Blurb：
When Briony Garrick claims Destiny Compensation entitles her to sister Talia Jansen’s unborn son, the family cracks widen. Briony’s delusional “sacred duty” spirals into kidnapping Beckett, leveraging TikTok conspiracy theories and guilt-tripping parents to force Talia’s hand. Postpartum chaos erupts as Briony weaponizes MLM “energy crystals,” falsified SA accusations against brother-in-law Griffin, and bleach-fueled showdowns. Can Talia shield her newborn from Briony’s retirement delusions, or will toxic sisterhood destroy her family forever? A twisted clash of generational greed, spiritual scams, and maternity ward nightmares.
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§01It started the day she laid a hand on my belly.
My sister, Briony, traced the curve of my third-trimester bump, her eyes gleaming with a proprietary light that made my skin crawl.
You know, Talia, she said, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, I’ve been doing so much research. TikTok, Reddit, all these amazing wellness blogs.
She sent them to me daily.
A deluge of pseudo-psychology and toxic positivity, all circling a single, predatory theme: the sacred, cosmic bond between an aunt and her nephew.
"It’s all about energy exchange," she continued, her fingers pressing a little harder. "Destiny Compensation."
"When one sibling's path is… diverted," she glanced pointedly at my husband, Griffin, standing by the window, "the universe provides. Through the other sibling's child."
I shifted, trying to dislodge her hand. "Briony, it's a baby, not a karmic coupon."
"Don't be so cynical, Tal. You have to eat more of these supplements I brought you."
The ‘supplements’ were a collection of overpriced herbal teas and ridiculously named "pregnancy energy crystals" from some multi-level marketing scheme she'd fallen into.
"It’s for my nephew," she cooed, her gaze locked on my stomach. "He needs to be strong. Auntie's going to need him to be strong for her when she’s old."
She must have repeated that line, or some version of it, a dozen times. The chill I felt had nothing to do with the air conditioning.
I finally pulled away, forcing a light tone. "He needs to worry about his own retirement plan first, Bri. I’m not even counting on him for mine."
"That's not how it works," she insisted, grabbing my arm. "I consulted a spiritual guide online. It's a sacred duty! It brings blessings to your family!"
Then came the pivot to grievance, a move as predictable as the sunrise.
"This isn't me being selfish," she said, her voice tightening. "This is about the debt he owes. The debt *you* owe. You remember how you and Griffin got together, don't you?"
"He was interested in *me* first," she said, conveniently rewriting history. "Before you swooped in and… charmed him away."
"I was devastated," she sniffed. "But I let it go. For you. Because you're my sister."
"So you see," her logic twisted like a viper, "one of you stole my chance at happiness, the other broke my heart. That's a debt."
"And even if we ignore all that, I gave you a hundred-dollar bill at your wedding! So, what do you say to that?"
I stared at her, genuinely stunned. "What… what do you want me to do, Briony?"
Her eyes lit up, zeroing in on my belly again. "It's simple! We already agreed. Your firstborn, Beckett, will be my retirement plan."
§02
The words hung in the air, monstrous and absurd.
She saw the look on my face and her expression hardened. "You can have another one! What's the big deal? I'm your sister. If you say no, you're the one with no conscience."
I'd seen moral blackmail before. But this was a masterclass.
She wasn't my sister anymore.
She was a vampire, casually planning to drain the life from my child to ensure her own comfortable future.
My voice, when it came, was ice. "Briony, keep your fantasies in your bedroom. Don't spew your insanity in my home."
She didn't flinch. "It's not a dream. You're just trying to back out of our deal."
"Fine," she sniffed, changing tactics. "If you won't let your son fulfill his destiny, then you can pay me. A hundred thousand dollars for emotional distress. And two thousand a month, starting now."
She launched into a detailed breakdown of the costs, her voice filled with glee.
"And I'm going easy on you, because you're my sister," she finished, magnanimously. "Don't you dare be ungrateful."
I finally snapped. "Why should my child be responsible for you? Because you're a world-class freeloader? Because you've mastered the art of guilt-tripping?"
The suddenness of my attack caught her off guard. She froze.
"Sometimes, I'm truly in awe of you, Briony Garrick," I said, my voice shaking with rage. "The sheer, unadulterated gall."
"Sponging off Mom and Dad isn't enough for you? Now you want to sponge off a baby?"
"Here's a thought. Why don't you peel off that ridiculously thick skin of yours and give it to me? I could use it as a barf bag. Then, maybe, I'll consider letting my son look after you."
I shot a look at Griffin. He understood instantly.
As predicted, she lunged.
Her hand flew up, aiming for my face. "Who the hell do you think you are, Talia Jansen? You ungrateful bitch!"
"I dare," I said, sidestepping as Griffin caught her arm. "And if you ever come back here with your insane delusions, I won't just talk. I'll act."
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