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CHAPTER 1

Isla’s POVAll I want is a baby.That single thought echoed in my mind like a mantra as I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, gripping the cold edge of the sink. I’ve just entered my thirties and time wasn’t exactly on my side. The divorce papers were not even finalized yet, but I’d been emotionally checked out long before that.I wanted more than anything to have a child of my own—something real, something mine. And I was done waiting for the "right time" or the "right person." That ship had sailed.Which was why I’d turned to Zoey for help. She knew I wasn't looking for another love story. I didn’t have the energy for that kind of heartbreak again. What I needed now was genetics—strong, healthy, no strings attached.It must be fate that I have a good friend who works at a fertility clinic, I thought ironically. Just perfect.I needed someone I could trust, someone who understood my desire for discretion and had the resources to help me navigate this delicate process.I

CHAPTER 2

My Donor, My Love, My CEO/Olivia GW

Isla’s POV“Why does it feel like I’m trying to cut off my own arm?”I leaned back in my chair, the plush leather creaking softly beneath me as I stared blankly at the wall. Just a few hours ago, I had finished a successful meeting with Mr. Scott, and I should have felt elated. Instead, my thoughts wandered back to the looming divorce. Thank God I have the ability to separate my personal matters from work. Or at least, I like to think so.With sudden determination, I grabbed my phone and dialed Logan’s number without giving it a second thought. The line rang only once before he picked up, his voice smooth but casual.“Isla. What’s going on? Miss me already?”I felt my jaw drop, but chose to ignore his remark and go straight to the point. “Hey, Logan. The divorce papers are almost ready. When can we meet to sign them with the lawyer?”There was a pause, a brief silence that told me everything I needed to know. I could almost hear the gears turning in his mind. Was he actually trying t

CHAPTER 3

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Logan’s POV“She’s serious this time, Logan,” my assistant Owen’s voice broke the silence in my office. I glanced up from the sleek marble desk in front of me. My office reflected the success I had built—a blend of modern luxury and understated power, just like the brands I controlled.“Isla always says things she doesn’t mean,” I replied, leaning back in my chair, my fingers tapping the armrest. Isla was emotional, driven by fleeting impulses. She'll come around. She always does. Owen didn’t look convinced. “She might not be bluffing this time, sir.”I let out a sigh, half-exasperated, half-amused. “Owen, relax. Isla’s just upset. She’s just getting better at putting up a front. She’ll eventually cool off.”“Perhaps,” my assistant said, but he didn’t look convinced. I leaned back on my chair thoughtfully, thinking about the past. “She always wanted a family—her grandfather drilled that into her head. Henry’s probably telling her right now how I’m the only one who can give her tha

CHAPTER 4

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Isla’s POVI kicked off my heels the moment I stepped inside, feeling the cool touch of the hardwood floor beneath my bare feet. The mansion—a gift from Grandpa Henry—was grand, every corner polished and perfect. Still, for all its beauty, the place felt empty. Lonely.But I brushed that thought away, determined not to dwell on it. This was my space now, and I was free. There was no one here but the house staff, who kept everything pristine but left me with the silence of the rooms echoing in the background. Silence was better than the chaos Logan had brought into my life. I still choose this. Oh, God. I need this. I padded to the bedroom, pulling my hair loose from its messy knot as I went. The cool air hit my neck, and I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror across the room. I paused, tilting my head slightly. I’d always been my worst critic, but tonight… tonight, I looked good. Even I couldn’t deny that.“Not bad, Isla,” I murmured to myself, running a hand through my

CHAPTER 5

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Isla’s POVMy heart pounded fast as the question hung in the air, more daring than anything I’d ever said to a stranger before.Ethan blinked, caught off guard. His eyes widened slightly, but after a beat, a slow smile spread across his face. He cleared his throat. “The old-fashioned way?”I held his gaze, unflinching. “Yes. The natural way, with no need for technology.”Surprise reflected on his face, but it didn’t take long for him to recover. His eyes seemed to drill a hole into mine as he stared at me with greater intensity. Then he answered, “If that’s what you want. I’d be honored.”I nodded, my decision solidifying in my mind. “I’ll have my assistant contact you with the details for later. Ethan’s eyes widened. “You mean we’re doing it tonight?”“Yes,” I answered quickly before I could change my mind. “I’ll see you, Ethan. I appreciate your cooperation.”With a curt nod, I turned on my heel and left the café. And in only a moment, doubt began to creep into my mind. What did I

