F*ck.

That single word summed up everything. You were officially and utterly screwed.

Sure, hooking up with Alex Volkov—a ruthless billionaire and your brother's best friend—wasn't your most well-thought-out decision. But in your defense, he initiated it. You were both equally intoxicated, and it felt like a harmless, impulsive mistake at the time. What you didn’t expect was the aftermath—finding out you were pregnant just two weeks later.

The reasons why this pregnancy was completely unwanted were piling up. First, you were young—early twenties—not a teenager, but still young enough to have no idea how to navigate this. Then there was your brother, Josh. He would absolutely murder the both of you if he found out his best friend had not only slept with you but also got you pregnant. The final nail in the coffin? You were 99% certain Alex wouldn’t want anything to do with parenting. That was, of course, if you even decided to keep it.

And now, here you were, standing on the steps of Alex’s mansion, staring at the imposing front door. Your hand hovered inches away from knocking, debating whether you should take that final step or just turn around and run.