest you quickly divorce your wife and marry Janet. Otherwise, your child will be illegitimate."

Carl was stunned, surprised at my kindness. He was about to thank me when I continued, "But, I must tell you that you're fired. Return the car and house keys to the butler quickly. Otherwise, it won't look good if the police get involved. You don't want Janet to know you're just a driver, right?"

Carl cursed me angrily, calling me ungrateful and disrespectful. I couldn't be bothered to listen and hung up.