Secret Marriage to a Billionaire

Z-Ford City

Lord Letters Bar

The noise in the bar was deafening, the air thick with the beat. Lights flashed in a dizzying rainbow as guys and girls packed the dance floor, moving and grinding, letting all their inhibitions go.

A figure weaved through the crowd, wearing a white T-shirt and light blue jeans, her hair tied in a simple ponytail. She looked like she was in her early twenties, more like a college student.

Her name was Renee Avery, and she was almost overwhelmed by the noise as soon as she walked in.

With an air of innocence still clinging to her, she was clearly, painfully out of place.

It was her first time in such a place, and it took her several minutes to get used to it.

Just yesterday at this time, she had used an ovulation test strip and found out she would be ovulating in the next 24-48 hours, which meant now!

Yes, she had come to this place today to have a baby.

She knew the "old man" at home certainly couldn't get her pregnant. Besides, he had left her for an entire year, so she had to find someone else to have a child.

While this pregnancy was a matter of necessity, not desire, no mother wants her child to be plain. And so, she had to look at the right target.

Renee bit her lower lip, her almond-shaped eyes scanning every man around her. Then, a man sitting at the bar caught her eye.

Because he was sitting sideways, Rene could only see his profile.

But just that profile was enough to make Rene's heart flutter!

He had a strikingly sculpted face, with a high-bridged nose and thin lips. His long eyelashes cast a faint shadow beneath his eyes, giving him an almost ethereal look. He looked like he might be of mixed heritage.

A sapphire blue earring in his left ear sparkled brilliantly under the light, captivating anyone who glanced at it.

Renee took a deep breath, feeling as if her heart might leap out of her chest. It was her first time doing something like this, and she couldn't help but feel nervous.

Mimicking the way upperclassmen at school would flirt with younger students, she lightly tapped the man's shoulder. "Hi!"

The man turned to face her. If his profile had been enough to stop her heart, seeing him head-on was simply lethal. He was handsome to an incurable degree.

And his eyes, a pair of pale blue were utterly mesmerising.

Renee was so absorbed in admiring his good looks that she momentarily froze. 

"Why are you late?!" The man sounded both anxious and annoyed. He stood up abruptly, grabbed Renee's wrist, and started walking out. Renee had no idea what was happening!

All she knew was that the man's grip was incredibly strong, almost breaking under the pressure.

The man led her directly to the neighbouring hotel, seemingly well-prepared. He headed straight to the presidential suite on the third