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เมื่อนักเขียนสาวสายกาวต้องทะลุมิติมาอยู่ในร่าง “พิมมา” ทาสสาวท้ายครัวในยุค ร.5 ที่สวยสะบัดระดับ SSS แต่ดวงกุดถูกใส่ร้ายจนตัวตายในนิยายต้นฉบับ ทว่าพิมมาคนใหม่ไม่ได้มามือเปล่า เธอมาพร้อมกับ “ระบบสุ่มไอเทมวิเศษ” และหัวใจที่บ้าผู้ชายหล่อแบบเต็มสูบ​ภารกิจกอบกู้เกียรติยศและช่วยเลิกทาสจึงกลายเป็นเรื่องรอง เพราะภารกิจหลักของเธอคือการ "ตก" คุณพี่ปรินทร์ ขุนนางหนุ่มรูปงามที่ฉลาดเป็นกรดและรวยล้นฟ้า ชนิดที่ว่าแค่เศษทองก้นถุงของเขาก็ซื้อเรือนทาสได้ทั้งหลัง ​พิมมาต้องงัดสกิล “การละคร” ระดับตัวแม่ สวมบทนางเอกเจ้าน้ำตาผู้อ่อนแอต่อหน้าคนทั้งเรือน แต่ลับหลังกลับแอบใช้ไอเทมวิเศษปั่นหัวศัตรูและรุกจีบคุณพี่ปรินทร์แบบไม่พัก ทว่าขุนนางมาดนิ่งอย่างเขากลับไม่เคี้ยวหมูอย่างที่คิด ยิ่งเธอละครเก่งเท่าไหร่ เขาก็ยิ่งจ้องจับผิด (และจ้องจับหัวใจ) เธอมากขึ้นเท่านั้น ​ท่ามกลางบรรยากาศพระนครที่กำลังเปลี่ยนแปลง พิมมาจะใช้ไอเทมวิเศษและจริตอันแพรวพราวล่ารักคุณพี่ปรินทร์ได้สำเร็จ หรือจะถูกเขา "จับกิน" เสียก่อน ภารกิจรักปนแสบครั้งนี้...พิมมาขอสู้ตายเพื่อผู้ชายเกรดพรีเมียม!

I've just left the washroom when Vanessa Shallow, who has just returned from her maternity leave, covers her mouth as she laughs at me. "Wow, you really are quick when it comes to bathroom breaks, huh? No wonder your sales performance is increasing by leaps and bounds! I suppose it's all thanks to your ability to take off your pants very quickly!" Vanessa acts as though she's joking as she starts making faces at the male colleagues around us. "Right, I forgot how prideful young ladies are nowadays! They can't seem to accept such truths when spoken in such a blunt manner!" The colleagues burst out laughing in a lecherous way afterward. Their perverted gazes keep clinging to my legs the whole time. As I stare at Vanessa's slightly bloated face, my gaze grows cold. It seems that she's so anxious to get her position as the project leader back that she's willing to shed even her sense of shame and propriety. I take a step forward and speak up. "I'm not as skilled as you are when it comes to such things, Vanessa. After all, not everyone is capable of making Mr. Studdard visit their home every midnight during their maternity leave." As soon as my words fall, the previously rowdy office goes deathly silent.

“Mhm, so tingly! My body can’t take it anymore. I really want it...” I was in a maternity store while shirtless, demonstrating how to use a breast pump. My body tingled as the soft silicone pumped on my sensitive spots. What made it worse was that it was a public demonstration. It attracted quite a few married men. They were staring at my body. Their intense gazes made me feel shy and worked up. Ridiculously, three men actually asked me to demonstrate which positions would make it easy to get their wives pregnant.

Seven years ago, William hugged me under the moonlight and swore that we would never have children and love me for the rest of his life. Seven years later, I ran into him at the hospital. He was accompanying a young woman to do a maternity checkup. Both of them were beaming and happy. William's family questioned me why I couldn't get pregnant.I laughed bitterly and swallowed all my secrets alone. Who knew the bigger secret William hid...

