A baby for the billionaire's lieUpdated at Apr 23, 2026, 16:22
I made one promise to my mother. No baby without a ring.
Then I got drunk, slept with a stranger who left cash on the nightstand like I was nothing, and woke up pregnant with no name, no number and no way to find him.
Pregnant. Jobless. And my only option is marrying a man I already hate on sight.
Ivan West is everything I cannot stand. Arrogant, cold, and used to getting exactly what he wants. But he needs a wife and I need a husband and somewhere in between desperation and bad decisions we sign a contract that is supposed to fix everything.
One year. Shared penthouse. Fake marriage. Real baby that he agrees to claim as his.
Simple.
Except nobody stays enemies when they are forced to share a bed every night. Nobody keeps their walls up when life keeps finding new ways to tear them down. And nobody, nobody, walks into a contract marriage with a man like Ivan West and comes out the other side feeling nothing.
I came into this with one rule. Do not fall for him.
I should have read the fine print.