Chapter three: saving the orphanage(Charity)

Mia Liam is a very beautiful lady with brown eyes. She is 23 years old, 5'7" tall. She is a slim lady with an attractive shape, normal-sized breasts, and a slightly larger butt.

Mia entered the lavish building and looked at the interiors nervously. She had never been to such a high-maintenance place and had no idea why she had landed here, having merely received a message that the owner of this company could help save her orphanage. She had been desperate to save her home, her children's home, and if this was the last hope, then she was ready. She would do anything to save her orphanage.

Walking inside, she searched for the reception, and once she found it, she directly went up to the receptionist and asked for the boss's office.

"Do you have an appointment?" the receptionist asked arrogantly, her tone dripping with condescension. Mia fumbled for an answer.

She surely didn't have an appointment, and what would she say? She got a message saying that the owner of this company would help her get back her orphanage? Or that she had no idea who this company's owner was?

"I—" Before she could answer, George arrived and looked at the receptionist, who now plastered a sweet smile on her face.

"Mia, right?" George asked, ignoring the receptionist's flirty looks. Mia just nodded, being tongue-tied.

"That text was sent by me. Mr. Ian is waiting for you. I'll take you there," he said politely, and she gave him a grateful smile.

As they reached outside his cabin, he knocked, and a 'come in' was heard from the other side. George smiled and gestured for her to step inside. She smiled nervously at him, and after thanking him, she stepped inside.

She gasped when she saw his office because, honestly, it was too dreamy for her. But she shouldn't focus on all this now. Shaking her head, she looked at the man who was now observing her intently. It made her uncomfortable, but she could not do anything about it.

"You can sit," he said, his voice steady, and she obliged, looking anywhere but at him. She wasn't scared of him but intimidated, definitely. He had this aura around him that made it impossible for her to get comfortable.

"So, Ms. Mia, you know that you are here because you want to save your orphanage, and I'm ready to help you," he started in his business-like tone. She looked at him with a serious expression.

"Just make one call and your orphanage will be saved," he declared confidently, but she didn't jump in happiness like he had expected. Instead, she just stared at him.

"But why? Why are you helping me? What do you want in return?" she asked, her voice steady but laced with suspicion. He was certainly impressed because she looked all naive and innocent, but she was smart.

"I don't like beating around the bush, so I'll come straight to the point. I want a child from you without marriage," he announced, gauging her expressions which gave away nothing.

“So, you want to get me pregnant and then give away my child to you?” she asked after two minutes, her gaze not wavering a bit as he leaned forward.

"My child," he corrected before continuing. "I want an heir for my company, but I don't believe in marriage, so this arrangement," he explained while she calculated something in her mind.

"But what about me?" she finally asked the question that had been bugging her.

He raised one eyebrow, as if asking what about her.

"You get your child, and I leave, but then what about my reputation, my character which will be questioned once I leave your premises? Needless to say, it will be the end of me," she said calmly, but there was a fire in her eyes accusing him of such a vile thing.

"That can be a problem, but I assure you that if you agree to this, not even a word about you will be out in the open. That is my lookout, and I will handle any media that will meddle in my life," he responded, his words strong and stern like him. But she was still sceptical.

"You can take your time, but remember Mr. Manson will not wait to demolish your place," he reminded her, and her eyes snapped at him in helplessness.

For fifteen minutes, they sat there, him staring at her, trying to read her answer while she could feel her heart sinking with every passing second. It was such a big step, and she didn't even have time to think about it.

"I'm ready," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

With those words, she sold herself to the devil just for her kids.

Just as soon as she agreed, George was called in with the contract in his hand. He placed it on the desk and glanced at Mia.

Mia knew that this man wouldn't just take her words as a guarantee; he would need it in writing. She observed everything quietly as he picked up the contract and placed it in front of her.

"Read this and sign it," he ordered, and she felt like glaring at him but controlled her anger and picked up the papers.

While she thoroughly went through that document, Alex leaned back leisurely and it was now that he noticed her attire: a simple white dress with a flower design on it. She definitely had no makeup on because it was clearly visible to him. No jewellery, hair left open, and a pair of chappals. Most certainly, she was wife material, but too bad he wasn't interested.

"What is this clause, Mr. Ian?" The anger was clear in her voice, and as he looked in her eyes, he was right. The fire was definitely present.

"Why can't I meet my child whenever I want to? That's totally ridiculous," she fumed, and he remained calm.

"As I said, I don't want any marriage, and so you will, nowhere, be associated with me or my child after you hand him/her over to me. I know a child needs the mother the most, but that won't be a problem because I will be arranging a nanny for the same," he said nonchalantly, and she curled up her fists.

The nerve of this man. First, he denies her from meeting her own child, and now he's talking as if it's a thing they are trading.

"I do not agree unless this allows me to meet my child any time I want, without any restrictions. Only then will I sign this contract," she demanded, and he narrowed his eyes at her dangerously.

"You do not have the right to demand anything from me. These are my rules, and you have to abide by them, or you can kiss goodbye to your orphanage," he threatened, and she gritted her teeth.

Sure, she was desperate at the moment, but that didn't mean she was weak. He couldn't, and she would never allow him to walk all over her.

"Fine then! You can keep your contract and find some other woman to abide by your rules. I will handle my problem very well," she snapped, standing up with a jerk and turning around to leave.

He was taken aback by her audacity to refuse him even after his threat.

But he couldn't let her leave because he knew that he wouldn't find another woman like her who would agree to this. He hated to bend down in front of anyone, but this tiny woman forced him to, for the first time.

"Wait!" he said, and she stopped in her tracks but didn't turn around.

"I will remove that clause," he announced, and she turned around to look at him. Although he looked normal, she could see the dangerous glint in his eyes.

"But you won't be allowed to meet my child in the absence of my presence," he added, and she wished she could walk up to him and punch him straight in his jaw.

"What am I, a kidnapper who will abduct the child in your absence?" she gritted out, and he shrugged in response.

She sighed heavily and went back to the desk. Before picking up a pen, she eyed him suspiciously because there was still something being missed out.

"You will be staying with me until you deliver the baby," he voiced out the unspoken, and she closed her eyes tightly.

He was really testing her patience, but she knew he was right. How could she stay at 'Charity' when she was pregnant?

Without another word, she signed the document, and a satisfying smirk formed on his face. Finally, he would get what he really wanted.