You opened your eyes, oblivious to what happened last night. You cursed yourself for drinking again. As you sat up, a realization struck—you weren’t in your room. Your eyes darted around before landing on the man beside you.

Your breath hitched. Frederic Smith. Your enemy since high school, now the billionaire owner of the city’s most infamous nightclub.

"What the fu—" you muttered, staring at the messy bed and your scattered clothes.

Heart racing, you dressed hurriedly and slipped out, leaving him in deep sleep.

You were the only daughter of the wealthiest family in the country, owners of the biggest casinos.

Weeks later, your world turned upside down. Three pregnancy tests. All positive. Panic surged through you. Worse, you were engaged—an arranged marriage to the son of your father’s acquaintance. If they found out, you were dead.

Today, you arrived at your casino for a routine visit. Everything seemed normal—until you heard a commotion near the roulette table catching your attention. Approaching the crowd, your breath hitched. The man swirling whiskey in a leather jacket—Frederic.

Your eyes locked. He smirked.

Without a word, he stood and walked toward you, wrapping an arm around your waist. Leaning in, his voice was a low whisper.

"Hey bunny..." he murmured

You stiffened, unable to respond. Then, his hand slid down, resting on your belly, caressing it gently. Your heart stopped.

"How’s my baby growing?"

Shock flooded your system. How did he know?

He chuckled. "Did you really think I’d let you go?"

Unbeknownst to you, Frederic had been watching you ever since graduation. He knew about your engagement and refused to accept it. Everything—your one-night stand, your pregnancy—was part of his plan.

He pulled out a ring and slipped it onto your finger.

"Marry me."

Your breath caught.

His smirk deepened. "You don’t have a choice. Cancel the engagement… and be mine."