Chapter 1
Eric Callahan’s beloved crush was a barren woman, unable to bear children or share a bed with him.
To ensure she could marry into his family without issue, he needed a child.
So he found Calista Birchfield–a stand–in who resembled her by 70%.
Each time before touching her, he would remind her coldly, “Don’t get attached. I feel nothing for you.”
But once in bed, he became someone else entirely. He would grip her waist like he meant to tear her apart and devour her whole.
“Is that good?”
Eric’s voice was low and rough as he squeezed her waist.
Calista stayed quiet and bit her lip until he pushed in deeper, “Answer
me.”
Her body was forced forward, fingers digging into the sheets. Finally, she sobbed out, voice trembling, “Slower… Please, slow down…”
Only when her cries turned hoarse did he stop. He tossed her a pillow and said coldly, “Keep your hips up. Do not waste a single drop.”
She followed the order without a word as she watched him walk into the bathroom.
No one knew how long it had passed when the door opened again. Eric walked out, drying his hair, water trailing down his firm abs and
disappearing into the towel around his waist.
Even now, he looked so composed, it was hard to look away.
“Where were you during your last ovulation?” he asked suddenly, his tone cold.
Calista opened her mouth to answer, but….
“I don’t care what you were doing.” Eric cut her off, signing a check without emotion. “But don’t vanish again. Be available every time.”
He placed the check on the nightstand. “This is for your father’s
treatment.
Her face went pale, fingers trembling. “That’s not necessary, I…”
However, Eric was already gone, and the sound of the door closing echoed sharply through the silence.
He had not even stayed long enough to hear her out.
“No need…” Calista murmured to the empty room. “My father passed away a few days ago.”
A tear landed on the check, the ink bleeding into a blur.
She slowly curled into herself as memories washed over her like waves.
She was just the daughter of the Callahan family’s driver–she had known since she was little that Eric belonged to a world far beyond hers.
Eric was born into greatness.
The only heir of the Callahan Group, he graduated from the University of Cambridge and took over the company at 22. In just three years, he doubled its market value. And on top of that, he was absurdly good-
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“You look 70% like her.” Eric had studied her like she was a product.
“When the child is born, I’ll say it’s Estelle’s and mine. That’s the only way she can marry in.”
At the time, Calista’s father had just been in a car crash. He was in at coma, and the ICU bills were eating her alive.
She had no choice.
The first time they were together, Eric kept her all night.
His grip on her waist was bruising, and his voice was low and rough, “Don’t try to seduce me.”
Yet, every time after that, he would lose control the moment they hit the bed. No matter how she cried or begged, he never stopped.
Three days ago, her father died. She stayed up all night at the funeral, eyes swollen from crying. When she came home, Eric was already waiting. He did not say a word before dragging her to bed again.
He didn’t know that with her father gone, she had no reason left to stay.
Calista tossed the pillow aside, pulled herself up, and shakily stepped off the bed.
She was heading for the bathroom to clean up when suddenly, the door flew open with a loud crash.
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