Chapter 1
At ten o’clock at night, Olivia Wilson’s husband, Dylan Wilson, still hadn’t come home. She knew he was probably with his mistress and wouldn’t be coming back for dinner.
Olivia cleared the cold food off the table. Just as she was about to head upstairs to iron Dylan’s clothes for tomorrow, her phone buzzed in her pocket.
She pulled it out and saw a message from Dylan on WhatsApp.
Dylan: [Grandpa wants to see us have a kid before he dies. Get ready. I’ll be home in thirty minutes.]
Olivia’s heart skipped a beat. Her hands trembled with excitement.
Three years ago, Dylan’s grandfather, Morgan Wilson, had fallen seriously ill and forced Dylan to marry her.
But Dylan didn’t love Olivia at all. On the day they registered their marriage, he made her sign a divorce agreement and a contract for a fake marriage.
She was to act like his loving wife until Morgan passed, and then she had to move out.
Dylan had told Olivia back then he would never fall in love with her, and he would never be intimate with her.
He already had someone he loved, and he planned to stay faithful to that person. He’d told Olivia that if she couldn’t handle the loneliness, she could find someone else as long as she wouldn’t let Morgan find out about this.
Olivia had thought their marriage would stay like two parallel lines, never crossing. She never expected Dylan to change his mind and want a child with her.
Olivia rushed to shower, changed into a sexy nightgown, sprayed on a sweet perfume, and turned on the bedroom’s mood lighting.
She carefully prepared for their first night together. But when Dylan came home, he brought another man into the bedroom.
As Olivia stared at him in shock, Dylan shoved the stranger toward the bed and said coldly, “From now on, you sleep with him. He leaves the moment you get pregnant.”
Olivia’s chest tightened in pain as she stared at Dylan in disbelief. “You want me to get pregnant with another man’s child?”
Dylan’s voice was icy. “What else do you expect? You didn’t actually think I’d be the one to get you pregnant, did you? Don’t kid yourself.
“I told you on our wedding day–I’ll never sleep with you. My body and soul belong to Chloe. You’re not worthy.”
Olivia felt like the floor had dropped out from under her. She should’ve never held out hope for him. She had looked forward to tonight, only to be met with humiliation. She murmured, “But Morgan wants us to have a child. If he finds out-
Dylan cut in sharply, “All you need He won’t find out anything.”
o do is get pregnant and let Grandpa see you carry and give birth to the baby. I’ll take care of the paternity test.
Olivia clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.
Dylan said impatiently, “Stop wasting time. Just get started.”
The stranger gave Olivia a small nod and started moving toward her.
Maybe because real heartbreak didn’t come with screaming and tears, Olivia felt oddly calm.
She asked, “So it doesn’t matter who the father is, as long as it’s not you? Fine. I’ll find someone myself, but I’m not accepting the man you picked. If you don’t agree to that, I won’t cooperate.”
If she had to get pregnant by another man, at least making the choice herself would let her hold on to one last shred of dignity.
Dylan stared at her coldly for a moment. Something about her calm expression made him inexplicably irritated, like something had shifted, and the feeling unsettled him.
It was a while before he finally spoke, “You have three months. If you’re not pregnant by then, I’ll send a different man to your bed every day until
you are.”
With that cruel, heartless warning, Dylan walked out with the other man.
Olivia let out a bitter laugh. Dylan’s cruelty made her old crush feel like some kind of criminal record she couldn’t even admit to.
She thought, ‘He doesn’t have to love me, but he doesn’t get to humiliate me. There’s no reason to hold on to this anymore.
11/3
Olivia went to a well–known private club. By the time she was tipsy and dazed, she saw a tall man in a work uniform walking past her, glancing around.
She reached out and grabbed him. Riding the wave of her drunkenness, Olivia said, “Hey, handsome, it’s getting cold tonight. Want a hottie to keep you warm?
The man looked a little speechless. He stared at her for a few seconds before slowly asking, “You recognized me?”
Olivia, drunk and swaying, shook her head. “That doesn’t matter. I don’t want to know your name. I just want to know what you sound like in bed.”
Julian Hudson smirked and scooped her up. “Don’t regret it later,” he said.
The dim room was thick with heat and breathless tension that lingered long into the night.
It wasn’t until the early morning light slipped through the gap in the curtains that Olivia finally stopped Julian from going any further.
