I had been Alexander Turner’s secret lover for three years when I discovered I was pregnant. Alexander said he didn’t like children and was preparing to get engaged to a wealthy heiress from a suitable family. Not wanting to lose my baby, I quietly packed my bags and disappeared with his money in the middle of the night. After leaving New York, I raised my son alone for four years. The little rascal grew up to be incredibly handsome, his striking looks making him an overnight internet sensation. I built a career around my son’s popularity, becoming a successful livestreamer. When people discovered I was a single mother, I had to explain to save face: “I’m a widow.” I proved that a woman doesn’t need a man to live well, gaining a large following of independent female fans. Until one day, I noticed something familiar about the profile picture and IP address of my top supporter… It couldn’t be such a coincidence, could it? How could Alexander Turner be watching my livestreams? That serious, stoic man I once knew? To my shock, he showed up at my door that very night. He pinned me against the wall, his eyes blazing with anger as he growled through gritted teeth: “A widow? I didn’t realize I was dead.” With one hand, he grabbed my son by the collar and held him in front of me. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at me and demanded: “And what exactly is this?”
My name is Sage Brown, and I was the secret lover of business tycoon Alexander Turner. For three years, our arrangement had been mutually satisfactory. Until today. I went to his office, excited yet nervous, clutching my positive pregnancy test. Alexander was still in a meeting, so his secretary told me to wait in his office. I couldn’t help but notice a wedding dress catalog next to his computer. When had Alexander started looking at wedding dresses? My heart fluttered. Maybe he remembered my offhand comment about wanting to do a wedding photoshoot someday. Perhaps he did care about me after all. But just then, I glimpsed his tall figure through the window, walking arm-in-arm with a woman. I recognized her from the photos I’d secretly seen in Alexander’s private album – she was Chloe, the woman he’d always idealized. I lowered my head and laughed bitterly at myself. Of course Alexander wouldn’t remember something I’d said in passing. His perfect woman was back, he was looking at wedding dresses… he was getting married? I grew up in a blended family. After my mom left, my dad married another woman and had a son. So from a young age, I lived with my grandfather in the countryside. Later, when my grandfather had a stroke and was hospitalized, I was on my own. In college, I had to earn my own tuition and living expenses, plus money for my grandfather’s medical bills. The summer of my junior year, I heard that waitressing at nightclubs paid well – one night’s work could equal 3-4 days at a fast food joint. I couldn’t resist and went to interview as a waitress. That night, I happened to serve Alexander Turner’s private room. He happened to be drunk after a breakup. He pulled me into a hotel suite. The next morning, my legs were so sore I could barely walk. My manager thought I was slacking off since I’d disappeared all night and hadn’t done my other assigned work. I was fired on the spot. I couldn’t explain what had really happened. I could only ask Alexander to compensate me for my lost wages. Alexander was very generous. He immediately offered me a high-paying job – if I took good care of him, I could earn over $10,000 a month. It was a shameful arrangement. But I couldn’t let my limited dignity get in the way of money. I’d already given Alexander my virginity, so there was no point in being coy. Besides, Alexander was tall and handsome, with washboard abs and bronze skin. He looked like a male model straight out of a blockbuster film. Sleeping with him wasn’t exactly a hardship! After two seconds of consideration, I agreed and signed the contract. He paid me $30,000 a month. I had to be available whenever he called and take good care of his needs. When we signed the agreement, he told me not to develop any feelings for him. He wouldn’t take responsibility. He didn’t want love, and I pretended I didn’t either. For three years, I only talked about money and pretended in front of him. Now the woman he loved was back, and he was getting married. He didn’t need me anymore. We couldn’t even talk about money between us now. And at this most inconvenient time, I’d gotten pregnant. This baby’s timing couldn’t have been worse. Disappointed, I folded up the pregnancy test results and put them in my bag. Just then, Alexander pushed open the office door. I looked up at him. Impeccably dressed in his suit, handsome as ever, with that hint of coolness in his chiseled features. He walked to his desk and sat down, asking me: “What did you want to see me about?” I’d originally planned to tell him about the pregnancy. But now it didn’t seem necessary. He was getting engaged. Our arrangement would end soon. He definitely wouldn’t let me keep the baby growing in my belly. But I’d been his mistress for three years, hiding my shameful status. I was no longer the innocent girl I once was. My heart had no room for other men now. This child might be my only family in the future. I couldn’t give it up. I walked over to Alexander’s side and poured him a glass of