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"Five hundred million for surrogacy. After you give birth, you will leave the child and never show your face again." Anya was faced with a difficult decision in her life. That was to accept these absurd terms or just let her husband's company fall into bankruptcy. In the end, she chose to toughen her heart just to save her husband. She took up this job that goes against her morals, the life she nurtured and cared inside her body, she gave it away. However, after everything she had done, her husband turned his back on her and chose to hurt her in every way imagined. When her world felt like crumbling to pieces, she would be unexpectedly saved and loved by a man she had least expected. She was Anya Laurier, and she's a billionaire's surrogate.
Anya stared at the check. Her hands were trembling as she pondered if what she was doing was right. All this would go against her morals as a woman. Giving birth to a child while being paid and later giving it away, if she were not the one doing this deed and other people, she would scoff and despise them for this ridiculous task.
"Five hundred million for surrogacy. After you give birth, you will leave the child and never show your face again," The man said as he dropped a check on the table. He introduced himself as the secretary of her
benefactor.
But as the woman sitting and facing this deed and being offered such a sum that will save her husband's company, she feels she doesn't have a choice but to accept.
"We have looked deeply for the most suitable DNA and bloodline, and yours fits the requirements quite well hence, the hefty sum that will be paid. Also, we heard you're in a crisis, this amount will surely help you a lot, so Mrs. Davis, I suggest you consider this offer carefully."
What the man said was true. Facing the key to her husband's chance of redemption, she would probably hate herself more if she just watched her husband's demise, although there was something she could've done. So, she shut her eyes as she placed her hand on top of the check, like finally taking a step forward on the edge of the cliff.
"I agree,"
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Within the white walls of the four-cornered room, the smell of disinfectant filtered the air as Anya lay in the hospital bed, gripping the white sheets until her knuckles turned white. She bit her lips as she endured the searing pain from the foreign object that was penetrating her lower body.
The test tube was fully inserted into her womanhood, and the nurse finally announced that the sperm had been successfully injected in. Anya exhaled the long sigh she hadn't known she had been holding for the most painful ten minutes of her life. Aside from physical pain, her mental and emotional state was in turmoil. She knew that this event would change her life completely. She had shouted so loudly inside her head and heart, but all that came out of her mouth was a silent cry.
She went home that day, finding their house as cold and desolate as a barren land. Her husband has been away from work for a week now because of a major problem with the company. The business was facing bankruptcy, and her husband had already given her a heads-up that it would take months to come up with a solution. Even with little knowledge, Anya knew that the company was in a dire state. It was impossible to revive it without a major backup fund. Looking at her husband's depressed and solemn face, she couldn't stand just sitting and doing nothing. Therefore, on that faithful day.
Anya sat in the living room, lost in her thoughts. The television was on, but the woman was in a daze, with her hand atop her still flat stomach. When suddenly, she heard her husband's name coming from the news report. The news was broadcasting about the business tycoon, the Davis, who was on the brink of bankruptcy. With a screen separating them, Anya watched her husband's face, stoic and a little haggard but still standing tall and fighting for his business's future. Slowly, a tear trickled down her face as she whispered,
"Husband, don't worry, I will help you."
Anya woke up from the sudden rise of pressure from the bottom of her stomach. She felt the hot liquid coming up her throat. She dashed to the bathroom as she heaved heavily, throwing up all she had yesterday.
Tears and sweat trickled down her face as she threw up, feeling like her entire stomach would come out of her mouth. When the heaving finally stopped, she wiped her mouth and flushed the toilet as she slowly stood up.
She went to the sink and faced the mirror.
A complete mess.
She sighed at her pale and ghastly appearance as she tried to tidy herself as much as possible. When she was done with her morning routine, she took out the pregnancy test she had long bought since coming out of the hospital that day. It has been two weeks now. She had searched for symptoms, and when she woke up with morning sickness for three days straight till now, she finally decided it was time to take this test.
She followed the instruction shown in the box. After that, she painstakingly waited for the minutes indicated before the result would appear. When the time was up, she took the test in her hands and looked at the blinking words.
Positive.
She sighed. It's real. It's finally here. A little one was inside her belly. She covered her stomach with her two hands. It felt surreal.
When she finally awoke from her daze, she cleaned up and went to work on her breakfast. She needs to eat.
There were two people she was feeding now and a little one that needed nutrients at that.
She cooked as she checked her messages. She scrolled down and opened the message that only mattered. From her husband.
We would take months on our business trip. Take care of yourself. I would be back.
That was what his short message said. Well, he was really busy, so it can't be helped. She smiled sadly as she typed in her reply. She put it down and focused on eating.
Let's just eat.
Time passed by quickly. She had cared for herself and the little bun meticulously. She would read and sing for the baby. She also chose her food carefully. She took her vitamins religiously, thinking everything was for the best for her baby. The benefactor was continuously sending and providing necessities for her and the baby.
They were also constantly checking up on her, assisting her in her every need.
In those times, the cold and silent house was not that lonely anymore. She felt she had someone with her, that she wasn't alone. Slowly, this crept in to her heart as she never expected she will be attached to the life inside of her.
Until she was back in the white walls of the four cornered room. Disinfectant still lingered in the air, and she was still gripping the sheets lightly as she screamed at the excruciating pain in her stomach. She gasped and exclaimed in every contraction of her womb.
There were voices that kept telling her to push, but her vision was getting blurry. Drops of sweat that mixed with tears flowed on her pale face. She gritted her teeth as she gave one last push, then she heard a crisp cry. She heard the loud exclamation of the doctor.
"It's a boy!"
She lay weakly at the bed her eyes trying to focus at the little body that was crying so loudly. She wants to comfort him, hold him in her arms, and lull him to stop crying. She weakly raised her hands to reach out for the baby when a man in suit walked in and took him away. She hadn't even glanced at her baby as she lost consciousness. Her hands dropping and hanging at her side.
Allen. My baby.
She cried out before her vision turned black.
The girl in the cage shivered, wearing a pure white scrumpy dress. It looked clean and mirrored innocence, a complete opposite of what's before her. "The price starts at one million!" "10 million!" "13 million!" "20 million!" "21 million!" Suddenly, a man raised his placard, and a cold voice sounded. "300 million." .......................................................... Lucas Eadwulf, a dominant Alpha, hated humans. They are weak, pathetic, and pitiful. Yet, he found himself couldn't resist the soft and beautiful Selene. He disdained himself for it. But no matter how much he wanted to control it, he couldn't. He wanted her. He craved for her. If he couldn't stop it, then just own her. Occupy her and if she breaks, then she will be crushed by his own hands.
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Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."