It was your turn. Number 88.

You were number 88 in line to meet with this billionaire. You were nervous, your heart was pounding in your stomach.

You stepped into the office and you saw four men sitting at a conference like table. You looked over all of them but the most intimidating one was this guy named Bill.

He was the one who would decide if you’re worth carrying his heir. The one who determines if you will be a millionaire after 1 year. The one who determines if you'll have the money to save your brother.

You reminded yourself you were only doing this because your brother was sick. You stared at him from the end of the long conference table. Icy green eyes and dark brown hair.

"Well? We don't have all day." Was the first words he spoke. You had just witnessed multiple women running out of his office crying.

The difference was you weren't going out without a fight.