water. I made up an excuse: “I saw a jewelry set I liked.” Alexander pulled me into his arms, his voice low and magnetic: “What jewelry? Wasn’t the set I bought you last time enough?” “Olvis just released a new diamond and jade necklace. It’s not that expensive, only about $200,000. I really want it.” “I’ll have my secretary take you to buy it later.” I pretended to be delighted and gave him a quick kiss. “Thank you, Alexander.” A barely perceptible smile crossed Alexander’s handsome face. His warm fingertips caressed my cheek. His thick lashes lowered as his gaze roamed suggestively over my lips. “Is that all?” As his kept woman for three years, the most important skill was anticipating the patron’s desires. I could see what Alexander wanted. I smiled coyly and sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. I timidly leaned in to kiss him. Just sitting there, he gave off an intimidating aura. As our cool lips met, I could smell a hint of pine. He quickly took control, holding my waist tightly as his hot tongue parted my lips. As we embraced, I could feel his heated breath. He finally lost control and carried me to the rest area, pressing me beneath him. Suddenly, I felt a twinge in my lower abdomen. My mind cleared instantly. I carefully protected my belly and pushed him away. He frowned at me in annoyance. I quickly explained: “Um… I just got my period…” “Wasn’t that supposed to be next week?” He scrutinized me as if he knew I was lying. I panicked but forced myself to sound confident: “I’ve been staying up late recently. My cycle is irregular. Is that not allowed?” Hearing this, he gently moved off me. His tone carried a rare hint of complaint: “Then why did you come to seduce me?” He sat up and straightened his rumpled suit and tie. I also got up and fixed my appearance. Unable to resist, I asked: “Alexander, do you like children?” “No,” he answered promptly and decisively. As expected. My heart sank. Then he looked at me and asked: “Why bring that up suddenly?” I forced a laugh, my voice soft and slightly hoarse: “Oh, it’s nothing. I just saw an adorable little boy who was lost outside the apartment building earlier.” “Do you want children?” Alexander looked me up and down. “No, no. I just thought he was cute. If I had to give birth myself, no thanks.” “Good. It’s better that way.” Alexander said this and walked out of the rest area, perfectly put-together again. I quickly followed him out. After leaving the office, I became determined to leave. I checked my bank account balance. I only had $500,000. That was far from enough for me. My grandfather was still in the hospital, and I needed to cover his medical expenses. Even if I left for a while, I had to leave enough money for grandpa’s care. The $500,000 I had would go to grandpa. After all, I’d need a year to have the baby. I could only come back to see grandpa after a year. So now I had to get enough money from Alexander to cover my pregnancy and the baby’s first year. But it was really difficult to get that much money in a short time. I was pregnant and would start showing soon. I didn’t have much time left by Alexander’s side. After thinking it over, I decided to sell all the jewelry and bags he’d bought me over the years. I took them to a shop to get cash. After the shop owner finished appraising all my jewelry and bags, he gave me an estimate. $500,000. I was shocked. These were all luxury items, some even limited editions. When Alexander bought them for me, he’d spent millions. How could they only be worth $500,000 now? The owner explained that he could only offer that much because these items depreciate as soon as they’re used. Unlike gold, they don’t hold their value. Disappointed, I gave the owner my account number. Just as the money hit my account and I turned to leave, an elegantly dressed middle-aged woman called out to me. I turned and saw it was Helen Turner, Alexander’s mother. I suddenly felt nervous. “Sage, are you that desperate for money? It seems my son hasn’t been treating you very well,” she said mockingly. “No, that’s not it,” I answered softly. The pressure from this older woman and wealthy socialite was overwhelming. I instinctively wanted to leave. “Wait, I have something to discuss with you.” Inside a coffee shop. Helen Turner casually tossed a check on the table in front of me. She said disdainfully, “Alexander is about to get engaged. Here’s a million dollars. I want you to leave him.” I immediately picked up the million-dollar check from the table, unable to hide my joy. I was thrilled. With this million plus my $500,000, it would be enough for me and my baby to live on for a long time. Helen Turner’s expression changed from contempt to scorn as she watched my reaction. “A million buys you off so easily? I thought you’d demand more.” I didn’t care about her opinion of me. All I could think about was the million dollars in my hand. With this money, I could leave Alexander right away. “Thank you, Mrs. Turner. I’ll keep my promise. I absolutely won’t have any more…” “Won’t have any more what?” A cold voice suddenly rang out beside me. I turned to see Alexander’s exquisitely handsome face. My body froze. I inhaled sharply. “What kind of deal are you making?” Alexander’s gaze swept over the check in my hand. His thin lips pressed together, his eyes icy. I immediately lowered my head, not daring to look at him.
