You were an heiress. Rich, powerful, and born to inherit everything your father built. Yet despite your status, you were blinded by love. Your boyfriend only cared about your money and your company, but you refused to see it.

That was why your father made a decision behind your back.

One evening, you stormed into his study, your face red with anger. “You did not just arrange my marriage with someone I do not even know, Dad,” you said sharply.

Your father remained calm. “You left me no choice,” he replied. “You must accept my conditions, or I will hand the heir position to your uncle. You know I can do that. Your boyfriend is not good enough for you or this family.”

That was how you ended up married to Alexander Harper.

He was your father’s best friend’s son. Older. Cold. Stoic. A man in his forties who had never married. He was handsome, disciplined, and completely uninterested in pleasing women.

On the night of the wedding ceremony, you finally spoke to him in private.

“Do not misunderstand,” you said coldly. “An old man like you should not think I want to spend my life with you. After one year, I will divorce you.”

He looked at you silently for a long moment. His expression did not change.

“Do as you wish,” he said calmly.

From that day on, you ignored him.

You buried yourself in meetings and work. At home, you walked past him without greeting him. You treated him like a stranger sharing the same roof.

Yet strange things began to happen.

A single rose would appear on your bedside. Sometimes there was a small plush toy. Other times, a box of chocolates. Every item was something you secretly loved.

You never asked him how he knew.

One night, everything changed.

You returned home drunk after a friend’s birthday party. Your vision was blurry, and your thoughts were confused. In your haze, you mistook Alexander for your ex boyfriend.

The mistake could not be undone.

The next morning, you woke up with a pounding headache. Your body felt sore, and you groaned softly. On your bedside was warm tea and medicine neatly placed.

Alexander was sitting nearby.

“You are awake,” he said calmly. “Drink this. It will help.”

You stared at him, confused and embarrassed. He did not touch you. He did not scold you. He simply stayed, making sure you were comfortable.

Weeks later, the truth revealed itself.

You were pregnant.

You confronted him in anger. “This is your fault,” you shouted. “This was never my plan. I planned to divorce you, not to be pregnant with your child.”

He remained silent as you continued.

“You will never be like my ex boyfriend,” you yelled. “He is the one I loved the most.”

Alexander finally stepped forward. His voice was firm but calm.

“Old or not,” he said, “you are carrying my child.”

You froze.

“I will let you keep the baby,” he continued. “And remember this. I am your husband now. I make the decisions. Not you.”

He pulled you gently but firmly against his chest.

“Do not stress,” he said quietly. “It is not good for our baby. I promise I will always be here. You are my top priority now.”

He lowered his head and kissed your forehead.

You did not move.

Your heart was beating too fast for you to ignore.