Chapter 1 The Trip To Hawaii

I Wanted a Child-So I Chose Henry Clark

Three years ago, I made a bold, unapologetic decision: I wanted a child, and I chose Henry Clark.

It all began in Hawaii, during a seven-day whirlwind romance with him. Henry was magnetic-mysterious, impossibly handsome, with top-tier East Asian features and a quiet confidence that turned heads. He stayed in five-star hotels, handled business calls in multiple languages, and carried himself like a man used to being in control.

I wasn't just some starry-eyed tourist. I'd been watching, planning. For half a month, I engineered chance encounters-"accidentally" bumping into him at cafés, yoga spots, and beach resorts. Finally, I got what I wanted: I made it into his room. He was as skilled as he was stunning.

A little tipsy, my senses heightened. With my notoriously poor alcohol tolerance, I was extra vulnerable that night-but also sharply aware. When he reached for something on the nightstand, I gently stopped him.

"No need," I whispered. "I'm on the pill."

He paused-just for a second-then gripped my waist tighter, a smirk playing on his lips. "You little seductress."

At the end of the week, I left him. No tearful goodbyes, no phone numbers. Just a bank card on the nightstand. Then I flew home, satisfied.

Fast forward three years: I'd spent most of my life behind the scenes, but now I rebranded myself. Trendy. Hot mom. Influencer. And with my adorable daughter by my side, my following exploded. The day I hit ten million followers was the day everything changed.

A group of men in black surrounded my house.

Then he walked in.

Henry Clark. The man himself. The mysterious heir to the Clark family empire. He kicked open my door with the same intensity I remembered.

"Quite the trick," he sneered. "Leaving the father and keeping the child."

We stayed on the Hawaiian islands for seven unforgettable days. Most of the time, we didn't even leave the hotel. Every morning, I'd wake up in his arms, greeted by that god-crafted face. I would trace the contours of his features-the elegant arch of his high-bridged nose, those deep, expressive eyes, and the razor-sharp curve of his jaw. The more I looked, the more thrilled I became.

My mind couldn't help but wander. What would our child look like? Boy or girl, there was no doubt-they'd be stunning.

Maybe I stared too long, too obviously, because he smirked and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

I smiled, letting my fingers slowly trail down his chest. "I'm thinking how thrilling it is to have a face like yours fall for me."

In a flash, he rolled over, pinning me by the wrists with those long, beautifully defined fingers. One hand gripped the back of my head as he kissed me hard, his lips fierce and full of hunger.

When we weren't tangled in hotel sheets, we explored the island-though even then, desire followed us like a shadow. On the beach, my dress billowed in the breeze as he stepped up behind me, his bare chest pressing hot and firm against my back. God, his body was outrageously sexy.

And I wasn't the only one who noticed.

While he stepped away to take a call, a tall, blonde, blue-eyed bombshell strutted right up to him. He didn't hesitate-he waved her off and returned to me.

"You really are a magnet for flirtation," I teased.

He smirked. "If I weren't, how else would I have drawn you in?"

I noticed the blonde still eyeing him hungrily, and my competitive streak flared. I leaned in, pressing a bold red-lipped kiss to the center of his chest, then looked up at him with dewy eyes.

"You're mine," I whispered. "Mine alone."

His eyes darkened, breath growing heavier. That night, we didn't even make it back to the hotel.