“I’ll pay you to carry my child. No names. No attachments.” Amara agrees to be a surrogate to save her brother’s life. She doesn’t expect the client to be Liam Blackwood—the cold billionaire who stole her heart in college and forgot her face. Now, she’s carrying his child while hiding a past he doesn’t remember. But secrets have a way of unraveling, and Liam’s getting closer to the truth… One contract. One baby. One chance to rewrite everything.
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Kakaibang kaba ang nararamdaman ni Desire sa tuwing nakikita niya ang lalaking ito na dumarating sa kanilang mansyon, kapag wala ang kanyang mga magulang. Her parents were out of town, and she was left with her elder sister, Abegail.Abegail or Abby is only eighteen while she is ten years old. She’s so innocent that she doesn’t understand why this long-haired guy keeps on coming when her parents are away. Pang-apat na beses na niya itong nakita, at unang beses ay natulala siya.Napakagwapo nito. Kamukha ito ng crush niyang football player sa telebisyon, na si Night.Kasalukuyan siyang nakatayo sa bintana ng kanyang kwarto, pinapanood ang binatang kabababa lang ng kotse at naglalakad papasok ng mansyon nila.Sinalubong kaagad iyon ng kanyang ate Abby, at daig pa niya ang binuhusan ng tubig na may yelo nang maghalikan ang dalawa. She was shocked. Napatago siya sa makapal na kurtina ng ceiling to floor window niya.Desire held her chest. It’s pounding, at the same time, she feels jealous. Why is she jealous? Nilakasan niya ang loob na sumilip ulit.Hila na ng ate niya ang lalaki at nakangisi ang dalawa. Mabilis din naman siyang naglakad papunta sa pintuan ng kwarto niya at lumabas. She wanted to see him again closely. She wanted to talk to him again. The first time she talked to Midnight, she couldn’t forget it. He was funny. He made her smile and made her laugh because she was crying. She had wound that time because she stumbled. Nagkaroon siya ng gasgas sa kanyang tuhod at umiyak siya dahil baka hindi na siya maging majorette sa pagtuntong niya ng high school.Narinig niya ang hagikhik ng ate niya sa may hagdan nang balakin niya iyong tunguhin. Daig pa niya ang daga na napatalon at mabilis na naghanap ng mapagtataguan. Iisa ang nakita niya, ang kwarto ng kanyang ate na nakabukas ang pintuan.She hurriedly ran inside and hid. Nakabukas din ang isa sa mga closet nun kaya agad siyang pumasok sa loob. Hindi niya maintindihan kung bakit kailangan niyang magtago. Natataranta siya sa nararamdaman niya para sa lalaking kasama ng ate niya. Hindi niya alam kung anong tawag sa dalawa pero naghahalikan ang mga iyon, malamang mag-asawa, pero hindi pa naman nagpapakasal ang mga iyon kaya imposible. And her sister told her never to tell their parents about Midnight. Hindi na raw siya iimikan ng ate niya kapag magsumbong siyang pumupunta iyon doon.She loves her sister more than her parents. Lagi namang wala ang mga magulang nila at ate niya ang parating nariyan para sa kanya, sa lahat ng okasyon at lahat ng pagkakataon. Sanggang dikit sila. Abby’s secret is safe with Desire.“Midnight,” parang nahihirapan na usal ni Abby sa pangalan ng lalaki.Nakangiti lang naman iyon at nakatitig sa mukha ng ate niya. Hinawakan ni Abby ang laylayan ng damit ng lalaki at isinandal iyon sa pintuan. Kusa iyong sumara at natawa lang ang lalaki.“Horny,” aniyon.Rinig na rinig niya ang namamaos na boses nun pero buong-buo, sobrang ganda.“I am,” anang ate niya, sabay hubad sa abuhing t'shirt na suot ni Midnight.Midnight grabbed her sister’s red tube top and pulled it down to her stomach. Nabandera na kaagad ang malalaking s**o nun at sa gulat niya ay wala iyong bra.Napasulyap siya sa sariling dibdib pero ibinalik din ang paningin sa dalawa. Siya nga magba-bra na kasi malaki na ang dede niya. Bakit ang ate niya, mas malaki pa sa kanya pero walang bra?Desire kept on blinking but couldn’t take her eyes away from her sister and Midnight. She’s watching them, swallowing at the same time.“Suck me then,” aniyon saka kinagat ang labi.Lalong namula ang mga labi nun at lalong pumogi sa paningin niya.“You watched porn, Abby? You studied so well?” tumikwas ang isang sulok ng labi ni Midnight, naging mas mapang-akit, habang hawak sa ulo ang ate niya at ibinababa iyon.Sumunod naman nang kusa si Abegail, hawak na ang sinturon ng lalaki.