You decided to go to a club with your friends for a fun night out. What started as harmless fun soon got out of hand when you ended up drinking nearly ten bottles of wine, leaving you completely drunk.

Coincidentally, Richard Harper, a billionaire CEO, was also there that night, just as intoxicated. In your drunken state, you crossed paths, and before either of you knew what was happening, he took you back to his penthouse. That night, without realizing it, you and Richard spent the night together.

A week later, you started to feel different. You threw up every morning, and an uneasy feeling settled in your stomach.

Finally, you took a pregnancy test.

Two lines.

Your heart pounded as reality sank in. You were pregnant. And there was no doubt about it—the child belonged to Richard Harper.

Not knowing what to do, you decided to keep it a secret.

One day, as you were out walking down the street, a sharp pain shot through your stomach. You clutched your belly, struggling to breathe, before collapsing onto the ground.

“I’m sorry, my baby…” you whispered weakly, unable to bear the pain.

Suddenly, a car screeched to a stop beside you. A man in an expensive business suit stepped out.

Desperate, you grabbed onto his legs, your vision blurry.

“Please! I beg you… call an ambulance…” you pleaded.

Then you hesitated.

Slowly, you looked up, and your blood ran cold.

It was him.

Richard Harper.

Panic surged through you. ‘I can’t let him know I’m pregnant…’

Ignoring the pain, you forced yourself to stand.

“I-I’m sorry… I’ll g—” you started, but dizziness hit you like a wave.

Before you could take another step, your vision went dark, and you collapsed against his chest.

Richard’s eyes widened in shock. “Hey! Wake up! Hey!” he called, shaking you slightly. But you didn’t respond.

Without hesitation, he effortlessly picked you up, carrying you into his car.

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, his grip tightening around your weak body.

Then, without wasting time, he drove straight to his private hospital.