Pregnant By Contract: The Billionaire's Uncertain Heir
1.1k Views · Ongoing · manurex
I sold my virginity and my womb to save my sister. But the billionaire who bought me plays by darker rules than I ever imagined.
My sister’s heart is failing. The medical bills are a death sentence. So I do the unthinkable: I auction myself to the highest bidder. Ten million dollars for one son. No love. No future. Just a contract.
Ethan Hopper is a cold, powerful god in a bespoke suit. He doesn’t want a wife. He needs an heir—within ten months—or he loses his billion-dollar empire. And I’m nothing but a clinical transaction to him.
But his manor is a gilded cage of monsters. By day I play the blushing bride to keep my sister alive. By night I’m hunted by his vengeful ex-fiancée and a brother-in-law who smells my secrets. Then the ultimate betrayal shatters everything.
In a haze of wine and vengeance, Ethan’s predatory father, Richard, commits an act of unspeakable cruelty. When I finally see those two pink lines, my joy turns to gut-wrenching terror. I’m carrying the Hopper heir… but I don’t know if the child belongs to the cold husband I’ve begun to crave… or to his monstrous father.
Some bargains are written in ink.
The most dangerous ones are written in blood.
My sister’s heart is failing. The medical bills are a death sentence. So I do the unthinkable: I auction myself to the highest bidder. Ten million dollars for one son. No love. No future. Just a contract.
Ethan Hopper is a cold, powerful god in a bespoke suit. He doesn’t want a wife. He needs an heir—within ten months—or he loses his billion-dollar empire. And I’m nothing but a clinical transaction to him.
But his manor is a gilded cage of monsters. By day I play the blushing bride to keep my sister alive. By night I’m hunted by his vengeful ex-fiancée and a brother-in-law who smells my secrets. Then the ultimate betrayal shatters everything.
In a haze of wine and vengeance, Ethan’s predatory father, Richard, commits an act of unspeakable cruelty. When I finally see those two pink lines, my joy turns to gut-wrenching terror. I’m carrying the Hopper heir… but I don’t know if the child belongs to the cold husband I’ve begun to crave… or to his monstrous father.
Some bargains are written in ink.
The most dangerous ones are written in blood.

