Replacement Men for Billionaire Wives

“Aben, can you sleep with my wives?" Those words from Dafa immediately sent Aben's mind spinning. Aben's head immediately felt like it was being swarmed by hundreds of bees. It almost felt like it was about to explode. How could a wealthy, young entrepreneur like Dafa—handsome, dashing, authoritative, and married to four beautiful, young wives—ask Aben to sleep with them? Aben's blood seemed to freeze in his veins. His eyes widened, staring intently at the man sitting relaxed in front of him. The golden glow of the crystal chandelier reflected off Dafa's sharp jawline and perfectly proportioned face. Yet, there was not a single trace of a joke or lie in his eyes. There was only a cold radiance of despair hidden behind the composure of a powerful man. "Mr. Dafa… what is the meaning of all this?" Aben asked, his voice trembling violently. His throat suddenly felt bone-dry, as if choked by the weight of the words he had just heard. Aben was not a wealthy man like Dafa. He was just a small-scale cook who regularly fulfilled online food orders for Dafa’s family. His modest kitchen on the outskirts of town was where he mixed various daily traditional recipes. Thanks to the delicious taste of his cooking and his always punctual service, the wealthy family loved his meals. Perhaps because they often met during food deliveries, Aben had grown familiar with their family. Every time he delivered an order, Aben was always greeted with warmth and friendliness. In Aben’s eyes, Dafa’s life was the epitome of worldly perfection that was impossible for him to reach. Aben, a 25-year-old man living all alone, could only work like that due to his lack of formal education in the past. There was no high diploma or prestigious degree he could boast of to instantly change his fate. Aben’s parents died when he was still a toddler. From then on, he was raised by his grandparents with abundant love, despite their economic limitations. Unfortunately, the elderly couple passed away when Aben was 17 years old. Since then, he had lived independently in the house left behind by his grandparents. He fought the harshness of life all on his own, relying on the cooking skills handed down by his late grandmother to survive day by day. Because of that, a commoner like him felt completely out of place in this position—seated inside a luxurious room and given an offer so far removed from common sense. Dafa let out a long sigh. The rich man leaned back against his deep black leather chair, crossed his fingers, and stared straight at Aben. The atmosphere suddenly felt even quieter and more suffocating. "To be honest, I am attracted to men, Aben. Let alone getting my wives pregnant, even getting an erection in front of them is extremely difficult." Aben gasped. He almost ran out of ideas on how to respond. 'My body feels so rigid all of a sudden,' Aben thought. The billionaire's biggest secret was just exposed right before his eyes without any cover. The man who had always been adored by the public, respected by business colleagues, and thought to have a perfect household with four drop-dead gorgeous women… actually held a very fragile, dark secret. His seemingly lavish and perfect marriage was apparently nothing more than a mask to cover up a hidden reality to protect his family's reputation and business empire. "B-but why does it have to be me, sir?" Aben asked with a weak breath. His hands, rough from gripping hot woks and kitchen knives, trembled on his thighs. Dafa sat up straight, then closed the distance between them with a gaze filled with thorough scrutiny and deep evaluation. "Because you are a man I can trust. I see sincerity in your eyes and a strong work ethic," said the young man, who was the same age as Aben. Dafa’s voice sounded so deep, honest, and filled with an unbreakable emphasis. "I have observed you for a long time every time you delivered food to this house, Aben. You work hard without complaining. You are honest, straightforward, and have no malicious intentions. Unlike the men in my circle, who are always filled with greed, vanity, and pretense. More than that, you live all alone—you have no connections or family ties that could be exploited by my business enemies to bring me down." Aben shook his head slowly, trying to reject the reality laid out before him. "Mr. Dafa, this is crazy… This is absolutely crazy! I'm just an online food cook. There's no way I could do such a thing to your wives. Besides, this… this goes against common sense!" Dafa did not get angry upon hearing the rejection. Instead, he pulled a thick brown envelope from inside his desk drawer and placed it right in front of Aben. "Inside this is six thousand dollars in cash as a down payment. If you agree and manage to give this family descendants, I will cover all your living expenses. I will buy you a new house, a new car, a life guarantee while you work for me, and a monthly salary of six thousand dollars." Aben stared at the brown envelope on top of the shiny teak wood desk. An amount of money he had never even dreamed of in his entire life was now right before his eyes. However, that grand reward demanded an act capable of turning his own logic upside down. "Please get them pregnant and bear the next generation for this family, Aben!" Dafa emphasized again, looking at the young man in front of him with an expression filled with deep pleading and utter despair. "You are the only hope I have right now." Aben froze where he stood. The 25-year-old man's chest rose and fell, holding back an extraordinary wave of emotion. Should he accept this crazy offer from the billionaire to change his impoverished fate, or should he walk out of this luxurious room and pretend he had never heard the grand secret? "I need time to think, Mr. Dafa."