"Mr. Lewis, I'm ready."

Olivia Carrington emerged wrapped in a towel, her smile was as cheap as a streetwalker's.

"I want five hundred thousand!"

Lewis barely glanced at her, his expression dripping with disgust as if he'd spotted maggots in a filthy restroom.

"Olivia Carrington, are you this shameless? Or do you think you're worth that much?"

She shrugged with feigned indifference, draping her arms around his neck.

"So, Mr. Lewis, are you buying tonight or not? If not, don't waste my time I've got other clients waiting."

She even dared to bat her eyelashes at him.

"After all, being the former heiress of the Carrington Group still holds some appeal!"

Lewis sneered. "Since you're throwing yourself at me, I'll oblige."

His eyes darkened as he yanked the towel away...

It was her first time, yet Lewis showed no mercy, tearing into her with brutal force...

...

Nearly two months had passed since that night.

Now, Olivia Carrington sat rigidly in the conference room of Brantley Group's executive office, clutching a pregnancy test in her trembling hands.

Two lines.

People came and went outside the door, casting furtive glances her way as if by accident.

She merely smirked in response.

The day she accepted Lewis’s check, she had been thrown out by the manager of the Golden Mirage Club.

They said she had offended someone powerful someone who had vowed to ruin her.

Olivia Carrington knew exactly who it was.

Lewis.

That man had always been ruthless in finishing what he started.

Just like how he had personally destroyed the Carrington family.

She hadn’t gone to him immediately. Instead, she had first rushed to the hospital to pay for her younger brother’s surgery, then waited nearly two months.

A pregnancy test.

Well, look at that. Fate had a way of catching up with everyone. One time was all it took.

She was carrying Lewis’s child.

And now, here she was.

*Lewis, you ruined my family, you cut off my livelihood don’t blame me for coming after you.*

The secretary walked in, looking down at her with thinly veiled disdain.

"Miss Olivia, the CEO will see you now."

Her tone was polite, but her eyes betrayed nothing but contempt.

Olivia Carrington strode into the CEO's office with her head held high, waving a pregnancy test stick in her hand.

Without hesitation, she marched straight to Lewis's desk, hopped onto its polished surface, and crossed one leg over the other in a defiant pose. She slapped the test stick down in front of him.

"Mr. Lewis," she announced, her voice dripping with mock sweetness, "I'm pregnant. It's yours. So, what now?"

The office wasn't empty others were present, but she couldn’t care less about their shocked stares. Three years in prison had hardened her to judgmental glares and sneers. This? This was nothing.

Her eyes locked onto Lewis, but he didn’t even glance up at her.

"Get rid of it."

She feigned a dramatic turn toward the door, already pulling out her phone.

"Then you're forcing me to go to the press. I’ll tell them all about how the illustrious Mr. Lewis can’t keep his private life in order knocking women up and then abandoning them. Oh, and maybe I’ll even remind them of that little scandal from years ago..."

"Come back."

His voice was ice.

Olivia Carrington spun around, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips.

"Oh? Changed your mind, Mr. Lewis?"

Lewis didn't answer immediately. His icy gaze swept across the office like a winter gale.

Under his piercing stare, the employees moved as if their lives depended on it, scrambling out and shutting the door behind them in record time.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the gold-plated pen aside and strode toward her, his voice dripping with frost.

"Olivia Carrington, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

She smiled, slipping her phone back into her pocket.

"I want to marry you. Give our child a proper family."

Lewis let out a derisive snort as if she'd just told the most absurd joke.

"You've got some nerve."

Unfazed, Olivia Carrington tossed the pregnancy test at his feet.

"Well, fortune favors the bold, doesn't it? You threw me in prison and ruined my life. I couldn't fight you, so I kept my head down, working at that hotel just to survive. But even that wasn't enough for you you had to cut off my last lifeline. So here I am, clinging to you like a leech."

Lewis didn’t bother picking up the test. She shrugged and casually tossed it into the trash.

"What can I say? I’ve always been shameless. Might as well aim for the top marry into money, and at least I won’t starve."

His lips curled into a sneer as he took a deliberate step back, raking her up and down with a look of pure disgust.

"You’re the kind of woman who spreads her legs for cash. Who knows how many men have had you? Now you’re knocked up and expect me to play daddy? You think I’m an idiot?"