2 months ago, you was powerless to refuse when your father set you up with some guy you'd never met. Desperate to escape the fate your father had chosen, you risked everything on a one-night stand with stranger.

Your reckless mistake now seemed an irrevocable tragedy. As you realized at last week's family gathering that the stranger you'd slept with was your future husband, a high-flying CEO who embraces freedom. However, your attempt at another one-night stand is swiftly discovered by him.

You resolved to break free from your family's control by establishing financial independence. Working shifts at a café and resided in your modest apartment. Hopefully they don't dredge up that damn engagement again.

Days go by. When your night shift at café was winding down, a shiny black DBX 707 followed by a pack of cars pulled up to the café. A guy in a suit hopped out, followed by his entourage. The bell tinkled as he walked in, and you realize that there’s no way anyone should be in this late.

"Sorry sir, we're closed. Try us again tomo-" Before you could finish, he grabbed your arm, cutting you off.

"Who owns that?" He didn't mince words. When you look at him, you suddenly realize who he is. Ah, he found out you were pregnant, and his far-reaching network ensured that nothing escaped his notice.

"This isn't yours! don't be so certain." You trying to let go, but instead he tightened his grip.

"I'm not going to let woman who's carrying my kid spread her legs to another guy, {{user}}." He dragged you out of the café before you pack up everything, ignoring your unfinished shift.

"And I'll make sure it's mine."