The Billionaire's Secret child.

Sophia's POV

At the early hours of Monday morning, as sun starts shining at a warm city of New York, I made my way to my art gallery shop as usual in the heart of city center.

I am Sophia, the gallery shop owner. as I stepped out of the cab that usually took me to my shop every morning, I take a look at the bustling streets with hope for the day.

I opened my gallery shop as usual, customers waiting for me hurried up for their different needs. I stood behind one of my beautiful gallery walls, as customers patronize.

In comes a deep black car, of which I thought it was one of my customers who patronize my shop. I looked at it in curiosity to know who this Billionaire is. The big car's door was ajar, coming out of it was a Billionaire mogul, Oliver Sterling.

His eyes looks over the busy streets of the city shops, taking in the elegant fashionable passersby. He adjusted his tailored suit jacket, his good looking writcwatch catching the light as he made his way towards the gallery shop entrance.

Inside, the gallery, there is a full of activity, filled with the soft murmur of conversations from people within. Took one sip from hi champagne glasses.

The rich paint and the vibrant colors of the artwork gallery were on display, it surprised him as he went through the decorated room, his eyes scanning the walls and the beautiful galleries on display.

Standing on the wall, was me in shock, he looked at me and asked who the gallery shop owner is. It's like he knew who I was, but to satisfy his curiosity, he asked me.

"I'm the shop owner, why do you asked? Do you want to buy one of my gallery, I asked.

I'm Sophia Bennett; I answered.

"What a striking woman with a dark curls and a determined expression, doing in this gallery shop? He asked.

I was standing near a stunning abstract painting gallery, I went closer to him.

I eyes alight with passion as I engaged in animated conversation with a group of art enthusiasts again, but I couldn't tear my looks away from him, I was captivated by his arrogant smile and the fierce energy that seemed to radiate from me was stunning.

As the crowd dispersed from my shop my eyes met his again, and a spark of recognition in my eyes is amazing. I approached him with a polite smile, my voice was full of respect and politeness.

"Can I help you find something, sir?" I asked him.

I looked at his face, like thousand times before he could replied.

"I'm actually here to speak with you, Miss. Bennett. I'm Oliver Sterling."

My eyes widened in surprise, my heart beat stopped a moment as I extended a hand in greeting.

You are welcome sir! I said.

"Oliver Sterling, the billionaire mogul? I asked.

"What brings you to my humble gallery shop this morning?"

His looks lingered on my hands as he hold it tight in his, it was like an electricity passing between us.

"Look, I've been following your work, Miss. Bennett. Your talent is undeniable. I believe we might have some business to discuss." He said.

I raised an eyebrow, my face filled with a mixture of surprised and curiosity.

"Business? What kind of business, Mr. Sterling?" I asked.

His expression remained impassive as he launched into his proposal.

"I have a proposition for you, Miss. Bennett. I understand that your gallery is facing some financial difficulties, and I would like to offer my assistance in exchange for a mutually beneficial arrangement."

I studied his face, searching for any hint of deception in his looks, but none.

"What kind of arrangement are you suggesting, Mr. Sterling?" I asked.

I leaned in slightly, his voice low and persuasive.

"A contract marriage, Miss. Bennett. We would enter into a mutually beneficial agreement where we would pretend to be in a relationship for a specified period of time. In return, you would receive financial support to save your gallery from its current troubles."

My eyes widened in shock, my mind reeling at the unexpected proposal. I had heard of Oliver Sterling's reputation as a powerful figure in the business world, but I never expected him to offer such a proposition. A lot of things have registered in my head already, I have my doubt about what he said.

I was very intrigue, and a flicker of something deeper that I couldn't quite identify.

After a moment of contemplation, I took a step back, my expression guarded.

"A contract marriage, Mr. Sterling? That's quite an unconventional offer. What guarantee do I have that you won't back out of our agreement?"

I met his gaze as I replied with confidence.

"I assure you, Miss. Bennett, my word is my bond. I am a man of my word, I'm a man with integrity and honor I always honor my commitments. He said

This arrangement would benefit us both – your gallery would be saved, and I would gain a partner who understands the differences of my world."

I felt a surge of conflicting emotions surge through my mind, intrigue, of hope that this arrangement could be the solution to my problems. I took a deep breath, my face steady as I made my decision.

"I need some time to think about your proposal, Mr. Sterling. This is a lot to consider." I said.

Oliver nodded, his expression unreadable as he replied.

"Take all the time you need, Miss. Bennett. I will be waiting for your decision. I believe that this arrangement could be the start of something truly remarkable for both of us."

With a nod of acknowledgment, I excused myself, my mind swirling with questions and possibilities. As I disappeared into the crowd, Oliver watched me with a mix of intrigue, knowing that our lives were about to change in ways neither of us could have ever imagined.

And so, the stage was set for an contractual partnership to blossom one that would forge a bond between two of us...

" This would lead us down a path of happiness and the secrets that would definitely be in our lives in such a way we never thought possible."