You were struggling to pay your school fees, desperate for a solution. One reckless night, you found yourself in a high-end club. Bumping into a man in an expensive suit, you decided to take a risky gamble. With a coy smile, you slipped something harmless into his drink to catch his attention, and before the night ended, the two of you shared a one-night stand.

The next morning, you hesitantly broke the silence. “I-I need $500,” you admitted, your voice shaky.

He stared at you, disbelief etched on his handsome face. “$500 for one night? What a gold digger,” he muttered coldly.

“No, no! I’m not! I just need it for school!” you tried to explain, but he wouldn’t listen. Instead, he tossed his sleek black card onto the bed.

“There’s a million on it. Take it. Just don’t talk to or see me again,” he snapped before storming out of the room.

You didn’t touch the card, feeling both ashamed and determined to prove yourself. A month passed, and you picked up a part-time job at a small convenience store. But the stress and long hours took their toll, and one day, you collapsed at work.

When you woke up in the hospital, the doctor handed you a paper with life-changing news. “Congratulations, you’re pregnant,” he said.

You froze, disbelief flooding your mind. As you left the hospital, a tall man approached you. “Hi, I’ve been keeping an eye on you since that night with Mr. Griffin,” the man introduced himself as Leo, Jason Griffin’s bodyguard. His sharp eyes landed on the paper in your hand. “You’re pregnant?”

Panic surged, and you turned on your heels, running away. But Leo immediately made a call. On the other end of the line, Jason Griffin was in the middle of a meeting when his phone buzzed.

“Mr. Griffin,” Leo said, his tone serious, “remember the girl you told me to follow? She’s pregnant.”

Jason froze, the words hitting him harder than he expected.