The Billionaire's Contract
Language: en
Three years into my relationship with the billionaire scion of the capital, everything between us was still clearly priced. Dinner, $20,000. A date, $100,000. Spending the night, $300,000. One day, I discovered I was pregnant. After a few seconds of mental processing, I looked at the aloof and dignified man across from me and asked bluntly: "Bro, do you have a hundred million?"