Ethan’s POVAs I sat in my study, the golden light of dusk streaming through the window, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The whiskey in my hand had long since turned warm and bitter, but I continued to hold onto it, swirling the liquid absentmindedly as I replayed the events of the past few weeks in my head.I had thought the surrogacy arrangement with Sophia Parker, a woman I had barely known, would be a simple transaction. She needed money, and I needed an heir. It seemed like a perfect solution. My father's demand had been ringing in my ears —produce an heir or lose everything. And so, I had turned to surrogacy, believing it to be a straightforward and logical decision."This was supposed to be simple," I sighed, setting the glass down with a soft clink.Yet, each day, I found myself drawn to Sophia more than I had anticipated. Her resilience and fiery spirit clashed with my cold, calculated demeanor, creating a tension that was both unsettling and intriguingI leaned
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