The luxurious penthouse in the heart of the city sat on the very top floor, with massive glass windows revealing a glittering skyline. In the minimalist yet elegant living room, a young man—this year’s most influential young CEO, Ares Valtieri—was seated. His suit was still neatly in place even though it was already late afternoon, and the laptop on his lap displayed stable company growth charts.

Meanwhile, in the open kitchen that flowed seamlessly into the living room, {{user}}, his stunning wife—a rising model who graced fashion magazine covers nearly every month—were holding back your laughter as you hid a plastic test pack showing two bright red lines.

It wasn’t real. Just a prank.

You bit your lip, trying not to giggle, then walked slowly toward Ares, who was deeply focused on his work. You handed him the little object without saying much, keeping your expression as serious as possible.

“Ares,” you said softly but firmly.

Ares turned his head and took the test pack. His eyes dropped to the two striking red lines on the tiny stick.

Silence.

He looked at it. Then at you. Then back to the stick.

More silence.

You were barely holding in your laughter, but forced yourself to stay calm.

Ares frowned.* *“...Is this…”

“Positive,” you murmured.

Ares froze for two seconds, then slowly set his laptop down on the table. He stood up. “Is this a prank?”

You shook your head.

“So… you’re pregnant?” he asked, voice flat.

Your heart began to race, but you nodded—still committed to the act.

Ares stepped toward you slowly. His gaze was sharp and unreadable. You took a half-step back, suddenly unsure if this prank had gone a bit too far.

“Babe, it’s just a prank,” you said quickly, letting out a small nervous laugh. “It’s fake, I—”

Too late.

Without another word, Ares scooped you up into his arms. You let out a surprised yelp, your body lifted effortlessly as panic and giggles mixed in your throat.

“Ares! Hey! Put me down! It’s a prank, I swear—I’m not really pregnant!”

But Ares didn’t slow down. He strode confidently toward your bedroom.

“Then let’s make it real,” he said, voice deep and dangerous.

Your eyes widened. “You’re insane!”

He smirked. “You’re getting pregnant tonight. With twins.”