She had left before sunrise, determined not to attach herself to a powerful stranger.
Now he stood before her again.
And the past refused to stay buried.
Later, in a private fitting area, Nathan tested her.
“You know,” he said lightly, “I can make things easier for you.”
Her eyes hardened.
“I sell luxury goods,” she replied evenly. “Not myself.”
He studied her carefully.
She didn’t know she was being measured—not as a conquest, but as a partner.
—
Weeks later, Hannah’s world tilted.
Morning nausea. Dizziness.
By evening, two pink lines confirmed it.
Pregnant.
She sat on her small apartment bed staring at the test, whispering,
“This can’t be happening…”
Rumors spread at work. Fake messages. Whispers that she chased wealthy men.
One afternoon, her estranged mother stormed into the showroom demanding money.
Humiliation erupted in public.
In tears, Hannah finally spoke the truth.
“The baby is Nathan Sinclair’s.”
Laughter echoed—
Until Nathan himself walked in.
Security cleared the room.
He knelt beside her.
“Did anyone touch you?” he asked quietly.
She shook her head.
He stood, expression cold.
“No one under my company will be bullied.”
Security footage later revealed Vanessa and others had fabricated the rumors.