Caspian

I stared at the email on my screen, my mind racing with the implications. My business, the enterprise I had built from scratch, was on the brink of collapse. The email outlined the severity of the situation, and I knew I had to act fast. I needed my father's help, but the old man was stubborn, refusing to budge unless I produced a pregnancy test from my "wife," Ava.

My gut twisted with frustration. Ava wasn't my real wife, just a contractual arrangement to appease my father's demands. The thought of bringing a child into this fake marriage was laughable. I had to find another way to save my...