[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m":3,"chapter-bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-14":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","[BL] Oops! I Seduced My Sister's Fiance (And Now I'm Pregnant)",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},533130,785,"Chapter 14: Escape","bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-14",14,"\u003Cp>The suppressants taste like chalk and regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I swallow them dry because my hands are shaking too badly to hold the water glass Bael offers. The pills scrape down my throat and I cough, doubling over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Easy.\" His hand is on my back, steadying me. \"Just breathe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m trying, the heat is still simmering beneath my skin, quieter now but not gone. My legs won’t hold me. Everything aches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can you stand?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nod, even though it’s a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He doesn’t believe me. His arm wraps around my waist, supporting most of my weight as he guides me toward the closet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your clothes are ruined.\" He pulls out a shirt, dark gray, expensive. \"Wear mine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stare at the fabric. \"They’ll be too big.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t care, put them on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I do, because I don’t have another option. The shirt hangs off my shoulders, the sleeves past my hands. He finds pants that are only slightly less ridiculous, rolls the cuffs so I won’t trip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he’s finished, I look like a child playing dress-up in his father’s closet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good enough.\" He’s already moving, checking his watch. \"The driver is waiting at the side entrance, Feifei and your mother left forty minutes ago. They could be back any time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My stomach drops. \"What if they’re already...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re not. I had someone tracking their location.\" At my look, he adds, \"Security measure. Don’t ask.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right. Because normal people have security teams tracking their fiance’s shopping trips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He guides me down the hallway, supporting my weight, and I’m grateful because my legs are still trembling. The heat suppressants are working, I can feel them dampening the fever, but they make me dizzy and nauseous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We pass the guest room and I catch a glimpse inside. The windows are open, curtains billowing, the bed is stripped bare, there’s a candle burning on the dresser, something floral and cloying that’s clearly meant to mask the smell of what we did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\" His voice is clipped. \"I handled it. Mrs. Wen thinks I was working in there and spilled coffee.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course he has a cover story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We take the service stairs down, through parts of the house I’ve never seen. Bare hallways, efficient and cold. Staff quarters, probably, no one is around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The side door opens to a small courtyard where a black sedan is waiting, engine running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver gets out immediately, opening the back door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Li.\" He’s professional, doesn’t react to my wrecked appearance or the fact that I’m wearing clothes three sizes too big. \"Sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bael helps me into the back seat. I collapse against the leather, boneless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Take him home.\" Bael’s voice is low. \"Directly. No stops.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bael leans in, his hand briefly touching my face. \"The suppressants will make you tired. Sleep if you can.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nod, not trusting my voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He steps back and closes the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car pulls away smoothly, and I watch through the rear window as Bael disappears back into the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look up at the driver. \"How long until we’re off the estate?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two minutes, sir. The main drive is just ahead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car moves through the grounds, past manicured gardens and ornamental trees. The driveway stretches ahead, long and winding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slump lower in the seat, suddenly desperate to be invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We round the final curve and the gate comes into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then I see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another car coming up the driveway toward us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My heart stops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feifei’s car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No no no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir...\" The driver slows slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driveway is narrow here, lined with trees on both sides, there’s barely room for two cars to pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feifei’s car slows too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We’re going to have to go around each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver eases to the right, giving them room. The other car mirrors the movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We’re ten feet apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turn my face toward the window, away from them, hunching down in the seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cars pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right next to each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So close I could reach out and touch their door handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hold my breath, not moving, not looking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then we’re past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I risk a glance through the rear window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feifei’s car continues up the drive toward the house, taillights disappearing around the curve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t see me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or if she did, she didn’t recognize the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver continues smoothly toward the gate, unaware of how close that was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sink back into the seat, shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If we’d been thirty seconds slower, we would have still been at the house when they arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I’d taken longer to dress, if Bael had hesitated, if the suppressants had taken longer to arrive...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would have found me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Found us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gate opens automatically and we pull out onto the main road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then do I let myself breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drive to the Li residence takes fifteen minutes. I spend it staring out the window, watching the city blur past, my mind blank and numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suppressants are working. The heat is fading, retreating to a dull simmer. But they make everything else worse, the nausea, the dizziness, the bone-deep exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When we pull up to the house, the driver opens my door and helps me out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you need assistance inside, sir?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\" My voice sounds wrecked even to my own ears. \"I’m fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waits until I’m steady on my feet before getting back in the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I watch him drive away, then turn toward the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front door is unlocked. I slip inside, grateful that Father is at work and the house is empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I make it to my room and close the door behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then do I let myself collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I fall onto the bed still wearing Bael’s clothes, still smelling like him, like us, like what we did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My phone buzzes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feifei: *Just got back to the estate. Bael said you went home sick? Are you okay?*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stare at the message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilt twists in my stomach like a knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Me: *Yeah, I just felt dizzy. Probably something I ate, I’m resting now.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feifei: *Poor thing. Get some sleep! I’ll call you tomorrow.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I drop the phone on the bed and press my face into the pillow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She has no idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No idea that her brother and her fiance just...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t even finish the thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suppressants are doing their job, dampening the fever, quieting the need.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I can still feel him, the ache between my legs, the marks on my hips. The phantom sensation of being knotted, filled, claimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m still wearing his shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I should take it off, shower, and scrub away every trace of what happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I don’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I just lie there, breathing in the scent of cedar and something darker, and hate myself for not wanting to wash it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My phone buzzes one more time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I almost don’t look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unknown Number: *Take the second dose in 48 hours. Check your pocket.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bael.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Efficient even in the aftermath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I fumble at the oversized pants I’m wearing, Bael’s pants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the pocket, there’s a small bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six more pills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must have slipped them in while helping me dress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t respond to his text.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just set the phone aside and close my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fever is subsiding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the guilt?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s just beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>",1260,"2026-05-30T13:48:48.524Z","2026-06-01T04:31:23.281Z",1,"novelbin.me","e1f6bb064256cd80a9341321a4d6d42b071ca0fef0225f6fbadb5871e84a5eee","bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-15","bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-13",106,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-cover.jpg"]