ACCIDENTAL SURROGATE FOR THE BILLIONAIRES

MAY

Life was great.

At least, it was going great.

My life wasn't perfect but it wasn't bad either.

I was beautiful, rich, relatively comfortable and soon to be engaged to a man I've loved for a long time now.

That was until it was thoroughly shattered by that night. The night supposed to be my second happiest night turned into my greatest nightmare.

Looking back, I thought about my life.

How on earth did it go so wrong?

As the daughter of the most successful medical practitioner in the whole country, there was nothing more I could have asked for.

As May Greenfield, life looked like a bed of roses. Maybe it was, I'm not sure.

I've never known my mother as she died while giving birth to me, but I was at least blessed with a doting father.

Marcus Greenfield, my father was an icon in the country, known not only for him incredible medical expertise but also for his philanthropic deeds. He was a role model like no other and the best dad anyone could ask for.

After my mother's death, dad cared for me on his own, doing his best to manage his busy schedule and taking care of a baby as a single father. Even though I had a nanny, he would spend time with me just so that I had a parental presence in my life.

I loved him for that.

Unfortunately, by the time I was ten, I saw it quite clearly that he couldn't go on like this. His job and all of his social activities as a doctor, businessman and philanthropist were taking a huge toll on him. Including me was only making his life harder and draining him faster.

I could tell, and if I could tell at ten, I can only imagine what the people around him thought.

Eventually, he succumbed to the pressure and reluctantly informed me that he was going to marry again.

I had no objections to that.

The sweet innocence of childhood had me craving for a family like everyone else. I wanted a mother who I could be a girl with in ways I couldn't with my father.

When he told me he was getting married to my nanny since she was the most familiar with me, I was even more overjoyed.

I loved my nanny.

It as a dream come true.

Her daughter was my closest friend at the time so the thought of us becoming sisters made me giddy with joy.

Just how wrong I was.

Once, Emma and her mother, Sherlyn became family, I realised quite quickly that we weren't a family. It was just me and my dad still.

My step mother and sister made my life as hellish as they could. It wasn't much considering the fact that they knew that my dad would throw them out the second he finds out, but they did enough to make a ten year old girl cry herself to sleep every night for the next five years.

But, that was all it took.

All it took was five years and I was done allowing myself to get affected by them and I began living my life for myself.

It worked like magic.

I couldn't care less what they did and even though they were awful towards me, they could never really abuse me physically as my father's presence wouldn't let them.

At seventeen, I met Conan Grey who was twenty at the time, at one of my father's charity balls. He was there to represent his father and he was quite smitten with me as I was with him.

At twenty, Conan Grey was already a household name in the tech and business industry, making a name for himself as the youngest CEO of a tech company, Grey Tech.

At the time, it was still growing so the ball was an opportunity for him to meet investors as well as represent his dad.

In his words, he forgot all of that once he saw me. He spent the whole night with me instead and left without even meeting my father. It was the most memorable thing that had happened to me since my father's marriage.

Our relationship soon got public. Conan was a great boyfriend and life was perfect.

Until it wasn't.

My father fell terribly ill.

All of the stress must have caught up to him because he ended up bedridden by the time I was nineteen.

It was the worst year of my life.

Dealing with my father's illness along with my step mother and Emma's antics was draining and tiring.

All I had to keep me going was Conan.

He cared for me and supported me.

He made life a little better for me.

Things were even better when it seemed like my dad had made sure to secure my future.

I was named the heir to my father's empire in his will, but my step mother was named regent until I got married to Conan, after which I would rightfully own all of it.

The urgency to marry Conan became even more prevalent when a few months under my stepmother's control had almost ruined my father's hospital. Government policies were threatening to force the hospital into foreclosure and I couldn't have that.

The hospital was my father's life's work. I would rather die than let it go into foreclosure.

Conan seemed to agree with me as he immediately proposed to me once I turned twenty.

The engagement party was fixed and all was in order for what would have been my second happiest day ever.

Everything was in order.

The party was set and Conan hired the best makeup artists in the country to make sure I looked heavenly.

In his words;

"You're already an angel. Let's make even heaven aware of that."

I was the happiest person and even Emma's obvious jealousy did nothing to dent my joy.

Until Conan stormed into the party with seething anger aimed at me.

"Conan?" I called, confused. "What happened?"

"You bitch!" He hissed. "You fucking cheated on me!"

Life sucks.