Surrogate for my Ex-Fiancé’s Brother

Teresa POV "Thirty minutes!" I mumbled.He was still not back and the test was taking longer than I had expected; and as the minutes passed by, I could not but be worried. Why was he taking so long?You see, I was two months pregnant. Not in the typical husband-and-wife way but as a surrogate mother. Yes, I had agreed to be a surrogate mother just so I could afford the one million dollar heart surgery of my mother. The previous test had shown the twins to be fine, and in good shape. However, the Doctor had noticed an anomaly with the shape of my protruded stomach—higher than expected —and had suggested some quick tests. Still in his office, you could guess how worried I was because a danger to the babies was a danger to me, and the rest of my payment.Shortly, The door swung open and doctor Green walked in. His grim face forced me to my feet. "Something wrong?" I asked.He pushed down some transparent glasses. "We have a problem!"A heart made a subtle thud. All I had hoped for w

Teresa’s POV Two nights had passed since Suzanne caught me with those documents, and the incomplete name burned in my mind like a brand I couldn't shake off. "Tim—" Just three letters. Three damn letters that haunted every waking moment. I lay in the oversized bed, staring at the ceiling with my hands on my swollen belly. I was already eight months pregnant. The babies inside me were restless, as if they could feel my anxiety. I had tried everything to fall asleep. Warm milk. Deep breathing. Counting backwards from a hundred. But nothing worked. Because somewhere in this villa was the truth. And I needed to know it. The clock on the nightstand read 2:47 PM. Suzanne would be taking her afternoon nap right about now. She was religious about it, claiming it helped her stay alert for the rest of the day. So I had maybe an hour, maybe less. My heart hammered against my chest as I sat up in bed, the silence of the villa making every sound seem louder. The floor creaked under my weig

Teresa's POV How was I supposed to choose?But even as the question crossed my mind, I already knew the answer.I couldn't keep them all. Timothy Chase's lawyers would come tomorrow morning with court orders and legal documents and armed security if necessary. They would take what was legally his.Two babies. A boy and a girl.That was what the contract said and that was what the hospital records showed.But Kai… he didn't exist on paper, and he was dying.Rich men don’t keep broken things. I knew that much. Thomas had taught me that lesson well enough. When something stopped being useful, when it became a burden or an embarrassment, it got discarded.What would Timothy Chase do with a son who had a defective heart? A son who would need constant medical care, multiple surgeries, a lifetime of monitoring?What if Timothy Chase wasn't just rich? What if he was something darker? What if he wanted the babies for something other than fatherhood?I had signed a contract without knowing who

Timothy's POV Three weeks.Twenty-one days of endless screaming.I had expected challenges. Sleepless nights, maybe. The occasional crying fit. All the normal things that came with newborns.But this wasn't normal.Kasey and Kylie cried constantly. Not the usual baby fussing I had read about in the parenting books Tobias had bought. This was some soul-deep wailing that nothing could soothe.I had tried everything.Different formulas. Warmer milk. Cooler milk. Diaper changes every hour. Rocking them gently. Rocking them vigorously. Playing soft music. Keeping the room in complete silence. Adjusting the temperature warmer, then cooler. Moving them to different rooms. Swaddling them. Leaving them unswaddled.Yet nothing worked.The crying never stopped for long.I had fired six nannies in just three weeks and each one barely lasted a few days before giving up. The seventh, a stern-faced woman with thirty years of experience and excellent references, quit at midnight last night.I had be

Timothy's POV The ballroom of my penthouse was transformed into something out of a child's fantasy.Custom cakes shaped like castles towered on tables draped in silk. Professional entertainers moved through the crowd, their faces painted bright and cheerful. A magician pulled rabbits from hats while children squealed. Gifts wrapped in expensive paper were stacked so high they reached my waist, each one costing more than most people made in a month.I had spared no expense because Kasey and Kylie were turning three.Standing at the edge of the room, I watched the parents of the other children mingling with champagne glasses in hand, making polite conversation about business and investments. Their children played together, running and laughing in that carefree way that seemed so natural. But my children stood apart.Kasey sat at a table meant for much older kids, working through a puzzle that was rated for six-year-olds. His small fingers moved smoothly, placing each piece exactly wher