The President's Prized Possession

Chapter 1

EP1: The President's Prized Possession

André Martin, a wealthy and globally influential businessman, is the handsome dream man that every woman desires to possess. But André doesn’t belong to anyone — because in his mind, he utterly despises the word “family.”

The concept of family has never even come close to entering his thoughts, and he barely understands what it truly means. Perhaps it was the nightmares of his childhood that led him to completely shut that word out of his life.

His father was wealthy but had numerous women. He was trapped in misery, watching his mother's tears stream down her cheeks day after day until the day she passed away, leaving a massive scar in the heart of a ten-year-old boy like him.

Love? It's just as non-existent as family.

His rust-colored eyes gazed aimlessly out the window of his luxurious office.

Now, he has been forty for forty-two days, but his mind remains empty. His days are filled with work, and his nights with various women.

He enjoys having s*x without any strings attached. The money in his pocket easily solves any bothersome issues. Occasionally, some of his partners would try to cling to him, but that was never a real problem—because he had a trusted secretary who took care of those women, making sure they never came back to bother him again.

His tall frame—nearly 190 centimeters—moved back toward the large black leather chair, where he lowered himself into the seat.

After his father passed away in the arms of a lingerie model eleven years ago, he took over the oil business and developed it to such prosperity that no competitor dared to challenge it.

His life is successful in every aspect, from work to nighttime pleasures. Yet, why does he feel like something is missing?

It's not just about family, and it's not about women. It's...

A child...

Indeed, his life lacked one crucial thing: a child to inherit the entire business.

The young man cleared his mind and found a solution for himself.

He had been thinking about having a child for almost two weeks now. It wasn’t hard to father a child—but what was difficult, and something he still hadn’t figured out, was where he could find a woman who was suitable enough to be the mother of his offspring.

A woman willing to accept all his harsh conditions and leave once she has given birth to his child.

He didn’t trust anyone—especially women, a gender he believed thought of nothing but money.

His strong jaw, adorned with a faint stubble, clenched tightly before his imposing rust-colored eyes shifted to the office door, which was being gently knocked on.

"Come in."

His voice was deep and smooth, yet it was filled with authority that made it impossible for anyone to refuse his demands.

"I just came to remind you, Mr. President, that the shareholders' meeting will begin in fifteen minutes."

Evelyn, a twenty-five-year-old woman, was exceptionally good at her job. She understood him completely—whatever he wanted, just one look was enough for her to deliver it without question. She was capable, efficient, and flawless… but incredibly old-fashioned.

Yes, incredibly old-fashioned.

Evelyn dressed so outdated that sometimes he couldn't help but think his giant corporation was a church or a temple.

He had pointed it out several times, but Evelyn always countered with reasons that made him speechless—forcing him to back off and stop meddling in the way she dressed.

'I've been using my brain to serve you for almost five years, Mr. President. Have I ever failed at anything?'

He remembered shaking his head because he couldn't think of a time when Evelyn hadn't done her job well.

'Since I've done everything well and pleased you in every way, do I still have to follow those modern trends and dress myself like a fancy girl in your office?'

Of course, he answered, 'No.' And he never interfered with Evelyn's outdated style again from that day on.

"Okay."

Evelyn looked at her employer's face, more handsome than a god, through thick glasses, taking in the details of his perfect features without wanting Andre to notice.

He must not know that the unassuming secretary he praised for her excellent work had fallen head over-heels for him since the first day she started working here.

It's been almost five years now since she has had to hide her true feelings behind those thick glasses, feeling hurt every time she saw him with other women, and always pained by the fact that Andre never looked at her as a man would.

In Andre's eyes, she was just an efficient secretary, excellent at her job. That's it... Yes, for him, that's all she could ever be.

Evelyn forced a smile to mask the sorrow in her heart, which she did excellently because Andre never suspected a thing.

"Then I'll go prepare the meeting documents."

"Wait."

The handsome president's words made her clean white feet in black low-heeled shoes stop abruptly. She turned back to look at her employer once more.

"Is there something you need, Mr. President?"

Andre's demeanor was now filled with unease, different from usual, which made her speculate.

"Or… did the woman I arranged for you last night do something wrong?"

He waved his large hand dismissively, indicating her assumption was incorrect.

"Lindsay was very pleasing."

Why did her heart ache so intensely, even though this wasn't the first time she'd heard him praise a woman in front of her?

"Then what's bothering you, Mr. President?"

Andre tilted his head and gave her a slight smile.

"You're truly my favorite secretary, always knowing what's on my mind."

Evelyn managed a smile, accepting the compliment from the man she secretly loved.

"Your expression shows you're confused and struggling to find a solution."

Andre sighed lightly, looking at his trusted secretary before speaking.

"You've been with me for a long time, so you know I've never thought about marriage before, right?"

"I'm well aware," she replied, her expression composed, hiding all her feelings behind thick glasses.

"I don't like the word 'family.' It feels binding and suffocating."

"I'm well aware," she repeated.

"But I want to have a child."

Surprise filled Eveln's eyes beneath her thick glasses.

"You want to have a child, Mr. President?"

"Yes, I want a child, but I don't want a wife."

She responded with a slight smile.

"Are you thinking of adopting a child then?"

"No."

"Or are you planning to get married?"

Andre shook his head and teased his secretary.

"This is the first time you've guessed wrong, Evelyn."

She looked at him in surprise. If her guesses were wrong, then what did Andre want?

"I guess I'm not so good at this."

"You're not bad or doing a poor job. It's just that my thoughts on this are too complex."

"..."

"I've been thinking about this for over two weeks before deciding what to do."

"What do you plan to do, Mr. President?"

If Andre didn't want to adopt a child or get married to have an heir, then what method would he use to get what he wanted?

The corners of Andre's beautifully curved, rosy lips lifted into a slight smile, his rust-colored eyes reflecting a cunning indifference.

"I want you to find a woman with an excellent profile to be a surrogate mother for my child."

"Mr... President...?"

"Beautiful, smart, and intelligent. At least a master's degree level of education. No voluptuous, flirtatious types. Those women are only good for fun in bed."

"Are you serious, Mr. President?"

He tilted his head and looked at his favorite secretary's surprised face.

"Look into my eyes and tell me whether I'm joking."

She looked into his eyes and felt drawn in.

My God, it took a lot of effort to tear herself away from Andre's incredibly seductive charm.

"Well, do you still think I'm joking, Evelyn?"

"You're not joking, are you?"

The young man stood up to his full height, leaned on the desk with his arms, and leaned toward his favorite secretary with a playful grin.

"But you still look surprised, Evelyn."

The person addressed smiled slightly before responding in a calm voice.

"I'm just surprised by your idea, Mr. President."

"There's nothing surprising about it. I want a child, but I don't want a wife."

"Yes."