"I'm still a virgin." He pulls away from me and appears surprised. "No, then we'll have to stop," He pulls away from me. I don't want this to stop. Something about this feels right. I'm not repulsed by a man touching me for the first time. I resume kissing him. "No, no, we don't." I mumble as I lock my lips with his and ease my hand into his trousers. Emily Adams needs money to afford surgery for her critically ill brother Liam, in her attempt to find another job she stumbles upon an ad offering to pay $350,000 but the only catch is she has to become a surrogate for a stranger. Billionaire Jacob Collin doesn't have time for women, he is only concerned about the family business, persuaded by his grandmother he agrees to have a child but when he meets the woman who has agreed to be his surrogate he begins to fall in love. Their encounter leaves them both yearning for the other, as Emily start getting attached and is unwilling to pull through with the contract and Jacob takes it upon himself to discover the identity of his surrogate but there are forces that wants to keep them apart. Can they find each other and kindle their love or will they never be together?
View MoreEpilogue(One year later)Jacob POVJocasta cuts up paper-thin slices of watermelon, Liam’s favorite. “Thanks, Mommy,” he says, grabs the bowl from her and dashes outside.The house is quiet and I take advantage of having her to myself for a few seconds. Switching on the old kitchen radio, a slow song plays across the static.She’s clearing up the watermelon peels on the kitchen counter, and I take her by the hand and give her a twirl. She has a daisy in her long hair - a gift from Hope who insisted on putting it in her mouth instead of giving it to her mama.“What are you doing?” she smiles.“I’m serenading my wife,” I say and hold her close while we slow dance with the song.She giggles, “We’re going to be late.”“They can wait,” I say and inhale her sweet scent; she smells like the ocean and baby powder.While the soft male voice is singing about giving a little love this time, I dip her low and kiss her on the mouth. A moan escapes her lips and she kisses me back. Little snaps of
Emily/Jocasta POVImagine a door opening between life and death. Which one would you choose? The answer’s not that simple, is it?Death would finally bring me peace, stilling the chaotic world around me. Life is for the living as Liam once told me. But where would that leave me? My fate has been assigned - I am to die from a disease that will ravage my body. Soon, my limbs won’t obey my commands, and I’ll slowly start to lose my mind. That is no way to live.The incessant wail of a baby is calling me, beckoning me to make a decision. It’s the sound of my little girl telling me time is running out - choose now or forever hold my peace.I’ve made up my mind - I choose love.---I’m laying on a cold, steel table. There’s a commotion all around me. Someone shouts, “We’re losing her!” and I feel something hard putting pressure on my chest. The shock of an electric current jolts my body back to life. I’ve returned to the land of living.“She’s awake! She’s awake!” When I look around me, the
Emily/Jocasta POVYou know when people describe their near-death experiences as walking towards a bright light? Mine was nothing like that.For me, it was falling into a vat of creamy liquid and being suspended between space and time. The protection of the womb-like state offered me comfort and reassurance that I would be fine.Why would I want to go back to a world of uncertainty and sorrow when everything I want is right here?Memories are flashing through my mind, firing off like sparks from a fire, But they are muddled up and confusing. I can’t tell which ones are Emily’s or Jocasta’s. It’s hard to concentrate on just one at a time.I close my eyes and focus on one in particular; it’s of a beautiful woman cradling a baby in her arms. She’s standing in a nursery, and there’s a quilted blanket in the crib.She starts singing a lullaby, and it’s the same one Ophelia sang months ago when I first discovered my real identity. I gasp in recognition - it’s my mother.She can’t see me, but
Jacob POVI am woken up by the buzzing of my phone on the nightstand. When I answer, it’s Dr. Richards on the line, “Mr. Collin, you need to come to the hospital now.”My brain sends signals to my limbs to move into action. Like a robot, I mechanically get dressed in the dark and rush to Liam’s room. He’s fast asleep, but I need to get him into the car. I can’t afford to lose precious time by calling someone over to babysit, so I bundle him up and carry him into the elevator.While we’re on our way down to the parking garage, he opens his eyes, “Dad, what’s going on?”I shush him back to sleep and he’s back in dreamland.The drive to the hospital is excruciating. Dr. wouldn’t have called me at this hour if it wasn’t an emergency. My mind keeps on playing different scenarios, all of them leading to the same end results.Keeping my concentration on the road is proving difficult and I struggle to keep to the speed limit, scared that I may get there too late.When I get there, I leave the
