Chapter 1

When I got home, my son’s eight potential brides and the housekeeper’s son, Joshua Crowe, were all gathered in the middle of the living room.

Quinn Jolliffe stood at the front, leaning against Joshua’s shoulder. Her loose dress could no longer hide her four-month baby bump.

The other seven women stood on either side of Joshua. When they saw me walk through the door, they all straightened up.

My son, Jensen Selway, sat alone in the corner of the couch, his eyes bloodshot and his expression grim.

I hurried toward Jensen, but Quinn stepped forward and blocked my way.

“Dad, please don’t blame Jensen. I was the one who rejected him. I’m pregnant with Joshua’s child, and he’s the one I love, so I won’t marry Jensen.”

Mandy Hewitt supported Quinn by the arm.

“That’s right. The seven of us have thought this through. Joshua is the man we all love.

“Quinn just happened to be the first to get pregnant with his child. We won’t fight her over her place. From now on, we’ll all take care of Joshua and the baby together.”

After Mandy finished speaking, the others nodded along.

I scoffed.

“Eight women are fighting over a housekeeper’s son, and somehow, they’ve even managed to turn it into a display of sisterly affection,” I thought.

Joshua looked at me with teary eyes.

“Mr. Selway, the girls have already argued many times because of me. I don’t want to see them keep fighting.

“Jensen has had everything since he was little, while the girls are the only ones who care about me. Please, Mr. Selway, let us be together.”

Upon hearing that, Jensen could no longer hold himself back. He stood up, pointed at Joshua, and lashed out.

“You live in my house and spend my dad’s money. Now, I’m supposed to even give you the girls?”

Quinn pulled Joshua into her arms and glared coldly at Jensen.

“Shut up, Jensen! Joshua is more sensible and kinder than you. Shouldn’t you ask yourself why all eight of us love him?”

As Jensen stared at Quinn in disbelief, she pulled eight surgical records from a document folder and slammed them onto the coffee table.

“Dad, you don’t need to keep pressuring us. I've already booked a sterilization procedure for after my pregnancy. All seven of them have already been sterilized. From now on, none of us will have another child besides the one I’m carrying.”

Mandy, Naomi Townsend, and the others all showed me their surgical records.

Quinn stroked her belly with a confident look.

“The child I’m carrying is your only grandchild now. She can take the Selway name, and you can give her ten percent of the company’s shares. I’m still your eldest daughter, and I’ll continue running Selway Group.”

I looked up and fixed my eyes on Quinn.

“My eldest daughter?”

Quinn nodded as if she were stating an obvious fact.

I sneered.

“I have a biological son. Why should I hand over the company to you?”

Quinn scoffed.

“Jensen can’t even read a financial report. Do you really dare hand it over to him?”

Jensen grabbed my sleeve, his knuckles already white.

Quinn glanced at him and, as though she were doing him a great favor, began planning his future.

“I know you can’t bear to give up on Jensen, and I won’t really abandon him, either.

“Joshua will be my husband, while Jensen can stay by my side as my lover. I’ll buy him a house of his own and support him for the rest of his life.”

Jensen snapped his head up, but Quinn wore an entirely matter-of-fact expression.

“Haven’t you always wanted to be with me? You may not be my husband, but you’ll have everything else.”

I grabbed my cup and smashed it on the floor beside Quinn’s feet.

“Are you expecting my son to be your side piece?”

Quinn stepped back to avoid the shattered porcelain and frowned.

“Dad, why do you have to put it so harshly? Though the child I’m carrying is Joshua’s, she’ll also be the heir to the Selway family. Jensen can still stay by my side. Isn’t that the best of both worlds?”

I raised my hand and slapped Quinn across the face.

“Who does she think she is, trying to make my son her lover?” I thought.

Quinn’s head snapped to the side from the slap, and the other seven women stepped forward in unison.

I pointed at the front door and bellowed, “Get out!”

As the bodyguards dragged all nine of them outside, Quinn covered her rapidly swelling cheek and shouted at me.

“Go ahead and keep up that tough act! Once the Selway family runs out of daughters or grandchildren, you’ll come begging me!”

The front door slammed shut.

Jensen bit his lip and kept silent.

I patted his shoulder and asked, “Do you still want Quinn?”

He closed his eyes and replied hoarsely, “No, I don’t want any of them anymore.”

I called the youngest daughter of the Fitzpatrick family.

“I accept the marriage arrangement you mentioned before.”

After hanging up, I messaged my secretary, Blake Elmore.

[Freeze all the cards belonging to Quinn and the other seven, and take back all the houses and cars the Selway family has provided them. Notify them that they’re to attend a meeting at the company at 9 a.m. tomorrow.]