Julian teased, his voice low, “You’re done already? What happened to all that bold talk last night?”
Olivia, her breath unsteady, said. “I was short–sighted last night and just wanted a one–time thing. But now I think long–term investment gives better value. We’ve got time.”
She raised her soft hand and gently traced his chiseled features. Her fingers slid down along his neck and over his firm chest. This man, both in looks and physique, was elite–tier.
“Stick with me,” she said. “I’ll pay you thirty thousand dollars a month. Deal?”
Julian narrowed his eyes, something unreadable flickering in them. “Are you trying to keep me?”
Olivia corrected him, “You could also call it saving a lost soul. You need money, and I want your body. We’re a perfect match, aren’t we?”
Julian raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think I need money?”
Olivia replied as if it were obvious, “If you didn’t need money, why would you be working as an escort at that club?”
Julian went quiet. Last night, to avoid being followed, he had passed by a locker room and grabbed a change of clothes without thinking. He hadn’t realized it was a uniform for one of the club’s escorts.
He looked down at Olivia’s stunning face beneath him and asked with a half–smile, “You really think I’m only worth thirty thousand a month?”
Olivia stared at his face for a moment, then remarked, “With a face like yours, thirty grand’s definitely too low. How about this–I’ll bump it up to a hundred thousand a month.
“That’s a solid deal–and I’m not exactly hard on the eyes, either. Sleeping with me isn’t exactly a downgrade for you.”
Julian’s eyes narrowed slightly. Still basking in the lingering heat between them, he spoke with interest, “Three hundred thousand a month. I won’t take a penny less.”
Olivia studied his face as she thought about it for a moment. “Three hundred is too much. I can’t give you an answer right now. Let’s exchange contact info. I’ll get back to you within a day.”
After leaving the hotel, Olivia drove to Novara Group.
Inside the CEO’s office, Dylan was icy cold. When he saw Olivia walk in, his face darkened with irritation. “Why are you here? Didn’t I tell you not to come to my office?”
Olivia sat down in the chair across from him and demanded calmly, “Wire two million dollars to my account. Once I get the money, I’ll leave.”
Dylan frowned. “What do you need that much money for?”
Olivia replied, “I’ve got my eye on a man. I want to keep him for three months. Six hundred thousand a month, plus some other expenses–it adds up to two million.”
She was just the middleman taking a cut and she figured there was nothing wrong with that,
Dylan’s face became even gloomier. “I’m your husband, not your father. You’re asking me for money to keep another man. Don’t you think that’s a little forward?”
Olivia answered with complete confidence, “You won’t sleep with me, but you want me to get pregnant. I haven’t mastered asexual reproduction yet, so I have to go out and find someone else to do what you’re supposed to.
“That means you’re paying for it. If you don’t give me money to get another man, I guess I’ll just have to use you, my husband, for free.”
2/3
Disgust flickered across Dylan’s face. “Keep dreaming. I only married you to please Grandpa. I don’t love you. The only one I love is Chloe.”
Olivia said casually, “I don’t care who you love, I might not be able to get your heart, but if I want your body, I’ve got the energy and means to make it happen.
And don’t forget, I’ve got Morgan on my side. If I asked him for help, do you think he would force you to sleep with me?”
Dylan’s face became grim, veins bulging on his forehead. “You’ve been putting
on
quite a show, I never realized you had such a sharp tongue.”
Olivia scotted mockingly, “Back when I still loved you. I put you on a pedestal. Now that I don’t, all I see is a nutcase.
“I don’t need to please you anymore. This is how I’m going to talk to you from now on. You’d better get used to it. And if you can’t, then suck it up.”
Dylan’s expression turned stormy with rage. “What’s wrong with you today? You sound completely deranged.”
Olivia tapped the table and urged, “Enough with the nonsense. Are you paying up, or are you planning to offer yourself instead?”
Dylan sneered, “What, you’re trying to provoke me into sleeping with you? Forget it. My body and soul belong to Chloe. You’ll never have either.”
He clicked away at his computer. Then, a notification popped up on Olivia’s phone–two million dollars had been transferred into her account.
She glanced at the message, then looked up at Dylan. “You’re so into Chloe Lane, so loyal, so ready to play the long game for her.
“Is it because she saved your life ten years ago and you swore to repay her by being hers forever? The thing is, the one who saved you that day wasn’t her. It was me-”
