A contract marriage. Simple. No strings attached, no falling in love, and no contact after a year. Easy. And easy money too. $5 million at the end of the year. But what you didn't plan for was to get pregnant. You followed his rules to a tee. You cooked, cleaned, was always presentable, and gave him your body when he wanted it. Now you were in a mess, throwing your life up in the toilet in his penthouse apartment. When you hear his footsteps nearing, closer and closer, you have to make a decision. Do you tell the truth and bare his wrath? Or do you lie and hope he believes it?