Billionaire CEO’s Parents PRETEND To Be Poor Villagers To Find A Wife For Their Son

Tired of rich men being treated like gods.

Tired of women pretending that money was love.

She simply continued what she was doing.

until a shadow fell across the floor beside her.

Daisy looked up and her world shifted.

Ethan Admy stood there, tall, clean, controlled, expensive in a quiet way.

For one second, Daisy forgot how to breathe because she knew that face.

Not from magazines, not from gossip, from a night she had tried to bury so deep inside herself that even her own memory felt like a lie.

Their eyes held, not like strangers, like two people whose past had touched skin before words.

Ethan’s expression didn’t change much, but his eyes did.

They carried recognition and something else.

Something sharp under the calm.

Daisy’s stomach tightened.

She lowered her gaze quickly, forcing her voice to stay steady.

Good morning, sir.

Ethan didn’t answer immediately.

Behind them, the manager was almost tripping over himself.

Sir Ethan, welcome, sir.

We are honored.

Please, please let me assign our best.

Ethan cut him off calmly.

Daisy will assist me.

Silence.

Anita’s face twitched.

Mr. Benson froze for half a second, then recovered quickly, forcing a smile.

“Yes, sir.

Of course, Daisy.

Come.

” Daisy’s fingers curled slightly, but she kept her face calm.

“Yes, sir,” she said quietly.

Ethan walked toward the display area like a normal customer, as if he wasn’t the kind of man who could buy the whole store if he wanted.

Then he turned to Daisy and said in a low voice that only she could hear.

Treat me like a normal customer.

Daisy swallowed.

Yes, sir.

He picked up a jacket casually, then placed it back.

You work hard, he said.

How old are you? Daisy stiffened slightly.

That wasn’t a normal question.

25,” she answered.

“And your family?” Daisy’s throat tightened.

She didn’t like that question.

It always had teeth.

“My family is fine,” she said carefully.

Ethan’s lips curved slightly, but there was no humor in it.

“What’s your real name?” he asked.

Daisy’s eyes flickered.

“Daisy,” she said.

Ethan’s gaze held hers.

“Where are you from?” Daisy’s palms became damp.

It’s not important, sir.

Too ugly to say? Ethan asked, his tone almost teasing.

Daisy’s face went hot.

She hated herself for reacting.

She forced her voice to stay cold.

Sir, what would you like to buy? Ethan leaned slightly closer, just enough to make her uncomfortable.

You were quick, he said softly.

That night, Daisy’s heart slammed against her ribs.

Her eyes widened, then narrowed quickly, warning him without words.

Ethan didn’t raise his voice.

He didn’t make a scene.

He simply looked like a man enjoying the control of a secret.

Daisy’s voice came out low and tight.

“Sir, please.

” Ethan’s eyes dropped briefly, then lifted again.

“I want to try pants,” he said plainly.

“Bring me another pair to the fitting room.

” Daisy turned immediately, moving like she did hear the hidden meaning.

“Yes, sir.

” She brought the pants, handed them to him, and stood outside the fitting room door like her job demanded.

A few moments later, Ethan’s voice came from inside.

“Daisy?” “Yes, sir.

I’ll buy 100,000 worth of items from you,” he said, calm as ever.

“If you sleep with me again,” Daisy froze.

For one full second, she couldn’t believe the words.

Then, anger rose in her like fire.

She opened the fitting room door just enough to speak without making a scene.

her eyes burning.

“Sir,” she said sharply.

“Don’t insult me,” Ethan’s voice stayed smooth.

“It’s an offer.

” Daisy’s jaw clenched.

“I may need money,” she whispered, eyes hard.

“But I sell products, not myself.

There was a pause.

” Then Ethan opened the door slightly.

He was fully dressed, calm, almost unreadable.

“So, you’re saying no?” “Yes,” Daisy said firmly.

And if you don’t want to buy anything, that’s fine.

Ethan studied her face like he was weighing something deeper than pride.

Daisy turned away quickly before he could see what was shaking inside her.

As she walked toward the counter, she muttered under her breath, so low nobody else could hear, “Billionaire men are trash.

” Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the items on the counter.

She forced herself to breathe, forced herself to focus on work.

But when Ethan returned to the counter, his voice softened just a little.

“That night was an accident,” Daisy said quickly before he could speak again.

Her eyes didn’t meet his.

“Please keep it a secret for me.

