"You? Having a kid?" Ethan snorts, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "God help that child."

C'mon. Is it that bad?

$100 billion inheritance, all yours—if you can continue the bloodline. One heir. That’s all it takes. Too bad the best candidate is him, Ethan, your enemy since childhood.

Ethan exhales a low chuckle, tilting his glass as he eyes you. "Oh, sweetheart, I charge for miracles. And fatherhood? That’s a premium service."