Helen Turner proudly said, “Son, look at this woman. A million dollars is enough for her to leave you. She only wanted our family’s money.” Alexander let out a cold laugh and roughly grabbed my hand, dragging me to his car. He glared at me, his eyes filled with rage. “The check.” Terrified and silent, I carefully handed it over with both hands. He took it and tore the check to shreds. My heart bled, but I didn’t dare show any reaction. His piercing eyes turned to me, filled with indecipherable emotion. “Does it hurt? Sage, am I only worth a million to you?” My heart clenched. I didn’t know why he was putting on this show of hurt and accusing me of betrayal. He was the one who said we’d only talk about money, not feelings. Now that I was talking about money, why was he angry? He was the one getting engaged. I didn’t answer his question. A million might be pocket change to him, but to an ordinary person like me, it could be everything. I’m very dissatisfied with him now, but I can only try to please him, after all, I haven’t gotten the money yet. “You’re getting engaged, aren’t you?” I lowered my voice, my eyes filling with tears. I looked pitiful and vulnerable. Seeing me like this, the coldness in Alexander’s eyes lessened, replaced by a somewhat guilty and reluctant look. After a long moment, he uttered three words: “Maybe so.” What did he mean, maybe? He was clearly getting engaged, yet he was still pretending to care deeply for me. I deliberately let tears fall silently, looking devastated. “We’ve been together for three years. My feelings for you are more intense than I imagined. But I respect your choice. I hope you’ll always be happy.” Now it was my turn to stand on the moral high ground and reproach him. Hearing my words, Alexander was overwhelmed with guilt. His embrace tightened. “I’m sorry.” “I know it was my mother who forced you to leave me. I’ll transfer the million from my own account. If anyone needs to compensate you, it should be me.” It worked! I let out a huge sigh of relief. My anxious heart settled down again. Thankfully the million I’d been promised hadn’t slipped away. We were both silent for a long while. He suddenly looked up at me tenderly, seeming conflicted as he spoke: “Let’s… let’s break up next month.” What the hell? Since when could breakups be scheduled in advance? At that moment, I was truly furious. Alexander acted so proper, but was he treating me like a robot? But the money hadn’t hit my account yet, so I didn’t dare act out. I could only nestle against him like a little bird, pretending to love him deeply. “Even though I’ll miss you terribly, I’ll do as you say.” Hearing my words, Alexander felt even more guilty. He pressed his face close to mine and said softly, “I’m sorry.”
