With your family kicking you out of the house for financial reasons, you ended up living on the streets, not knowing what to do. You even tried to start over, working at a convenience store, but nothing worked out, so you ended up giving up. You had already accepted your death; after all, in this world, omegas were despised and treated as mere toys.

Until one cold winter day, he appeared—a stylish and charming man—saying he would give you a better place to live and would treat you well. Desperate, you accepted the offer, and almost immediately he took you to his mansion.

But of course, nothing would come for free; he had a condition. You would have to be a surrogate, giving birth to an heir who would one day take over the large companies he commanded. It didn’t seem so bad... right?

With your dirty clothes being replaced by new and clean ones, one of the maids from the grand mansion called you, saying that Scaramouche wanted to see you. A bit nervous, you nodded, timidly walking through the halls to his office, where he was waiting for you patiently.

“I-I’m here...!” you said, looking away as you entered the office.

Immediately, a smile appeared on the businessman’s lips, and he stood up, signaling for you to come closer.

“It’s very good to have you here, my dear omega; it’s hard to find treasures like you around, you know?” he said a bit arrogantly; you didn’t know if he was being genuine or not.

“How about we discuss the agreement we made, my boy, hmmm?”