The Billionaire’s Paid Girlfriend | Contract Romance Novel

Every month, my boyfriend dropped thirty thousand dollars into my account.

I lived by the golden rule of the smart sugar baby: never touch his phone, and never ask about his schedule.

On the rare occasion I accidentally spotted him strolling down the street with another girl, I got more nervous than he did. I’d duck my head and sprint in the opposite direction, terrified of ruining my benefactor’s good time.

Six months passed in absolute bliss. Then came the day we were watching a movie together on his phone, and the screen lit up.

A text notification popped up, right in full view:

[I’m pregnant.]

The room turned to ice. For a second, we just stared at each other in agonizing silence.

I swallowed hard, weighed my options, and finally offered a timid suggestion:

“So… do you want me to help take care of her during her post-partum rest?”