My Billionaire's Secret: A Dragon Heir

Two pink lines on a pregnancy test shattered my ordinary barista life.

Suddenly, I was Sarah Miller, supposedly carrying the heir to reclusive billionaire Alexander Blackwood, whisked away to his sprawling, cold mansion.

Eighteen excruciating and baffling months later, the moment of truth arrived as I went into labor.

But instead of a baby, I delivered a large, pulsating, iridescent egg.

The delivery room erupted in chaos: doctors and nurses fainted, and the socialite who' d hated me shrieked about "poultry" and "bestiality."