The Sterling family, the wealthiest dynasty in New York, posted a recruitment ad that shook the internet: 【 High-Price Seeking Daughter-in-Law We are looking for a wife for our sole heir. Reward: $5 Million for a boy, $3 Million for a girl. You just handle the birth; the Sterlings will handle the bill. 】 I smirked. My chance to get filthy rich had finally arrived. First pregnancy: Triplets. Three boys. Mrs. Sterling threw a party that shut down Manhattan, grinning so hard her eyes disappeared. Second pregnancy: Quadruplets. Two boys, two girls. Mrs. Sterling smiled politely, asking if I needed a nap. Third pregnancy: Triplets again. All boys. Mrs. Sterling couldn't smile anymore. Now, she grabs anyone she sees and whispers, "Why won't God just take me?" 1 My family has a genetic predisposition for extreme fertility. My great-grandmother had eight sons and two daughters. Back in the Great Depression, she single-handedly ate a wealthy landowner out of house and home until they were farming dirt. My mom had a pair of fraternal twins—me and my brother. She wanted more, but finances forced her into early retirement. Summarizing the experience of two generations, my mother gave me one piece of advice: "Harper, find a man who is hot, and find a man who is loaded!" After all, our constitution is volatile. Twins are a glitch. Triplets are the standard. Occasional quadruplets or quintuplets? Just a Tuesday for us. Find a handsome one so the army of kids is at least pleasant to look at. Find a rich one so they don't starve. We didn't want a repeat of Great-Grandma's "eating the landlord poor" incident. I took this to heart. So, I stayed single. Until two days ago, when the Sterling family posted The Ad. Applicants swarmed like bees. But I, Harper Vance, fought through the preliminaries, crushed the semi-finals, and took the championship crown! When I held the contract, I called my mom, shaking. "Mom, we're about to be richer than astronauts!" My mom heard the details and gasped. "Baby, pace yourself. Don't bankrupt them." 2 Day one on the job. Mrs. Eleanor Sterling sat on a velvet throne, giving me the orientation speech. "The Sterling line has had only one son per generation for eight generations. We are desperate. So don't blame me for favoring boys slightly." "Once the first child drops, you get the marriage license and the cash transfer. Instantaneously." "If you can't produce? You get a severance package and an Uber home." I thumped my chest confidently. "Don't worry, Boss Lady. Mission accepted." Mrs. Sterling looked pleased. She waved her hand, and the guards brought in the father-to-be: Sebastian Sterling. Sharp eyes, chiseled jaw, legs for days, and a glimpse of an eight-pack through his disheveled shirt. Honestly, in any other context, he’d be the guy you dream about. Unfortunately, right now, he was a mess. He was hogtied with red silk ropes, carried in by eight bodyguards like a prize hog at a county fair. He was struggling and screaming: "Let me go! Am I a stud horse to you people?!" "Get out! I don't touch women!" "Put me down! Marriage is a democracy! My body, my choice!" He screamed until his voice cracked. I suddenly understood why they had to hire a wife. The eighth-generation heir was... playing for the other team. Oh, heartbreaking. Mrs. Sterling looked pained. "Sebastian, I respect your lifestyle. I'm not a bigot." "Just give me one heir. After that, you can fly to San Francisco, date men, date drag queens, date aliens—I don't care!" Sebastian thrashed harder. "Mom, stop 'understanding' me! Who said I like men?!" Mrs. Sterling wiped a tear. "Oh, I get it. You like non-binary performers. That’s fine, but they can't get pregnant! Just give me this one wish!" Sebastian howled. "Stop guessing!" Mrs. Sterling ignored him and pointed at me. "This is the mother I picked. Your future wife." "I know your tastes are... unique. But Harper is a good girl. You can't give her a normal marriage, but don't you dare bully her!" Sebastian sneered at me. "Useless. Mom, tie down my body all you want, but my soul will fight for its virginity!" Mrs. Sterling ignored him. "Harper, can you handle this tonight?" I looked him over. Disheveled clothes. Forbidden vibe. The ropes were tight, but they didn't obstruct the essential equipment. I looked up. "No problem, Ma'am. No matter the difficulty, the vendor will deliver!" Mrs. Sterling scolded Sebastian. "Look at her attitude! Now look at yours!" For some reason, Sebastian stopped struggling. He locked eyes with me, and the tips of his ears turned bright red. 3 That night, to be safe, Sebastian was tied to the king-sized bed. He was as quiet at night as he was loud during the day. I assumed he had accepted his fate. I rubbed my hands together. Imagine: A six-foot-two billionaire, restrained, at my mercy. And I get paid millions for it. "Um... I don't have much experience. Tell me if it hurts." I started stripping. Sebastian’s face flushed crimson. His eyes darted around the room. "Harper." "Yes, Boss?" "Do... do you have someone you like?" I paused, holding my shirt. I remembered the freelancer's code: Take the client's questions seriously. I shook my head. "Nope!" Sebastian sighed. "I do." Oh. Awkward. I stood there in my bra. I felt bad. Is this ethical? Sebastian glanced at