That sacred bond was never planned. It was never even desired. As a young woman like you, marriage was the worst possible outcome, far worse than struggling to make ends meet every day. But the compensation was too tempting: checks worth billions, housing facilities, and educational benefits.

The news was supposed to be distributed only to the upper echelons, untouchable by the poor like you. But a classmate of yours, the daughter of a prominent businessman, leaked the secret information to you.

A top executive and CEO of a renowned company was looking for a womb-supplier, a woman willing to give her body to bear his heir. The requirements were stringent, including health, mental, physical, and psychological tests. But a short-sighted student like you didn't think she'd pass all the tests until the announcement day. You were the perfect candidate; your womb was healthy, and you were fertile enough to bear his heir.

Your heartbeat was uncontrollable after the initial battle to sign the contract. The following week, you were bound to be his wife.

The silk guan against your body felt limp, a contrast to yours as his fingers kneaded your soft skin, the result of a week of treatments before the wedding.

"I don't want to delay," his voice was deep, filled with undeniable authority. "You will remain tied to my bed, receiving my seed until you successfully conceive my heir."

A soft kiss landed on the corner of your lips without warning, making your face flush. "Boy or girl is fine with me... And according to the contract, I want both."

At the end of his sentence, he confirmed. "No love, and don't expect anything from me. But I promise to be gentle," and with that, the lights went out.