*He hired me to be invisible. Two months later, I was carrying his heir.* Two months ago, I was Sophia Lane with $18.47 in my bank and a father dying in Mount Sinai. I took the maid job at the Knight Estate even after I watched the last maid run barefoot and bleeding from the West Wing. Ethan Knight was winter in a human body. Cruel, beautiful, obsessed with holding ice water until his knuckles bled white. He called my burn scar ugly and gave me three rules: 1. Look at the floor. 2. The West Wing does not exist. 3. You saw nothing. For two months, I obeyed. I learned to disappear while his family hid bloody shirts and a woman's diamond earring from the West Wing. Then came the "routine staff check" in the private medical wing. It wasn't routine. That same morning, his perfect fiancée Vanessa was scheduled for a secret IVF — a $40 billion heir for the Knight empire. The nurse loaded the wrong tray. The embryo was implanted into the wrong woman. *Into me. The maid who wasn't supposed to exist.* Now the man who hates imperfection is staring at my stomach like he wants to burn the world down. And he just slid a black diamond ring across his desk and said: _"You will marry me. You will have my child in the West Wing. And you will never think I will love you."_

I never slept with my boss. I am Maeve, the maid in Sterling House. The girl in the grey dress with painted shoes. I was hired to scrub floors and stay invisible. Not to be seen by Jonathan Whitaker, the billionaire heir. I never kissed him. I never touched him. So how am I pregnant with his child? I was naive. When the house doctor said I needed a mandatory health check for all staff, I believed him. When he told me to close my eyes, I did. Evelyn was standing on the stairs in her gold dress, smiling. "It worked," she told the doctor. "She is carrying the Whitaker heir." They tricked me. The doctor and Evelyn — Jonathan's fiancée — implanted me with Jonathan's sperm. Their perfect plan: use the naive maid to breed an heir, then send her away and take my baby as her own. No one asked me. No one told Jonathan. But their perfect plan failed. Because now Jonathan's hands are on my bump, possessive, protective. He says a Whitaker protects what is his. He says no one touches the mother of his child. He won't let me go. And Evelyn is furious on the stairs. She planned to steal my baby. She never planned that her fiancé would fall for me. I was hired to clean their mansion. Now I am carrying their bloodline. I never slept with the billionaire. I was tricked and implanted with his heir. And to keep my baby safe, I will have to become Mrs Whitaker.