My third year with Sebastian Vanderbilt, the Crown Prince of New York, was still strictly transactional. Dinner: $5,000. Date: $20,000. Overnight: $50,000. Then one day, I found out I was pregnant. After a few seconds of buffering, I looked at the aloof, aristocratic man across from me and asked bluntly: "Bro, do you have a hundred million dollars?" Chapter 1 Sebastian was stunned. He was wearing oversized hospital pajamas, but his sharp features showed no sign of illness. His eyes narrowed. "What's wrong?" "Why ask that all of a sudden?" He smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes that didn't match his sickly appearance. "Trying to earn a hundred million the hard way?" "Cough, cough." I almost choked. "Of course not. I mean..." The phrase "If I give you a baby, will you give me a hundred million dollars?" was on the tip of my tongue, but his face darkened. "If it's not that, don't say it." "We have nothing else to talk about." His coldness sent a chill through my heart. Tsk. I forgot Sebastian was a militant "No Marriage, No Kids" guy. We had an agreement: No feelings, no love, just transactions. If he found out about the baby... He'd assume I trapped him for money. Forget a hundred million; he might sue me for everything I've earned so far. Forget it. I quietly crumpled the OB-GYN report in my hand and hid it behind my back. "Oh, never mind then." Chapter 2 Sebastian didn't press further. He had no emotional attachment to me. He called me over for one reason: to be his dinner buddy. And his bed buddy. But this month was tricky. He had already used up his $500,000 monthly limit by the 15th. So... The man pinned me to the hospital bed, his kisses trailing down my neck. Just as he was about to undo my button, I jolted. I scrambled three feet away. "You're out of credit for the month!" "No more of that!" Sebastian looked annoyed. He stared at me, radiating "rich guy" energy. "I'll pay extra!" "No!" Pay extra?! What if he jostles the baby loose! Usually, I'd jump at money, but this time I refused firmly. Sebastian looked at me suspiciously. My heart raced. I blurted out some nonsense: "I... I'm not feeling well this month." "Plus, work is crazy. I can only provide companionship when you're sick. No extras!" I turned to leave, terrified he'd spot the secret in my bag. He grabbed my wrist, his voice icy. "So I have to be sick to see you this month?" Sebastian worked out religiously. He was built like a tank. I nodded vigorously. "Yes! Sick visits only!" Chapter 3 Sebastian's eyes darkened. He looked like he wanted to argue. Just then, a doctor walked in with a chart. "Mr. Vanderbilt, you just caught a cold from taking a cold shower. Nothing serious. You can be discharged." Cold shower? In the middle of winter? Is he psycho? I looked at Sebastian like he was an idiot. Silently praying the baby gets his looks but definitely not his brains! "Okay, you're discharged." "No more meetings this month!" "See you next month, Mr. Vanderbilt!" See you next month my ass! I fled to my apartment. Packed a bag. Planned to find a place Sebastian couldn't find to hide and raise the baby. My best friend, Chloe, was shocked. "You... you're keeping it?" "Yeah!" I stuffed clothes into my suitcase without hesitation. "You know I'm an orphan. No family." "I was planning to save enough for IVF anyway to make my own family." "Now, family has arrived naturally!" Plus, with Sebastian's genes, the kid would be gorgeous. I made up my mind and opened the airline app. Chloe hesitated. "The month isn't over. What if Sebastian gets 'sick' again..." "Impossible," I waved my hand. "He's healthy as an ox. How could he get sick twice in a month..." My phone rang. It was Sebastian's assistant. "Miss Lin, Mr. Vanderbilt has fallen ill again. Please come to the hospital." As if fearing I wouldn't come, he added: "This is included in the monthly package. Please hurry." Chapter 4 Same hospital, same room. I ran there seven times in one week. Yes. Once a day. Fever today, flu tomorrow, rash the next day, sprained ankle after that... After a week of this, I looked at the battered man in the bed. For the first time, I questioned the physical competence of this business titan. "Bro, is your cerebellum okay? Are you uncoordinated?" How do you sprain your ankle three times leaving the hospital? And twist your arm? Sebastian looked at me coldly. "You doubting my ability?" "No," I said honestly. I was doubting his IQ. Is stupidity hereditary? I stared at him suspiciously. Scanning him from head to toe, my eyes unconsciously stopped at a certain area— He suddenly pulled me hard. His scent overwhelmed me. Before I could react, Sebastian grabbed my chin and kissed me fiercely. "Mmph... mmph..." He was too rough. My morning sickness was bad lately. My stomach churned violently. I struggled to push him away. He held me tighter, crushing my lips while growling: "Can't even touch you..." "Ugh!" Splash. I threw up. All over Sebastian's pristine hospital pajamas. "Ava Lin! You hate me that much?!" "You threw up kissing me!"
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