When I was ten, I accidentally overheard my mother on the phone. It seemed like she was talking about me being a switched-at-birth rich girl, and that my real last name was Gardner. The coldness and cruelty my mother had shown me all these years suddenly made sense. When I turned 11, I paid an adult to get a maternity test done for both my mother and me. The results confirmed that I was indeed her biological daughter. I kept the report to myself and pretended I was still in the dark.

I've just finished collecting rent from a building when Mom calls me on the phone. She tells me that the Jensens' estranged real heiress, Sienna Jensen, has finally reunited with them. I pack up my account ledgers immediately before heading over to attend Sienna's welcome home party. But as soon as I reach the gate, my car is stopped right outside. Apparently, I'm not allowed entry into the Jensen residence. Hatred crosses Sienna's eyes when she spots my car. "You're nothing but a thieving impostor! How dare you make a flashy appearance while driving a car that belongs to my family!" I take a deep breath and explain coolly, "This is my car. I don't know what you're talking about." The next thing I know, Sienna grabs a ledger and hurls it at my face. She screams at me, "You used my family's money to buy this car, and yet you have the gall to claim that it's yours? "I'm my mother's actual child, and yet you've leeched all the good things from my family, you filthy bitch! I'll have you know that the hardships that Mom went through for nine months of pregnancy will be converted into a maternity fee of a million dollars! Now hurry up and transfer the payment to Mom's bank account!" I merely sneer at Sienna before pulling out my phone and calling her mother, Molly Dawson, "Your daughter demands that I give you a million dollars' worth of maternity fees. Do you even have the guts to accept the payment?"

By year's end, I'd closed a huge deal and snagged a $2.5 million bonus. The company even sent me on early maternity leave—nice perk for being eight months pregnant. Pauline found me lounging on the couch. "Why aren't you at work?" I cracked a joke. "Got fired. Guess I'll be stuck here playing housewife." Her response? A slap across my back. "Then get off and do the laundry! You're having a girl, not a son, and you think you can sit around like some princess?" My husband, Logan, walked in right then. He just pulled her into the nursery. Feeling hurt, I switched on the hidden cameras I'd secretly installed. I thought maybe he'd defend me. Yeah, no. What I uncovered? It was so much worse. Twisted secret after twisted secret.

Three months before my wedding, my fiancé, Henry Siebert, decided it was the perfect time to drop a maternity photo shoot on social media—with my foster sister, Betty Foster. The caption? Oh, just this gem: [Legally welcoming our little one into the world.] Betty added a shy emoji. And my mom? She liked the post and wrote: [Once the baby is born, I'll help take care of it so you two can enjoy your time together as a couple.] I couldn't help myself. I replied with a single question mark. And then Henry's DMs came in hot: [She's just borrowing me for a year to get married. Once the baby's born, I'll come back to you.]

I am the lawfully wedded wife of Don Jones—the Donna of the Jones Family—and the founding CEO of his medical empire. I stood by Vincent's side as we built it up from a two-room surgical clinic into the crown jewel of European private healthcare. Then, in my eighth month of pregnancy, dying on the operating table, Vincent pulled every surgeon out of my maternity ward for the sake of his mistress. He killed our child with his own hands. He stripped me of the right to ever be a mother. He thought I was a homeless orphan with nowhere to go. He had no idea I was the sole blood heir of the Belmonte Family. After the divorce, I came home to command a global medical empire. He knelt and begged. I watched, cold-eyed, as he fell into hell.

To make money and support the little life growing inside me, I took a part-time job as a maternity model. But when I got there, I realized I was trapped in a glass cage, put on display like a product. And in the crowd below, my ex-mate, Damon, watched me with nothing but contempt in his eyes. "Whose bastard is it?" "How could you say that? This is your child, Damon!" Damon's eyes turned red—a sign of an impending werewolf frenzy. He held up a paternity test in front of me. It showed that the baby I was carrying was not his. "No, that can’t be true.” I stammered. “This must be a mistake! " Before Damon could respond, a man beside him spoke, "Alpha Damon, the auction is about to start. If you have anything to say, you can do so after the auction." Auction? Kelly had clearly told me this was just a photoshoot.