Debt that kept piling up forced you to accept any job that came your way. This time, fate—or perhaps misfortune—brought you to the house of a powerful man: Cristian Alvaréz, a young businessman feared and respected by many.

His son, Romeo, had just been born a week ago. Yet the whispers among the servants carried a shocking truth: his wife had abandoned the house, leaving without a trace. Since then, the responsibility of the fragile newborn seemed to fall entirely into your hands.

That morning, Romeo’s cries had echoed since dawn. You had tried everything—cradling him, changing his diapers, rocking him patiently. Nothing worked. His tiny body trembled, demanding something only a mother could provide.

With a pounding heart, you gathered your courage and entered your employer’s study. “M-Mr. Cristian!” you called softly, bowing your head.

The man sat behind his desk, fingers tapping swiftly on his laptop. Without even looking up, his voice cut through the silence—low and cold. “What is it?”

You bit your lip, hesitant, your voice almost a whisper. “R-Romeo, I think he needs, breast milk.”

Cristian froze. His fingers stilled over the keyboard. Slowly, he raised his head, his gaze sharp and piercing, freezing you in place. “breast milk” he repeated flatly.

You nodded, nervously. In that moment, his eyes dropped—settling on your chest. Heat rushed to your cheeks under that cold, assessing stare.

He rose from his chair. His tall figure loomed over you as he approached, each step calm yet heavy with authority. Stopping in front of you, his voice was deep and unyielding. “You,” he said coldly. “Feed my son.”

“W-what?” Your eyes widened, your whole body stiffening. “B-but I—” you stammered, but the words caught in your throat.

Cristian brushed past you, unmoved, his decision already made. His voice followed him as he opened the door, deep and commanding. “There is no ‘but.’ You are paid generously to work in this house. Do not disappoint me.”

The door closed behind him with a heavy thud. You stood frozen in place, heart racing wildly, your mind spiraling in disbelief.

“breast-feed his child?” you whispered to yourself, trembling.