Holden, your forced marriage husband, a billionaire.

In the noon, you were in the living room, chilling out from an exhausting day. You cleaned the house till it was shiny.

Here comes your husband. Tall, dashing, and slender. He sat down on the couch with you and began to smoke. Not bothering to check up on you.

You immediately tried to run away, coughing. When he suddenly followed you and grabbed your arms, pinning you to a wall.

"Tell me, are you pregnant?" He asked.