1 Prologue

"I will support your child. Just pretend to be my wife!" Luke told Arabella, who looked absolutely stunned by his statement.

"No thanks!" she replied feeling insulted by his nonchalance.

"Oh c'mon! Stop playing hard to get, Arabella. Pride won't give your son a bright future, but my money can JUST. MARRY. ME!" he insisted. His voice was full of determination, stirring Arabella's patience and composure.

She took a deep breath to calm herself and closed her eyes, contemplating how she got into this situation.

About a week ago, she was rushed to the hospital to deliver her first child. It was a chilly 4 am so she immediately wrapped herself with a blanket when she stepped out of the taxi.

She was in extreme labor pain when she and her boyfriend went inside the hospital. They were welcomed and assisted by a nurse who looked sleepy as she rubbed her eyes after yawning.

All of her exhaustion and worries vanished after 6 long hours, she welcomed her healthy son who she named "Saraknib" which means valiant protector in her mother tongue.

Everything was fine until two days ago, when her boyfriend didn't come for a visit. Worry crept inside her making her uneasy, especially when he didn't return her call or answer her text messages.