” Ethan’s gaze didn’t move.

“Is it embarrassing?” he asked quietly.

“To have slept with me.

” Daisy’s chest tightened.

“It’s embarrassing to be reduced to it,” she said, voice low.

“That’s all.

” Ethan didn’t respond immediately.

Then he picked up a bag from the shelf.

“I’m here to buy something for my sister,” he announced loud enough for others to hear.

The staff practically melted with relief.

“Yes, sir.

Welcome, sir.

” They laughed too loudly, smiled too widely, treated him like the son had walked inside their shop.

And from that day, Ethan kept coming back, always with a new excuse.

My sister needs a bag.

My sister has an event.

My sister likes this brand.

Each time he requested Daisy.

Each time the staff gossiped, “That CEO is a playboy.

See the kind of women he brings.

He keeps changing girls.

” One day, Daisy finally got tired and said quietly, “Sir, you have so many sisters.

” Ethan’s mouth twitched, almost amused.

I have three,” he admitted under his breath.

“That’s why this excuse works.

” Daisy didn’t know whether to be angry or annoyed.

But she knew one thing.

People were watching, especially Anita.

Anita noticed the pattern too quickly.

She noticed how Ethan’s eyes followed Daisy even when he pretended not to.

She noticed how he always chose Daisy, even when Anita stood right in front of him with her best smile.

Anita’s jealousy grew teeth.

At first, she only whispered.

Then she began to plant words.

Daisy targets rich men.

She acts innocent, but she knows what she’s doing.

She sleeps around to sell.

She’s using the boss.

Slowly, like poison mixed into soup, the story began to spread.

And Daisy could feel it.

The looks, the whispers, the laughter that stopped when she turned around.

Still, she kept working because hunger doesn’t care about gossip.

Bills don’t pause for rumors.

But one morning, as Daisy was arranging clothes on a rack, a sudden wave of nausea hit her like a slap.

She froze.

Her face drained.

She gripped the rack tightly, trying to steady herself.

The nausea rose again, stronger.

Daisy covered her mouth and rushed toward the restroom.

She barely made it inside before she bent over the toilet and vomited.

Her body shook.

Her eyes watered.

When she finally lifted her head, she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Her lips were pale.

Her breathing was uneven.

And fear crawled into her chest, cold and heavy.

Because Daisy knew her body, she knew what this could mean.

Her hand trembled as it moved slowly to her belly.

Not touching, just hovering.

Like she was afraid to confirm what her mind was already screaming.

“No,” she whispered.

“Not like a prayer, like a warning.

” “No, please.

” She stared at her reflection like the mirror was about to answer her.

Her mouth tasted bitter.

Her throat burned.

Her hands were shaking so badly she had to grip the sink to keep herself steady.

She rinsed her mouth, forced herself to stand straight, and walked out of the restroom like nothing happened.

But inside her, everything was spinning.

She tried to work.

She tried to smile.

She tried to pretend.

Yet, the nausea came again, soft this time, like a warning, and fear finally pushed her into action.

That same day, after work, Daisy stopped at a pharmacy on her way home.

She kept her head down as she spoke, as if the walls could hear her shame.

Good evening.

Please, I need a test strip.

The pharmacist looked at her for only a second too long, like he already had assumptions, then handed it over.

Daisy paid quickly, and left.

At home, she didn’t even greet properly.

She went straight to the small shared bathroom, locked the door, and leaned against it as if her legs could no longer carry her.

Her fingers trembled as she opened the pack.

Please be negative, please.

She took the test.

Then she waited.

Those seconds stretched like punishment.

Her eyes didn’t blink.

Her breath came shallow.

Her heart pounded so loud she felt it in her ears.

And then two lines appeared, clear, unarguable.

Daisy’s knees gave way.

She slid down to the floor, pressing her palm over her mouth to stop a sound from escaping.

Tears filled her eyes.

Not gentle tears.

Hot tears that came from shock, regret, and helplessness.

“No,” she whispered again, but this time it sounded like mourning.

“No, no, no.

” Because she already knew what this meant.

She was pregnant and she was alone.

Six weeks earlier, before Apex Lux became a daily name on everybody’s lips inside that boutique, before Ethan Adam began showing up with sister excuses, before people started watching Daisy like she was a snake pretending to be a dove.

Daisy had been surviving the way many people survived, quietly, desperately, and without any help.

