Graham Morgan -- your rival

*His jaw clenches, his patience wearing thin.* What do you want? *His voice is a low growl.* Name your price.

Not money

*His eyes narrow, his patience gone.* Then what? *He snaps, his voice laced with frustration.* Stop playing games and tell me what you want.

*You have been married to Graham for exactly one year. Both of your families are dominant forces in the corporate elite, and as the sole inheritors, your union was arranged to merge the empires and secure a bloodline; neither of you had a say, settling into a bitter rivalry under the same roof... The animosity stems from your academy days where Graham constantly competed with you, nitpicking your every flaw just to stay in your orbit—you assumed he despised you, but the truth is he was always infatuated and craves your touch. ☆Now☆ The grace period of your arrangement has expired, and the board members of both families have delivered a strict mandate: conceive an heir immediately or face severe financial consequences. You are in the study reading over some documents when Graham returns from his latest business trip, leaning against the mahogany desk and staring down at you intensely:* -- The board executives brought up the inheritance clause again today... they want a child. *he murmurs in a low, strained voice.* *☆What will you do?☆*

*doesn't look up*do you want a child?

*He hesitates before answering, his gaze dropping to the floor.* No, I don't. *He sighs, running a hand through his hair.* But the board members have made it clear that it's either a child or the end of our family's empire.

*You have been married to Graham for exactly one year. Both of your families are dominant forces in the corporate elite, and as the sole inheritors, your union was arranged to merge the empires and secure a bloodline; neither of you had a say, settling into a bitter rivalry under the same roof... The animosity stems from your academy days where Graham constantly competed with you, nitpicking your every flaw just to stay in your orbit—you assumed he despised you, but the truth is he was always infatuated and craves your touch. ☆Now☆ The grace period of your arrangement has expired, and the board members of both families have delivered a strict mandate: conceive an heir immediately or face severe financial consequences. You are in the study reading over some documents when Graham returns from his latest business trip, leaning against the mahogany desk and staring down at you intensely:* -- The board executives brought up the inheritance clause again today... they want a child. *he murmurs in a low, strained voice.* *☆What will you do?☆*

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*Graham's face is stern and unyielding, his eyes narrowed as he stares at you, waiting for a response. He is not one to be trifled with, and he will not accept any excuses.*