Contract, Baby, And Billionaire

sidian, pulled up in front of my rundown apartment building. I

h perfectly styled silver hair and an air of authority tha

I recognized her from society pages.

sharp, intelligent gray, scanned my tiny apartment, t

s crisp, like autumn leaves. "I a

my throat too

y will do the same. This environment is not suitable for a

in her eyes, not kindness, but perhaps a pragmatic sort of sympathy. S

d. I was so tired of struggling, of being scared. Anothe

I started, my voic

e have already arranged for her to be moved to the best private care f

my compliance, my life, my child. I had no power to refuse. So I p

l glass and white walls, with minimalist furniture and vast, empty spaces. I

n my entire apartment. The bed was massive, the sheets felt like

of the room, feeling s

heard fo

ed in a simple gray T-shirt and dark pants that probably cost more than my rent for a year. H

armth, nothing. He had claimed me and his child in front of the entire world, but in person,

d and walked away, his footsteps ec

w what I expected, maybe a word of explanation, a simple "h

ingle, large, silver-framed photograph. It was a woman, a ballerina, captured mid-leap. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with a grac

ing to him emotionally. His heart, if he had one, was somewhere else entirely. I was jus