For the next few days after returning home, I had to pretend nothing had happened and continue taking care of him attentively. Today was Alexander’s birthday. Alexander was very picky about food and only ate custom birthday cakes from Crown Bakery. I wanted to surprise him, so I’d secretly been learning from the private chefs at Crown. I hoped he would enjoy a cake I made myself. Early this morning, I went to Crown planning to personally make a cake to bring back. As luck would have it, I ran into Chloe Parker, Alexander’s ideal woman, before I even started baking. I instinctively wanted to avoid her. But to my surprise, she recognized me. “Sage, right?” Since she knew who I was, there was no point in hiding. She was from a wealthy family – finding out my identity would have been child’s play for her. “I didn’t realize Miss Parker knew me,” I replied casually, gathering baking tools and ingredients. “Are you making a special cake for Alexander?” She watched me with displeasure, as if I wasn’t taking her seriously. I let out a noncommittal “Mm-hmm.” “I’ve already pre-ordered Alexander’s birthday cake. There’s no need for you to make one. No one will eat a cake you make – it would just go to waste.” Hearing her words, I felt angry. I snapped back at her, “How do you know no one will eat it? Alexander can eat yours during the day and mine at night. After all, he spends every night at my place. His relationship with me is much closer than with you.” Chloe’s face darkened. “How vulgar!” “How could Alexander get involved with a woman like you?” “Why don’t you go ask him? Why are you questioning me?” I ignored her and continued working, infuriating her so much she stomped away. I’d spent Alexander’s birthdays alone with him for the past three years. Now that his ideal woman was back, he didn’t need me anymore. But that was fine. If he didn’t eat it, I’d eat it myself. I’d been craving cake lately anyway. Cake-making was difficult. My decorating skills were terrible, and it took over a dozen attempts to get it right. But I was very interested in learning, and the chef was patient, teaching me again and again. By the time I finished a successful cake and returned home, it was already afternoon. Due to the pregnancy, I’d been extremely sleepy lately. After a morning of baking, I was exhausted. I fell asleep as soon as I lay down. When I woke up, the sky outside was already dark. An inexplicable loneliness washed over me. The house was utterly silent, and a sense of loss swept through me. Alexander hadn’t come back. In his heart, Chloe was clearly the most important. No doubt he was happily blowing out candles with her right now. I closed my eyes, trying to fall back asleep. But suddenly the mattress dipped beside me, and a familiar scent of pine enveloped me. I opened my eyes to hear a warm, magnetic voice: “You’re awake? Aren’t you going to celebrate my birthday?” I looked at that familiar yet strange handsome face. My nose tingled inexplicably, and my heart filled with grievance. Tears welled up in my eyes as I asked in a thick voice, “Why did you come back so late?” Alexander raised an eyebrow. “I got off work at 4:30 and came straight back. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up for almost two hours.” “I thought you weren’t coming back.” “Why wouldn’t I come back? Didn’t you say last time you had a surprise for me? Don’t tell me you didn’t prepare anything!” “Oh, I did prepare something.” I quickly got up and went to the living room to take the large cake I’d made out of the fridge. “Ta-da! I made this for you myself. Is it a good surprise?” I asked with a smile. “It looks great. You must have put a lot of effort into it.” “I did. So where’s my reward?” I pouted playfully. “I’ll have my secretary transfer a million dollars to your account, plus the deed to this apartment.” Hearing the unexpected gift of property, I couldn’t contain my excitement. But I had to act very sad. “Alexander, I don’t care about those things.” He gently cupped my face and kissed me. “But I care. I want to make it up to you.” We happily ate the cake together, then cuddled on the couch to watch TV. Alexander usually only ate a small piece of cake on his birthday, but today he surprisingly ate a lot. I rested my head on his lap. Looking up, I could see his perfect jawline. This man may not be a good man, but his looks were certainly top-tier among men. Thinking this, I touched my flat belly. My baby would surely grow up to be beautiful too. Alexander said he came home right after work. Did that mean he didn’t eat cake with Chloe? Could it be that he still cared for me? Thinking this, I couldn’t help calling his name. He was engrossed in the movie and just let out an indulgent “Mm?” without looking down. “If I got pregnant, would you want the baby?” “Are you pregnant?” He finally looked down, his large hand covering my belly as he gazed at me intently. I felt my heart race at the heat of his palm on my stomach. “No… I’m just saying if.” Alexander thought for a few seconds. “I don’t want children, and I don’t like them. But if there was one…” I listened intently, waiting for the rest of his sentence. But we were interrupted by a familiar ringtone. Alexander’s phone rang. He hesitated for a moment before answering. I faintly heard Chloe’s voice on the other end. My heart sank. Alexander’s tone remained very calm. He only spoke a few sentences before hanging up. I wondered if the two of them had a fight. Is that why Alexander came to me? Sure enough, after hanging up, Alexander said, “Sage, I need to go back to the family home for a bit. Don’t wait up for me tonight. Get some sleep.” I softly replied “Oh” and stared blankly at the door as it closed behind him. He was probably going to be with Chloe now.
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