“I did. Papraktisin ko na ang napanood ko. You also have to do me a favor,” maharot na ngumisi si Abby.Kakaibang kapatid ang nakikita no Desire sa mga sandaling iyon. Parang hindi iyon ang ate Abbu niya. Malandi ang ate niya ngayon at parang sabik na sabik sa kaharap.“What?” Midnight asked, chuckling.“Fuck me from behind.”Fuck me from behind?Nangunot ang noo ni Desire. What was that? Patuloy siya sa panonood kahit na parang may mali. Ang dibdib niya at parang magigiba na sa kaba pero sige pa rin siya, hanggang sa hubarin ng kapatid niya ang pantalon ni Midnight, kasama pati na ang putting brief.Her small eyes widened, and her mouth hung agape when a long and big hard thing sprung out from the underwear he was wearing.Nasisiyahan ang ate niya na tumingin doon at kagat labing hinawakan iyon ng isang kamay.Umungol si Midnight at pumikit kasabay ang pagtingala. She was looking at his face, and he looked so angelic. Napakaganda nitong tingnan sa maamong mukha. Natural na brown ang mga kilay nito at malalim ang mga mata, na kulay brown din. His nose is perfectly pointed, and so is his thin pink lips. Ang mga dimples nito ay lumalabas kapag ngumingiti at yun ang parehas na mayroon silang dalawa, iyon lang sa kanya ay nasa ilalim ng sulok ng mga labi, maliliit na parang mga tuldok, habang ito ay nasa pisngi, malalalim malalaki.Agad na napalunok si Desire at napatakip sa nakangangang bibig nang dilaan ng ate niya ang dulo ng naninigas na pagkalalaki ni Midnight. Her sister moaned, and so was the guy.She felt pain when the two smiled at each other. There’s a glint of thought in her mind, wishing that the lady was her and not her sister.She kept her eyes open and witnessed how Abby swallowed almost half of Midnight’s manhood. Halos mabulunan pa ang kapatid niya pero paulit-ulit nun na inilabas pasok ang bagay na iyon sa sariling bibig, habang ang isang kamay ay humahagod din paurong sulong.Sabunot ng lalaki ang buhok ni Abby. Desired wanted to stop him. Baka nagkakasakitan na ang dalawa, kaya lang parang may nagsasabi sa sistema niya na huwag siyang makialam dahil hindi dapat.“Isagad mo, tang*na ka,” ani Midnight kaya halos mapigil ni Desire ang pagsinghap.Isn’t it bad to curse? He’s cursing her sister. Isumbong niya kaya iyon sa Daddy niya? Bakit pumapayag ang ate niya na murahin? Masama iyon sabi ng guro niya. Hindi ba iyon itinuro sa ate niya?Mas nagulat siya dahil sa halip na magalit si Abby ay tumawa iyon at sumunod sa gusto ni Midnight. A bit later, his hips are rocking forth and back. Nagkakandaubo na ang kapatid niua pero ayaw naman alisin sa bibig ang pagkalalaki ng kaharap.“Agh fuck, I’m coming,” ani Midnight saka hinawakan pa ng isang kamay ang ulo ng ate niya.Tumingala ito at paulit-ulit ang pag-urong sulong ng balakang. Maya-maya pa ay nakita niyang sumuka ang pagkalalaki nito, at ang puting likido ay inilabas sa dibdib ng ate niya.Eeewks! That was gross!The rain came without warning.Not a drizzle, not a storm—just relentless, silver sheets pounding the terrace like a heartbeat in crisis. Amara watched from the upstairs window, fingers tracing the fog gathering on the glass. Her body felt heavier these days—not just from the baby, who had started responding to music and light—but from the weight of everything pressing in.Online support was growing, yes, but so was the opposition.Every major media outlet now had a version of her face on their front page. Some hailed her bravery. Others dissected her past like vultures over a body. And though she never said it aloud, she could feel the tightening around her life. Like a belt slowly drawn inward.Downstairs, Liam was on the phone, pacing.“No, I don’t want a publicist. I want a goddamn forensic team on that contract.” A pause. “No, before Monday. Make it happen.”He hadn’t slept much. Neither had she.The world may have applauded her livestream, but the enemy had only recoiled like a
Amara hadn’t seen the sunrise in days. At least not like this—wrapped in one of Liam’s flannel shirts, warm tea in hand, hair undone and unbothered. The glass wall of the coastal house framed the sky in pink and gold. Waves whispered below the cliffs like a lullaby just for her.She rested both hands on her belly. The baby kicked softly in response.“Good morning to you too,” she murmured.Behind her, Liam stirred, his bare feet padding across the wood floor.“Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked, voice groggy but tender.“I slept. Just woke up with her doing somersaults.”He grinned. “Maybe she’s protesting your breakfast choices.”“I’d protest too if someone ate spicy mango slices and string cheese at 3 AM.”She leaned into him as he wrapped his arms around her, forehead pressed gently to her temple.It felt like the version of forever they’d been building in secret—one quiet moment at a time.But the past never really knocked. It slipped in through cracks you didn’t know existed.---H
