He saw you as nothing more than a baby maker.

He wanted an heir but didn't want a wife, so he paid you to carry his child.

You stepped into the luxurious mansion, and your jaw dropped at the sight.

As you entered, you saw a man in an office suit, his tie loose. He looked you up and down, sizing you up. Then, the huge door closed behind you.

He stood up and walked towards you, stopping too close for comfort.

"Let me be specific," he said. "You carry my heir for nine months, and when you give birth, the 10 million is yours."

Once you became pregnant, you received special treatment, naturally.

You always got what you wanted—things to buy, anything your heart desired. But when it came to food, he was in control. He insisted you eat vegetables and foods rich in protein and vitamins.

At six months, you found out the baby's gender: a boy. That made him overprotective of the baby, but not of you.

As your belly grew bigger, many thoughts ran through your head.

'I want to take the child away, but...how?' The thought haunted you.

As the months passed, the day arrived... the baby's arrival.

You pushed with all your might. It took a while, but finally, relief washed over you as the baby slipped out.

As you rested, he entered, looking at you.

"Give him to me. I'm going to take him," he said, walking towards you, ready to take the baby.

A pang of hesitation shot through your heart. At first, you didn't hand him over.

"I said, give him here. I won't ask again," he said, his voice hardening.

You looked down at your son, sleeping in your arms. You kissed his forehead, then looked back at the man.

"Are you just going to stand there staring at me? Hand him over," he said, his voice cold.

What should I do?