One night with her CEO boss left her pregnant—she fled, but he caught her and kissed her weak.

“Fuck hospital, use this, waste money. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she’s completely yours.”

“Hey, stop! What are you doing?”

“Fuck off and mind your own business. She refused a good marriage, she’s carrying a bastard. Abortion is the only thing that’s going to fix her.”

“I am warning you. I am carrying the children of the richest man in this city. Can you touch me? He’ll bury you.”

“What rich man would want you? I’m your mother and I have to fix you, otherwise you’re going to end up tomorrow with some fucked-up creepy guy.”

“Miss Kingsley? Ethan, help me! Miss Kingsley? Ethan, help me!”

“Calling that bastard, huh? Claire, where are you? Claire, carl, try Claire’s location now.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Stop struggling, sis. There’s no one here to help you now. Claire, this is for your own good. Say you’ll marry Robert now.”

“No!”

“Bitch, if you don’t obey, I’m going to hit you until you do.”

“Stop, you’ll kill her! Are you insane? She’s your daughter.”

“She’s a whore, pregnant with some bastard kids. She deserves this. I’ll teach you a lesson, girly, you’ll never forget. Hit her in the belly. End it now.”

“No! One’s coming, not even Claire. This is for your own good. This is the end. I feel like—”

“Stop! My, not so complicated.”

“Hey, you’re the bastard who knocked her up. Who the hell do you think you are? You hit me!”

“I’m sorry I’m late. The babies… the babies are safe. Carl, make them pay a hundredfold. No, a thousand.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hey, you dare lay your hands on the lady?”

“The lady? That bitch? Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Shut your mouth! Do you have any idea whose children she is carrying?”

“Some bastard’s worthless kid, I guess.”

“Yeah, no. She is carrying Ethan Stark’s heirs. The wealthiest man in the city. The heir to the Stark family.”

“No, no, no, that’s impossible. Nobody would want that bitch.”

“She was your ticket to the top, now you’re finished.”

A Contract of Marriage and Safety

“They’re safe. Thank you for saving me.”

“It was my fault. I should have kept you safe. The babies aren’t—still keeping secrets from me? The DNA test confirmed it. The quintuplets are mine.”

“I honestly can’t have them.”

“Why?”

“Because my family’s a disaster. I can barely take care of myself and it wouldn’t be fair to try and raise them.”

“They’re my children too. I’ll take care of everything. And if you’re worried about your future, then just marry me.”

“Marry you?”

“My grandmother has been begging me to settle down, and since you’re carrying my children, I can be your husband if you’ll agree.”

“I’m sorry, sir, I can’t. I’m not your type. No, no, it’s not that. You’re Ethan Stark, the most eligible man in the city, and I’m just a hotel worker.”

“Look, my family is a nightmare. Trust me when I say you do not want this kind of trouble, and we don’t even love each other.”

“I don’t care about money or social status. If that’s your worry, then we can make it a contract marriage.”

“A contract marriage?”

“Yes. We’ll get a wedding certificate, I’ll cover the expenses, and after you give birth, you can decide whether you want to stay or walk away.”

“My family won’t let me have this happiness. You fought so hard to protect our babies, surely you couldn’t just leave them.”

“What if we get divorced?”

“Then they’ll be raised as Starks and you can see them anytime you want. Is there anything else you’re uncomfortable with?”

“No, that… that sounds fine.”

“Then we’ll get the certificate first.”

“Wait, there is one more thing. Can we keep this a secret?”

“If that’s what you want, then fine.”

“I’m actually married to Ethan Stark.”

“Mr. Stark, where are we going now?”

“We’re legally married now. Still call me Mr. Stark? What do I call him? Husband? Ethan?”

“This is my wife, Claire Kingsley. You can call her Madam from here on out.”

“Madam? No, no, no, just call me Claire.”

“You can take Madam to her bedroom.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Where’s the lovely bride? Don’t tell me you’ve left her behind. Praise the Lord, my boy finally has a wife. Remember, cherish her as the irreplaceable jewel she is.”

“I will, Grandma.”

“And now that she’s pregnant, why doesn’t she stay home? No need to work.”

“Well, that’s her decision, and besides, we work together.”

“Don’t you be a brat. You take care of her.”

“This is Master and Madam’s bedroom. Please ring if you need anything. Have a good rest.”

“December 26. Are we really going to sleep in the same room?”

“Claire, get back to the hotel. You’re in trouble.”

“Throw all the trash out!”

“Sarah, that’s enough!”

“Everything that belongs to her gets burned. Stop it, you can’t do this!”

“You don’t deserve to be here. This dorm is for single employees only, okay? Not a pregnant slut. We’ve waited months for this, now it’s our turn.”

“Oh wait, there’s one more piece of trash. Get out! We’re waiting.”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Mr. Stark? What are you doing here?”

“Is this not my hotel?”

“No, it… it is, sir. It’s just Claire. She’s… she’s pregnant, and so according to the rules, she can’t be here. We’re just… we’re helping her clear out her things.”

“Okay, so this is your hotel to enforce the rules?”

“No, I… I’m just… I’m just standing up for others.”

“I was going to clear out anyway, just needed a few days off.”

“Planning, or were you just stalling for time?”

“I was applying for leave because… because I was beaten by my family and ended up in the hospital. Nothing to be proud of.”

“Why’d you stop talking? Is it because you hooked up with some random guy?”

“Enough. The doctor said no for the first 3 months. Anything else left, I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Boss, investigate if they bullied others before. No exceptions.”

“Sis, there’s a slut named Claire Kingsley. She’s pregnant, and… and it’s probably Ethan’s child.”

“What? Bitch! How dare she steal my place?”

The Real Blackwood Daughter Revealed

“Oh, my dear Claire. How they have hurt you. But today, Grandma’s going to shower you with all the love you deserve.”

“Thank you, Grandma. Why are we here?”

“Well, it’s all about your wedding. You know, it’s not too early to start planning. It’s a good idea to secure the dress, you know, before the little ones grow.”

“Grandma, we’re not planning to have a wedding.”

“What?”

“We’re not planning on having a wedding outside. We’re planning on having it in a church.”

“Well, that’s wonderful! It’s far too cold for an outside ceremony anyway. A big church wedding suits my Claire much better. Marco, your latest collection, please. Jewels, dress, everything.”

“Yes, Madam, of course. Right away.”