BILLIONAIRE ALPHA'S ACCIDENTAL SURROGATE

that hard, really. A little money and a lot of persuasion can make anything h

felt like it was crumbling beneath me. My hand

again, my voice bar

Damien for myself," she said bluntly. "He deserves someone better than you. Someone

ain and again. She had stolen my life, my f

s from mine. "You'll thank me one day," she said, her voice

as a cruel, victorious sound that made my stomach churn. She turned and walked back toward

d life. My body trembled as the cold air bit into my skin, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging inside me.

shared memories and a home with, hate me enough to destroy me like this? Th

treaked face with trembling hands, forced myself to my feet, and took a shaky step forward. M

re to go, no one to turn to. The city lights blurred through my tears as I walke

r. I didn't pay attention to where I was going. My mind was too consumed

didn't look up. I didn't notice the faint roar of an approaching c

in horror as the lights rushed toward me. I froze, my legs refusing to move, my body

impact n

ine, the exhaustion, the heartbreak-it was too much. My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto th

white walls almost blinding against the sunlight streaming in through the large windows. I blinked a few times,

isp sheets beneath me smelled fresh, and the faint scent of disinfectant lingered in

ghts and the screeching tires. My heart raced as the me

He was a kind-looking man with graying hair and

his voice calm and soothi

ed, though my voice

ed the monitors beside my bed. "You've been through

out of the fog and slammed me back into reality

ant?" I whispered

gently, as if sensing

adn't been noticeable before. I wasn't just carrying a life; I was responsible for it. A

o the father was, but I did know one thing. No matter wha

ughts. I looked up, expecting to see the doctor aga

eyes scanned the room, landing on me briefly before turning to the doctor. His face

" he asked, his voice

His baby? What was he talking about

tful. "The baby is perfectly fine, Mr

king about my baby. I stared at him, unable to form words. He

ooth, as though it was the most natural thing in th

his sharp jawline that looked as though it had been carved from stone. There was an effortless perfection to his features, an otherworldly kind of beauty that made it impossible to look away. He was, w

y voice hoarse and weak f

ngue with a confidence that suggested it held great w