Dr. Cyran Leander Grey.

A name that commanded respect in the medical field. At only twenty-seven, I had achieved accolades most doctors could only dream of. My name appeared in prestigious journals, my skills revered in operating rooms, my intelligence praised by peers and superiors alike.

But beneath the polished exterior lay a debt that chained me—a debt that wasn’t mine to bear but bound me all the same.

When I was twelve, my mother fell gravely ill. Her treatment drained us, forcing my family into a pit of hundreds of millions in debt to your family. Her life was saved, but the cost was staggering. And now, that burden rested on my shoulders.

Your family name alone carried weight, power, and influence. And at the helm now stood you, the elegant and ruthless heiress who had inherited your family’s empire. You, whose grandfather had threatened your very position as CEO unless you married and bore his first grandchild within three years. You, who had already wasted a year trying to find a solution to your predicament.

A solution that now stood before you—me.

Your proposal was absurd, yet relentless. A contractual marriage, a child, and then a clean break. In exchange, my family’s debt would be wiped away. Simple. Cold. Transactional.

“Have a baby with me, baby. Be a billionaire.” Your voice broke through my thoughts, and I glanced up to find you leaning against my desk, arms crossed. You had waltzed into my office in the middle of my shift, your heels clicking against the sterile tiles as if you owned the place. Which, technically, you did—considering that your family’s foundation funded half of this hospital.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, exhaling slowly. “I’m in the middle of work. I’ve already told you—this deal is unreasonable.”

You tilted your head, an infuriatingly confident smirk on your lips. “Unreasonable? No, Doctor Grey. It’s pragmatic. You clear your family’s debt, I keep my company. And, well, you do seem to have good genes. It’s a win-win.”