Emily/Jocasta POVJacob is laying beside me in our tiny hospital bed. He insists that he wants to be by my side, even though the sleeping arrangement is killing his back.I put my hand in his chest and feel it expand as he breathes in and out. I can’t sleep here. Almost every trauma I endured happened between these four walls. So instead of drowning in the frustration of insomnia, I use the time to make lists of things I want to do and places I want to visit once I’ve checked out of Sacred Heart.I wait until Jacob is asleep before I take out my notebook. He became emotional the first time I showed my bucket list to him, so I jot down all my dreams and wishes in the dead of night.The nurses know not to come into the room when they see my night light on and only check in on me with a cup of tea every few hours or so.So far, I’ve made a list of memories I want Liam to remember me by, and places I want us to visit together, just the two of us. Olivia suggested I compose a video diary f
Emily/Jocasta POV“Welcome to the third trimester, Mom and Dad,” says Dr. Goodmann. “Your baby is growing bigger every day. Soon, you’ll welcome him or her into the world.”Jacob and I smile at each other. I’m almost eight months pregnant and uncomfortably huge. Just like with Liam’s pregnancy, it took some getting used to my new body. But this time, I’m embracing it because we’re experiencing this journey as a family.At both Jacob and my insistence, we asked that Dr. not tell us the baby’s gender - we want it to be a surprise.The baby’s regular heartbeat tells us our little munchkin is healthy and strong.“Have you decided on a birthing plan yet? I don’t see any reason why you can’t have a natural birth,” she says.Every time she brings it up, Jacob diverts to another topic. Whether he likes it or not, this baby’s coming out either way.“Will any complications arise if we choose natural birth?” he asks.“I don’t see why not,” she says. “Emily is perfectly healthy. Even after enduri
Emily/Jocasta POVJacob hasn’t done much talking since we left Collin Estate. His contemplative mood tells me he’s thinking about how to deal with the Charlotte situation.He was taken aback with Matthew’s dramatic exit; we all were. I don’t even think Charlotte expected such a strong reaction from her own son.“Have you decided on what you’re going to do about Charlotte?” I ask.He thinks a bit before answering, “I’ve left that up to my dad. He gets to decide her fate, and I told him I’d be on board with whatever decision he makes.”“I know this must be really hard for you,” I add. “Just remember that I’m here for you.”“How can you act so selfless after all she’s done to you? Even now, you’re putting your feelings aside just to make sure I’m okay,” he says and kisses my hand.“Because I love you and I need you to know that we’re in this together,” I say.He smiles, “I love you too. We’ve all been through a lot. All I want to do is get home to our son and give him the biggest hug. Le
Nancy POV“You stupid girl.” Those words repeat themselves over and over again in my head. They offer little comfort and are just a reminder of how fucked up my life has become.I’m shit scared. I suppose staring down the barrel of a gun can do that to you, give you perspective on how bad things can really go.It’s not like I stood in front of the class as a kid on Career Day and said, “I want to hustle people out of their money when I grow up”. I can’t even say I’m a product of my circumstances. Yes, I had a shitty mom and a dad who abandoned me, but all of this was my doing. I realize that while standing in a room with Antonia Hernández and his goons.After the whole fuck up with Steve and Catherie, my recklessness drove me to seek refuge in the only place I could think of - Jacob’s hotel suit.The second I walked through the door, I knew something was off. But it was too late; I felt a knock to the back of my head and fell to the floor.I don’t know how long I was out for, but when
Jacob POVTwo hours of shut eye, that’s all we’ve had. The lack of sleep is starting to take its toll as Jocasta and I fall out of bed.With my eyes swollen shut, I take a quick cold shower to invigorate my tired limbs. It works momentarily, but by the time we make it downstairs, my body moves with a sluggish gait.“Morning, sleep heads,” chirps Ophelia at the breakfast table. Jocasta and I look at her and take our seats.Breakfast is an array of deliciously divine fruit and yogurt. Somehow, I can’t stomach eating anything right now. My head feels like someone’s taken a power drill to it. This feels worse than a hangover.Jocasta, on the other hand, is tucking in like a hungry lion, uncertain of when she’ll eat again.“I take it you slept well,” Ophelia winks at us.“Yes, thanks for putting up with us,” I say. Jocasta pays her no attention and is reaching for the bowl of strawberries.“Thaddeus should be down momentarily; he’s just making arrangements for Clarisse,” she says.“So, wha
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