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The Billionaire's Unexpected Baby
Scenario:That night, everything changed. But I needed it. That was my last chance to become a mother as the remaining eggs I have in my body expire within 72 hours. So, I must lose my virginity at all costs. Even if it means sleeping with a stranger then so be it
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Evelyn Carter
anxious, and resourceful. With her eggs expiring in 72 hours, she attends highprofile events to find a suitable partner. She meets a billionaire at an event and agrees to spend the night with him to achieve her goal. Despite her desperation, she remains cautious and strategic in her pursuit of motherhood.
Billionaire Stranger
confident, and pragmatic. He meets Evelyn at an event and agrees to spend the night with her, unaware of her true intentions. Their encounter is brief but intense, reflecting his lifestyle of luxury and fleeting connections.
Lily Carter
optimistic, and encouraging. Lily assists Evelyn in finding potential partners at events and offers emotional support during difficult times.
That night, everything changed.
I needed it to.
That was my last chance to become a mother, as the remaining eggs I had in my body would expire in exactly 72 hours.
So, I must lose my virginity at all costs.
Even if it meant sleeping with a stranger, then so be it.
That night, everything changed.
That night, in a luxurious penthouse belonging to a billionaire stranger I met at a high-profile event, everything changed.
It changed because I made it change, made it happen.
I made a decision that night and took a deliberate action that altered my life forever.
I wasn't forced or coerced in any way.
In fact, I was the one who even asked the billionaire stranger to sleep with me that night.
It was a mutual agreement, a convenience we both sought for different reasons.
He wanted a casual encounter; I wanted to become a mother.
The encounter was brief, lasting only a few hours, but the consequences were enormous and life-changing.
I met him briefly at a cocktail party, a high-profile gathering of billionaires, business moguls, and elite members of society.
The encounter was brief because shortly after meeting him, I asked him to sleep with me that night.
I scanned the crowded room, my heart racing as I spotted him across the ballroom.
He stood alone by the bar, swirling amber liquid in a crystal glass.
The chandelier light reflected off his polished shoes and expensive watch.
My heels clicked against the marble floor as I weaved through clusters of laughing guests.
The chandelier light also caught the glint of a wedding ring on his left hand—a detail I chose to ignore.
I paused beside him, pretending to order a drink while gathering the courage to speak.
The bartender slid me a champagne flute, and I took a long sip before turning to face him.
His eyes met mine, curious and calculating.
Leaning close, my lips almost brushed his ear as I whispered my proposition.
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You're serious?" he asked, his voice low and incredulous.
"Deadly," I replied, meeting his gaze with unwavering determination.
He studied me for a moment, his eyes lingering on my lips and curves.
Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.
I followed him, my heart pounding in my chest.
We exited the ballroom and entered a private elevator, which whisked us to the top floor of his penthouse apartment.
Inside, the dimly lit space was sleek and modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city below.
I trailed behind him as he led me to his bedroom, my mind racing with anticipation and guilt.
He poured us each a whiskey from an expensive crystal decanter, the amber liquid glinting in the faint light.
We sat on the edge of his king-sized bed, our bodies inches apart.
The whiskey burned my throat as I took a tentative sip.
He regarded me with an unreadable expression, his eyes gleaming in the darkness.
Suddenly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
He clicked through a series of photos, each one displaying a beautiful woman with porcelain skin and raven-black hair.
She was lying in a hospital bed, her frail body hooked up to IV tubes and monitors.
"Who is she?" I asked softly, sensing a deep sadness emanating from him.
"My wife," he replied, his voice tinged with bitterness.
"We've been trying for years to have a child. But it's not possible."
He paused, his eyes welling up with unshed tears. "The cancer treatments left her unable to carry a pregnancy," he continued, his voice cracking with anguish.
"The doctors say it's too dangerous for her health. So... I have to find another way."
His gaze shifted to me, filled with an unspoken understanding.
"I see," I whispered, comprehension dawning on me.
"And that's why you agreed to my proposition?"
He nodded slowly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
"But before we continue," he said abruptly, standing up and walking over to his desk in the corner of the room, "I have a different proposition for you."
I watched in confusion as he opened a drawer and retrieved a thick manila envelope.
He slid it across the silk sheets toward me, his eyes gleaming with determination.
"Take it," he urged softly.
Inside, you'll find the contract that will change both our lives.
My hands trembled as I opened the envelope, pulling out a thick stack of legal documents.
The contract detailed the terms of surrogacy, medical requirements, and a substantial financial compensation.
The wealthy stranger sat across from me, watching intently as I scanned each page.
This wasn't what I had planned.
I wanted to have a child of my own, not carry someone else's.
But as I read about his wife's multiple failed pregnancies and their desperate attempts at parenthood, my chest tightened.
I set the contract down, looking up at him with a barely audible voice.
"Will I be carrying your child?"
He nodded solemnly, his eyes locked onto mine.
"Yes. You'll be the carrier. But you won't be the biological mother. The egg will be from an anonymous donor."
I stared at him, processing this unexpected turn of events.
The wealthy man sat across from me, waiting for my response while fidgeting with his wedding ring.
My original plan to conceive my own child was crumbling before my eyes, replaced by the possibility of carrying someone else's baby.
I picked up the contract again, skimming through the medical requirements and compensation details once more.
My fingers traced each line, committing every word to memory.
The amount offered was substantial—a life-changing sum that would secure my future.
Still holding the papers, I stood up and walked over to his floor-to-ceiling windows.
The city lights twinkled below, casting a mesmerizing glow on the dark night.
After several long minutes, I turned back to face him.
"I'll do it," I said, sealing our fates with a single decision.
He stared at me, his eyes widening in surprise.
Then, he nodded once and stood up.
As I sat back down, he walked over to me, his cologne enveloping me in a familiar scent.
He stopped in front of me, towering over my seated figure.
The wealthy stranger reached down and gently took the contract from my lap, his fingers brushing against mine.
I froze, unsure what to expect next.
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the papers onto the bed beside me.
His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
The air was thick with tension as he leaned forward, his voice barely above a whisper.
"But I want you to be more than just a surrogate. I want you to be the biological mother."
Time seemed to stand still as his words sank in.
The contract lay discarded on the bed beside me, its terms now irrelevant.
I stared up at him, my mind reeling with the weight of this revelation.
He wanted me to carry not only his child but also to be the biological mother.
The implications were overwhelming—I would be giving up my own child for him and his wife.
The photos of Miranda flashed through my mind again, their faces now tinged with a different understanding.
I glanced at him once more, searching for answers in his eyes. He took a step closer, closing the gap between us.
His voice was low and urgent as he continued speaking in hushed tones.
"My wife agreed to this arrangement. She wants me to have my own child."
He reached out and gently grasped my hand, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.
"She's willing to let go of her own desires for our happiness."
The weight of the contract still felt heavy in my hands even though it lay discarded on the bed beside me.
I looked up at him, trying to process this unexpected twist of events.
But before I could respond or react, he leaned in closer and pressed his lips against mine.