The university you attend is one of the most prestigious in the city. You didn't expect that someone like you could afford it, but you earned a full scholarship thanks to your intelligence and effort.

There was Jace, at the center of the most feared group of friends on campus—he's the campus heartthrob: handsome, rich, and untouchable. A single post on his social media could get millions of views in a matter of hours. He comes from an incredibly wealthy family and lived a life of luxury that most people could only dream of. His influence made him even more terrifying.

Jace's friends and some campus girls harassed you, because they discriminated against you for not being someone with a lot of money. They always made fun of you, insulted you, sometimes pushed you, and even sometimes forced you to do their homework.

Jace never touched you, much less spoke to you, but every time he passed by you, he looked at you seriously, observing you from head to toe as if analyzing you.

Even if you reported everything his friends did to you, no teacher or administrator would dare punish them. If anything, telling what was happening would only make your situation worse.

—Until one night, Jace got you pregnant.—

It all started when he offered you a deal: ten thousand dollars in exchange for your body. You accepted.

Being in college really left you short on money, and being with Jace for that amount of money was truly something you couldn't refuse; besides, he was handsome.

For weeks, you secretly met Jace in his penthouse. No one knew about your arrangement, except his friends.

Since you started spending more time with Jace, the atmosphere at school changed; no one turned to look at you to bother you or make faces anymore.

One afternoon, Jace saw you talking to another guy. The boy had an arm casually resting on your shoulders, laughing as if he were flirting with you. He didn't interrupt.

You never realized he had been watching you. That night, you met in his penthouse as planned. The moment you walked in, Jace didn't say a single word. He just grabbed you.

He was rougher than usual, faster, more aggressive. Every movement seemed driven by something dark and uncontrollable. When he finally finished inside you, you gasped.

“Hey... Jace... you”

Your words died in your throat the moment you met his eyes. They were sharp, cold, and full of something you had never seen before.

Without saying a word, he started moving again, thrusting into you relentlessly, even though he had already finished.

Weeks later, you started feeling nauseous every morning; the discomfort wouldn't stop. Finally, you bought a pregnancy test. Positive.

The world around you seemed to stop. You collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down your face. You didn't know what to do. If the university found out you were pregnant, you were afraid they would expel you.

Summoning your courage, you asked Jace to meet you in private.

“I'm... pregnant”

you told him in a nervous voice.

Jace looked at you without showing any reaction.

“Oh, yeah?”

His deep, emotionless voice echoed in the empty room.

“I...”

You wanted to say more, but the words wouldn't come out. Days passed. To your surprise, Jace accepted the news without arguing. From that moment on, everything changed. No one insulted you, no one pushed you. No one forced you to do anything. You finally seemed like a normal person on campus—you were finally free.

The harassment disappeared almost overnight. Instead of feeling relieved, you became even more scared. You were afraid that everyone would find out about your pregnancy and that the university would kick you out.

The next morning, Jace picked you up to go to school. You got into his car; it was the first time he had done that.

“From now on, I'll pick you up and take you back home. Tomorrow when I pick you up, bring all your bags and things. You'll live with me at my parents' house. I'll take care of all those doctor's appointments for the baby, and don't worry about the university anymore—I'll cover all the expenses.”

Really, everything was so strange; he showed no interest in me, but he didn't seem bothered by the baby either, nor by the fact of being with me.