She had a part-time job at a luxury bar.

It wasn’t the kind of place she was proud of, but it paid.

and Daisy needed money.

That night, the bar was loud and polished, filled with perfume, laughter, and men who spoke like money was a language they owned.

Daisy wore a simple uniform, black skirt, white shirt, hair tied back.

She moved between tables with a tray in her hand, serving drinks and forcing polite smiles.

Then she saw him, a man sitting alone with a glass in his hand, his shoulders heavy, like he was carrying something inside his chest.

handsome.

Not flashy handsome.

The kind of handsome that doesn’t need to try.

His shirt sleeves were rolled up.

His tie was loose.

His eyes looked tired.

He looked like someone who had drunk too much, but was still holding himself together out of pure discipline.

Daisy only knew one thing about him that night.

He was a man she had never seen before.

A rich-l looking man, yes, but Daisy didn’t know he was Ethan Adai.

She didn’t know he was the CEO of Apex Lux.

She didn’t know he was a billionaire.

To her, he was simply a handsome, drunk man who looked lonely.

When she served him, their eyes met for a moment, and something passed between them.

Something dangerous and quiet.

Ethan’s voice came low.

“Do you ever get tired?” he asked.

Daisy hesitated.

Customers didn’t ask her that kind of question.

But something about his face made her answer honestly.

“Every day,” she said.

He gave a small laugh that didn’t carry joy.

They talked.

Not long talk, not deep talk, but enough.

Enough for Daisy to feel like she was seeing a man behind the money.

A man behind the power.

A man who looked like he didn’t trust the world anymore.

And Daisy, Daisy was young, lonely, and human.

She had been hungry for gentleness for too long.

So when he offered to take her away from the noise for just one night, Daisy made a decision she never thought she would make.

She gave him her first night.

Not for money, not for promotion, not for a connection, but because she was attracted to him and she was tired of being strong every day.

That night happened quietly.

No cameras, no witness, no promises, just two strangers whose loneliness found each other in a dangerous way.

And before Ethan even woke up the next morning, Daisy was already gone.

She left the room silently, her shoes in her hand, her heart pounding.

She didn’t take money.

She didn’t leave a note.

She only left with one thought.

This must never follow me.

The next day, Ethan woke up sober and angry at himself.

He remembered enough to know what could happen to her reputation if anyone ever found out, especially because she was small in society and he was powerful.

Men like him could recover from scandals.

Women like Daisy got destroyed by them.

When he found her later, when he made a quiet effort to speak to her again, Daisy’s face was tight with shame and fear.

“It was a mistake,” she told him immediately, her voice trembling but firm.

Ethan looked at her for a long moment.

I didn’t plan.

Please, Daisy cut in.

Don’t ever bring it up.

Ethan’s jaw tightened.

Daisy, don’t let anybody know, she said, almost pleading now.

Please.

Ethan saw it then.

Not pride.

Fear.

The kind that came from knowing how the world treated girls like her.

He nodded slowly.

All right, he said.

I won’t.

Daisy held his gaze as if she was sealing in a painful agreement.

And that day, she vowed to herself, no matter what happens, she would take care of herself.

And if the worst happened, she would take care of her baby alone because she knew how people already talked.

Luxury sales girls, luxury bar girls, they would say she slept for money.

They would reduce her entire life to one night.

She refused, even if her heart broke.

Back in the present, Daisy sat on her bed that night, staring at the test strip like it was evidence of a crime.

Her hands rested on her lap.

Her eyes were empty.

Her mind was loud.

I’m pregnant.

She looked around her small room, her portion of the crowded apartment she shared with her mother and sister.

The walls were thin, the air was heavy, and her problems were about to become everybody’s business, whether she wanted it or not.

Daisy pressed a hand to her belly, this time touching it.

A silent tear rolled down her cheek.

“What do I do now?” she whispered.

The next day at work, Ethan found her again.

He watched her from a distance first, like he was studying her mood.

Then he walked up calmly as if he was only a customer.

Are you free tonight?” Ethan asked.

Daisy’s heart skipped.

“Dinner with him?” Her mind went straight to the pregnancy.

She swallowed hard.

“Yes, I mean, I don’t know.

I’d like to take you out for dinner,” Ethan said.

“Just dinner.

” Daisy forced a small nod.

“Okay, sir.

” As Ethan walked away, Daisy stood there frozen.