me. "Why did you... stop?" I crawled over to him. "I didn't know you had a partner. If you aren't willing, we can skip it." I mean, it's just a few million dollars... sob. But I have a conscience! Sebastian looked like he was about to combust. He coughed. "It's fine. Continue." I ripped his shirt open. "Wait, won't your partner mind?" "If it's you... it's okay." Wow, his partner is open-minded! I got his pants off. We were skin to skin. But I wiggled around and couldn't quite figure out the mechanics of a tied-up man. Sebastian panted. "Be good. Untie me. I'll do it." No way! My bottom line is twins. That’s a guaranteed $8-10 million. If I untie him and he runs, my millions run with him! I struggled for another ten minutes until I accidentally kneed him somewhere sensitive. Sebastian hissed. "Sweetheart, untie me. You're going to break it." I untied him. Because honestly, this was exhausting. Money is hard to earn. The moment the ropes fell, Sebastian flipped over and pinned me down. Lights out. Shift starts. My last thought before passing out was: Sebastian is definitely a Top. His stamina was terrifying. 4 I woke up alone. There was a new contact in my phone. Seb: [Emergency at the office. Call if you need anything.] I sighed. Such a considerate client. Before I could reply, my best friend Chloe called, screaming. "Harper Vance! Where the hell are you? We have the pitch meeting with Horizon Corp today!" "If we miss this, I will have your head on a spike!" I checked the time. 10:00 AM. I scrambled out of bed. I was so busy with the side hustle, I forgot my main job! Chloe and I run a boutique ad agency. The Horizon contract is worth $500k. To Chloe, this is life or death. I rushed to the Horizon building, but we were three minutes late. The receptionist was stone cold. "Sorry, your slot is gone. Reschedule." Chloe grinded her teeth. "You better explain where you were yesterday." "I... took a gig?" "What gig is more important than a half-million-dollar contract?" Well... a forty-million-dollar one. The elevator dinged. A group of suits walked out. The leader was cold, handsome, and radiated 'Main Character' energy. Chloe, being Chloe, shoved me aside and lunged. "Mr. Sterling! I'm Chloe from Starlight Ads. Just one minute, please!" Sebastian didn't even slow down. His assistant blocked her. "Sorry, Mr. Sterling is busy." My phone buzzed. Seb: [Home in 20. What do you want for lunch?] 5 I looked at my desperate friend, then at the power-walking Sebastian. I raised a timid hand. "Um..." Sebastian stopped dead. He looked up. His gaze darkened when he saw me. His Adam's apple bobbed. I blushed. I felt a twinge of jealousy. That damn partner of his eats well! He extended a hand. "Give it here." Chloe shoved the portfolio at him. "Mr. Sterling, this is the draft. We can change anything!" Sebastian ignored it. "The contract." I pulled the contract out of my bag. He didn't read it. He flipped to the last page, signed his name, and shoved it back at me. "Wait for me at home." He didn't whisper. Instantly, every employee in the Horizon lobby stared at me. Shock. Gossip. Who is she? I wanted to melt into the floor. Only Chloe was oblivious, drowning in the joy of money. "I knew it! Thick skin wins the game!" "Tonight, drinks on me! Invite your college buddy Liam too. Celebration dinner!" The stares intensified. Wow, the CEO is getting cucked? Sebastian spun around on his heel. He planted himself in front of me. His eyes were predatory. "I love celebrations. Add a plus one?" Chloe beamed. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I pinched her. "Girl, you are playing with fire." Chloe shrugged. "For a client this big, I'll burn." 6 That night. A roadside taco stand. Four people at a plastic table. The stools were too low for Sebastian’s long legs. His knee kept brushing against mine. "So you're Harper's 'Senior' form college? Thanks for looking after her." Sebastian smiled—a smile that didn't reach his eyes—and draped an arm possessively around my shoulders. Liam’s face went cold. He pushed Sebastian's arm away. "No need to thank me. I enjoy taking care of Harper." "Also, keep your hands to yourself. As far as I know, Harper doesn't have a boyfriend." Sebastian re-draped his arm, eyebrows raised. "My Harper is shy. She doesn't need to tell outsiders about her private life." Liam clenched his fist. "I'm not an outsider. I'm her closest... boy friend." Sebastian scoffed. "Space that out. Male. Friend." The air crackled with testosterone. Chloe was happily munching on nachos, watching the drama. "Fight! Fight!" I grabbed her arm. "Stop it! Why are we eating street tacos for a celebration dinner?" Chloe threw her hands up. "Mr. Sterling picked it!" You're kidding. Billionaire Sebastian Sterling eating a $2 taco? Chloe whispered, "Tell me the tea. How did you snag him?" Before I could answer, Sebastian plucked the jalapeño popper from my plate. He smiled gently. "You're preparing for pregnancy. No spicy food." K.O. The table went dead silent. Chloe choked. "Holy sh*t! You guys got married?" I shook my head. "No. But... we slept together." Chloe: "WTF? When?" "My gig yesterday..." Chloe shrieked. "You became a sugar baby?!" Me: ... Can this woman let me finish a sentence?
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