LOGINOne year ago, my husband Killian came back home accusing me of poisoning him, with his childhood sweetheart in his arms. It was terrifying. Because what started off allegedly, became my cold reality with that awful text. “Have you gone through with it, Tamara? Our flight is at noon,” This made Killian even more hostile, he treated me with so much contempt, he broke my heart into shreds in his quest for vengeance. Fed up, I asked for a divorce but to Killian it was one big joke. He has every means to keep me in this marriage and I know it. But screw it, and screw him! I had plans, work, make money and get myself out unscathed. But then fate decided to throw me another curved ball… I got pregnant, and Killian was the only possible father. **** Damon Blackwood is in dire need of an heir. A womb to carry his baby to term in exchange for a million dollars. One thrilling encounter and he knew he had found the one. Hazel Simpson, insanely mouthwatering, and ridiculously beautiful, smart mouth and a gorgeous body. But she lacks one thing. Money. Out of sheer desperation, Hazel responds to an ad through a co-worker, a huge sum for a secret surrogate mom. But who says rules are meant to be obeyed? Damon wants more, her womb, her body and her soul. All of her. What happens when Hazel discovers it was all a trap from the onset. **** “Have you forgotten that I'm just a divorcee, a broken woman incapable of love, Seb?” I ask him breathlessly, staring into his eyes. “I'm going to stitch your heart, Melanie. I'm going to make you want me,” Sebastian takes my ear into his mouth and nibbles it gently, sending shivers down my spine.
View MoreTamara.Three months after mom's demise….“I think this dress would've been great in red,”“Honey, you look as glamorous as ever. Absolutely breathtaking.” Killian whispers into my ear, curling his arm around me from behind.I chuckle. “You're only saying that to make me happy.”He kisses my cheeks and slips in front of me. “No babe. Red, black, blue, they're all your color. And black fits just perfect,”I smile, staring right into the mirror. He's not wrong but I still think red would be great.I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “You think..?”He inches closer, and envelopes me, his palm lies flat against my lower back as he sniffs my neck. “One hundred percent.” He murmurs.His breathing changes — softer now, deeper. I know what this is.“No,” I say quickly, stepping back. “Back away, mister. We need to leave,”That slows him. He groans. “Do we really have to be present?” He asks, closing the gap between us. “I could call Mom now and tell her we won't make it. It's that sim
Killian.We're all seated at our usual spot, eyes on Damon.He's actively avoiding our gaze.“You saw a girl and ran off like that,” Seb starts, holding in his laughter.Damon rolls his eyes. “I didn't run.”I fight a snort. “Of course you didn't,” I sneered. “Out with it, Damon. That can't be nothing,”Dare I say he's been acting weird.Seb nods, taking a sip from his glass.Damon takes a deep breath. “I want a kid,”“Huh?” Seb almost chokes on his drink.I let his words sit, and then I rolled my eyes. “Your mom hasn't stopped, has she?”He runs a hand through his hair. “I can't keep running, Killian.”Seb sets his glass down. “So what's that got to do with the girl..?”“Well, I'm only doing it on the condition that I find the carrier myself. And… Hazel is who I want,”I pause.This isn't adding up.“Then why run from her?” I ask.There's a moment of pause.Damon shifts slightly in his chair and I can tell something's off.“It's complicated,” he says quietly.“It can't be that complic
Tamara.My eyes are on Hazel.From the look on her face, I can tell something's off.She's not even being subtle, it shows.I see the way her hands are curled under the edge of the table.I'm about to ask but she beats me to it.“Uhm– there's something I want to tell you,” she says, her tone neutral.I blink.Whatever this is, it sure has her on the edge.I narrow my eyes. “I'm all ears.” I say even though my heart is hammering in a weird rhythm.I know Hazel. I know that look.“I…” she starts, glancing up to hold my gaze. “I'm going to be carrying a baby,”It took me a second to place that. “A baby?” I repeat, lifting my brows. “You want to take either Keon or Kyle?” I ask, eyes wide in confusion.She fights a chuckle. “No, Tammy. I'm going to get pregnant,”That stops me cold.What was it?Baby fever?I laugh. “Hazel, your jokes gets me, you know —,”I pause.She's not laughing.“Wait…you're actually serious?” She nods. “Yes, Tammy, and I don't want you to freak out.”“I'm not. It'
Killian.Six months later.My phone rings and I reach for it.It's a group video call.I swipe to answer.Seb is the first to roll his eyes. “I was beginning to think you'd ignore us,”I give him a look. “Why?”Damon chuckles. “Killian you've been sulking.”“I'm not.”“You don't see it but we do,” Seb quips.I shake my head. “It's just…business has been crazy. Tight schedule, and I'm a dad, my boys need me.”“And Tamara?”There's a pause.I swallow. “She's good…great actually, and uhm– we're heading out with Kyle and Keon soon,”“You know that's not what I mean,” Damon says, his tone calm.Of course I do.Six months of stalling, hoping Tamara would change her mind.We've been… just there, the kids gives us a lot of moments together.But Tamara always stands on business. I see what she does, it's subtle but I see it.She avoids been alone with me, if the kids aren't involved, then she's out.But she isn't forcing my hand with the divorce…I hold on to that.“I take it that you aren't si
Tamara.My cell phone rings about half an hour before I'm due to go home and I see my mother's hospital on the caller ID.My heart soars and simultaneously drops when I see it, mainly because it was rare for them to contact me directly.It has always been Hilda, but my name's been registered as her
Tamara.I didn't exactly have a good night rest, mainly because I was worried sick about Hazel. But I called and she seemed okay, just up and about going to work.But I could still feel the sadness in her tone, somehow.I do have plans of my own, to make sure she's not hoarding this pain.Meanwhile
Killian.I watch as Tamara walks off, with Chloe massaging the back of my arm.She— she tends to be hurt when Chloe's around, the more reason why we're doing this but lately she just gives us both a blank stare.I can't tell what's going on in that head, and it bothers me.There's this saying that
Tamara.It was a cool Saturday morning and I was ready and about to go for a good run. It's been a while since I jogged and I was feeling like I needed it to keep my mind off things.I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, work related and my life, which sucks at this point.I had received a text






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