The morning was deceptively peaceful. Amara sat in the sunroom, wrapped in one of Liam’s oversized sweaters, sipping lukewarm tea while watching the wind tease the edges of the lavender in the garden. The baby had been moving more lately—kicks stronger, stretches more assertive. But today, something felt…off.Not wrong. Just quiet.Too quiet.She rubbed her belly gently, waiting for the familiar flutter. Nothing.“Okay,” she whispered, shifting in her seat. “You’re probably just sleeping.”She tried the cold juice trick—cranberry, from the fridge. Nothing. Then chocolate. Then lying on her left side. Still nothing.The silence in her womb became a scream in her head.By the time Liam walked in with his phone pressed to his ear, she was already on her feet.“Something’s wrong,” she said.He paused mid-sentence. “What?”“The baby hasn’t moved. At all. It’s been hours.”Liam immediately ended the call. “Let’s go.”---The hospital was a blur of beeping monitors and too-white lights. They
Amara stood in front of the nursery’s window, the late afternoon light brushing gold onto her cheeks. Her hand moved instinctively to her belly—steady, protective, reverent. She hadn’t said it out loud yet, but she felt it: the baby had begun responding to her thoughts. Not just movements, but rhythms—like they were already communicating in a language older than speech.She hadn't told Liam about the dreams. The ones where the baby’s heartbeat echoed like a warning through a glass house, shattering everything soft around it. But each time she woke, her belly would flutter, reminding her that this child was no dream—and that the danger wasn’t abstract.Across the room, Liam was on a call, his voice low but taut. “I need a confirmation. Not an update. I want to know if Julian is in the city or not. If he is, he’s breaking the perimeter.”He ended the call with a clipped goodbye, then turned to her. “They tracked the encrypted number. Last ping was in Harlem. Not far.”Amara nodded slowl
The next morning, they changed hotels.Then again at noon.Then again before sunset.Liam hated the pattern—running, reacting. He hadn’t lived this way since his father vanished and the Blackwood empire crumbled. But he remembered how it felt. Always a suitcase packed. Always the next move ready before the last one landed.But now it wasn’t just him.Now it was Amara. And Nolani. And a future that deserved more than flight.Amara sat by the window in their latest hideout, a boutique inn disguised as a wine lodge in the countryside. Her feet rested on a cushioned stool, swollen ankles peeking beneath a gray knit dress. Her fingers idly traced the arch of her belly.“How long do we stay here?” she asked without looking up.“Two nights,” Liam replied, tightening the last buckle on the duffel bag. “Then we meet Elliot at the lake house.”“You think they won’t find us there?”“I think they’ll try.” He walked over and crouched in front of her. “But I also think I’m done letting them win.”A
The house didn’t feel like a sanctuary anymore. Every shadow had weight, every silence, an echo of danger. Yet, in the middle of all that fear, Amara felt something she hadn’t in weeks.Resolve.She stood in front of the nursery mirror in a robe, one hand bracing her lower back, the other smoothing down the swelling curve of her belly. Her daughter had shifted again. It wasn’t just flutters now—it was full-bodied movement. Life stretching into space.Behind her, Tessa stood in the doorway, arms folded, face unreadable.“You look… grounded,” Tessa said after a long pause.Amara turned slightly. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”“It’s not. It’s just… this house feels like it’s waiting for a war, and you’re in here glowing.”Amara gave a small laugh. “Maybe the trick is that I already fought mine. I’m just choosing not to let it own me anymore.”Tessa walked in, gaze sweeping over the soft pastel walls and shelves half-filled with books and blankets. “Do you think any of this will ma
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