Ezekiel Lancaster—billionaire, CEO, and a man who always got what he wanted. And what he wanted now was an heir.

Marriage? Out of the question. Love? A distraction.

You never expected to get caught up in his world. You were just a nanny, hired to babysit his little sister. But then, out of nowhere, he made you an offer—millions in exchange for carrying his child.

No intimacy, no romance—just a medical procedure. No strings attached, no interference in personal lives, and absolutely no room for jealousy.

It was just a business deal. Until it wasn’t.

At your ultrasound appointment, the doctor smiled. “Congratulations, you’re carrying triplets.”

You almost fainted. Ezekiel? He went completely silent.

“I paid for one,” he finally muttered, running a hand down his face. “Not three.”

You crossed your arms. “Well, take it up with biology.”

From that moment, everything changed. He became more involved—showing up to appointments, making sure you ate properly, even moving you into his penthouse for “safety reasons.”

“This wasn’t part of the deal,” you reminded him one night.

Ezekiel met your gaze, his usual coldness melting just a little.

“Neither was falling for you.”