CHAPTER 6

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Isla’s POVEthan's playful nibble on my ear sent a shiver down my spine, his breath warm against my skin. “After tonight,” he whispered, his voice laced with a teasing edge, “there's no turning back.”I gasped as I realized he was right. But before I could respond, he drew me into another kiss, deeper this time, as if he wanted to claim every part of me.I kissed him back with equal fervor, but as his lips moved against mine, my mind wandered—uninvited—to Logan. To the cold, empty nights that defined the end of our marriage. To the way he barely touched me, but would spend nights with other women. This moment with Ethan felt like the final severing of that lifeless bond, a bond that had never truly existed beyond a facade. Tonight would wipe it all away, erase any trace of Logan from my body and my heart.Ethan's hoarse voice pulled me back to the present. “You know you’re in my bed, right? What’s got you so lost in thought, beautiful?”His words were like a gentle pull, his deep, hu

CHAPTER 7

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Isla’s POVI woke up the next morning in my own bed, feeling unusually exhausted. My body ached in ways I hadn’t expected, a dull throb running through my muscles as I shifted under the covers. I stretched, grimacing at the soreness that clung to my limbs. Every move was a reminder of the night before—of Ethan.You seemed... inexperienced, I could hear his voice echoing in my head. How was it between you and your husband? I frowned, remembering how he’d suddenly brought up my sexual inexperience. It had made me feel small and self-conscious, like he’d really crossed a boundary there.Physically, there was no denying it: Ethan was everything a woman could ask for. He was attractive, his appearance almost too perfect. Courteous and tender, too, at least at the start. But the chemistry between us had been greatly intense. I glanced down at my skin, noticing the faint marks. Love bites dotted my collarbone, my hips—evidence of a man who had, quite frankly, become too much into it. I ra

CHAPTER 8

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Isla’s POVI walked toward Cherry, my heart thudding in my chest, though I kept my face calm. The sight of her sitting next to Logan at the VIP table, where I was supposed to be, was like a punch in the face. This was more than just a failed marriage—this was public humiliation. It was bad enough that I had to endure the affair, but to have her flaunt it so boldly, sitting in my seat as if she belonged there? I was beyond furious. I wanted to give them both a piece of my mind.I stopped right in front of her, my voice steady despite the fury simmering underneath. “You’re sitting in my seat, Cherry.”Cherry’s eyes widened, clearly caught off guard by my directness. She glanced nervously at Logan before stammering out a pitiful excuse. “I’m... I’m Logan’s companion for tonight.”A small smile tugged at her lips, as if that title was supposed to mean something to me. I scoffed in disbelief. The people at the table, and those nearby, were now watching. I could feel their eyes on us. And

CHAPTER 9

My Donor, My Love, My CEO/Olivia GW

Ethan’s POVI sat in my car, the engine idling softly beneath me. Unfinished work documents lay scattered across my lap, but I wasn’t focused on them. My gaze drifted out the window, where Isla stood by the side of the road, shivering in the cold as she waited for her driver. She looked so fragile, wrapped in that thin dress, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She was so vulnerable.“This is my chance,” I murmured. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. Isla had always been different. She put on a brave front, sure—but there was something underneath, something shy, uncertain, that had always intrigued me. I thought back to the one intimate moment we had shared. She’d acted confident and daring, as she moved her hands to undo my belt. But I saw it—the slight tremble in her fingers, the way she fumbled with the buckle. Her breath had quickened, and in that moment, her bold front cracked.Even during foreplay, I noticed her timidity—how she’d pause, unsure of what to do next, wai

CHAPTER 10

My Donor, My Love, My CEO/Olivia GW

Isla’s POV“It doesn’t bother me,” I said firmly, dropping the newspaper on the counter. The image of Logan and Cherry at yet another event flashed across the page, but I only spared it a quick glance before looking away. Some months ago, I might have found some excuse to keep the paper open, convincing myself I needed to be “informed.” But now? It barely registered.“Of course not,” Grace replied, her tone as neutral as ever. She knew me well enough to see through my act, but this time, I wasn’t pretending.I had enough on my plate to keep me occupied. The demands of my job, a few personal projects, and a newfound focus on moving forward had left me little time to obsess over Logan’s every move. For once, it felt like I was on solid ground—like I was finally stepping out of his shadow.Grace handed me my coffee, glancing at the paper on the counter. “You seem… different.”“Different?” I smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Is that your polite way of saying ‘more grounded’? Less of a mess?”

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