LOGINSerena’s POV
His voice thundered over me and I struggled to breathe. “I want my money in full or I'll have you pay it up another way and trust me,” he said, walking to me and grabbed my chin. “You won't be able to pay even in death.”
My eyes widened and I shuddered. “Do you understand?” He asked and I shook my head repeatedly until he let go.
“Please, I need more time. You can have the first part. I swear I'll pay you. Please.”
Maria appeared and she ran toward me but he pushed her off.
“Don't hurt her, please!” I yelled and then pulled my hair harder. My scalp hurt and my neck felt like it would break.
“You have three days,” the first man said, blowing out smoke.
Three days? Where was I going to get two million in three days?
“I can't do all that in three days,” I begged, but he smirked at me.
“My time is expensive. And you're wasting it. Three days is what you get. No more, no less. If you don't then you'll give up the house or …” his eyes twinkled as he looked down, checking me out. “You give yourself to me.”
I would rather die first than let him touch me.
“Let her go,” he ordered, and the man released me. I fell to the floor panting, watching them leave the house.
I was doomed.
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I didn’t sleep that night. My heart was pounding so fast that it made my ears ring. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, his smirk, and the way his eyes roamed over me like I was just a thing he could claim.
Maria brought me tea in the morning, but I couldn't drink it. I just started at the cup until it turned cold. Today was the first day and I had no idea how to raise two million Euros.
There was no miracle coming. I had sold nearly everything. I couldn’t sell the house because it was the only thing left, and even if I did, I wouldn’t have the paperwork ready in time before they came.
My hands shook as I picked up my phone and I called Uncle Gabriel again.
He had helped me before. Maybe… just maybe he could save me again.
When his voice came through the speaker, it felt like I had grabbed onto a lifeline. “Uncle,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
“Serena, what happened? You sound shaken.”
“They came again. They gave me three days to get two million. I don’t know what to do.”
He kept silent then he spoke. “I'm coming.”
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I waited, pacing about in my living room when he arrived. I ran to him and hugged him.
He pulled me off gently and murmured. “You look pale.”
I sank into the chair like my bones couldn’t hold me anymore. “Uncle, please, you have to help me,” I begged.
He held my hand, and thought for a while. “I think I know a way, but I doubt you'll like it.”
I would take anything. If he wanted me to be his slave, I would.
“Tell me,” I said quickly. “I’ll do anything.”
“You said anything,” he repeated slowly, like he was warning me.
My voice remained strong. “Yes. Anything.”
He leaned back and rubbed his hand over his face. “There’s a man. A billionaire. He wants a child, but not a wife. He’s looking for a surrogate. The payment is generous…more than enough to clear your debt and still leave you with enough to start over.”
I blinked. “A surrogate? You mean… I have to carry his baby?”
“Yes,” he said. “It’s a business arrangement. Nothing romantic. You don't have to have sex with him. It's just an agreement and you'd be set for life after this, Serena. He can pay you far more than those men are asking.”
I hesitated for a second. Carrying someone else’s child wasn’t something I had ever imagined for myself, but compared to the other choice of being owned by those men or losing this house. It sounded like salvation.
“I’ll do it,” I said without blinking.
“Are you sure, Serena?”
“Yes. Where do I go?” I answered. I was desperate and I needed this.
“Once you start. You can't back down,” he warned.
“I have no intentions to,” I breathed and he smiled faintly. His hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a white business card with blue lettering. “You’ll have to contact Dr. Kane. He’s the one managing the arrangement. He’ll explain everything. The address is on the back.”
I took the card, staring at the raised letters like they might vanish if I blinked. “Thank you, Uncle.”
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I walked into the hospital, feeling nervous and confused about what I was about to do. The receptionist smiled the moment I approached, as though she had been expecting me.
“Miss Serena?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Right this way. Dr. Kane is waiting for you.”
She led me through a quiet corridor to a private office. The door opened, and there he was.
Dr. Kane was tall, dressed in a spotless white coat over a tailored shirt and brown trousers. His brown hair was neatly styled, and his brown eyes were warm and made me feel safe.
“Miss Serena,” he said warmly, stepping forward to shake my hand. “Please, have a seat.”
I sat from across his desk, and my fingers held tightly to my bag handle. He studied me for a moment, then opened a blue folder. “I understand you’re interested in our…special program.”
“Yes. My uncle told me it’s a surrogacy arrangement.”
“That’s correct. The client is a private man with no bad background. Please, know this is a confidential and contractual agreement. You will receive full medical care throughout the pregnancy, luxury accommodations if you wish. 5% of the money will be paid to you after you sign and there rest when you deliver the baby. Do you agree to the terms?”
My heart raced faster as I locked eyes with him. Should I do it?
Serena’s POVAs I shut the door, my back stayed glued to the door. There was a tension in the air that I couldn’t ignore. The scent of him was everywhere—a dangerous mix of musk and citrus, and a dash of spirit. My eyes locked on his and my heart did a million backflips. He was leaning over his desk, and his body resembled a work of art. My eyes drew immediately to the tattoo from his neck covering his left arm…and that just made him even more sexy. And then my eyes travelled to his rock hard abs, and his v-line was carved to perfection and his—"You should be sleeping." he said, drawing my eyes away from his body. I cleared my throat, "I couldn't sleep," I whispered, hoping that my drooling wasn’t so obvious. "Come here." As he said those words, a current surges through me. He didn’t bark, he didn’t shout. His voice was so calm, yet it caused a storm to rage inside my belly.Against the loud voice screaming in my head that listening to him was a grave mistake, I walked toward
Serena’s POV "Everybody get down!" someone screamed.My feet were frozen in place, immobilized in fear. The screams were deafening, but I could not move. Another bang sliced through the atmosphere. My body began to tremble. Was it a gun shot? Or a bomb?? I didn't have the time to wonder. Adrian immediately slammed his body against mine to shield me, his hand pressing my head down into his chest."Don't move," he hissed, his voice a low. A louder sound tore through the air—now that sounded like a gunshot. The screams from the ballroom increased and I could hear the frantic shuffling of people running for their lives."Boss! This way! The east exit is compromised!"I looked over Adrian’s shoulder to see his head of security, a huge man named Marcus around the corner with a gun in his hands.Adrian didn't let go of me for a single moment. He kept one arm locked around my waist, practically lifting me off my feet as he began to move. I stumbled as we rushed, but he hauled me up b
Serena’s POVI stomped away from Adrian, cursing him with every step. That bloody, deranged pervert! The nerve of him. Giving me rules like I was a bloody child and threatening me with jail time!!I had to endure this for eight and a half more months. Eight and a half months of being his "property,", of being controlled and treated like a prisoner. I wasn't sure if my sanity would remain intact by the time I gave birth to his child and the contract expired.As I moved through the crowd, I noticed many eyes straying towards me. Most men paused their conversations and their eyes lingered on my body, filled with lust. Most women whispered as I passed, their eyes lacking any warmth or adoration. But I was not moved by it. I was already used to this kind of attention. Growing up as the daughter of a millionaire, I was used to being the center of attention in any room. My father made sure of it.He always said, "A queen doesn't look for attention. She simply exists and the world adjus
Adrian’s POV"The perimeter was breached at the northern docks," the voice on the other end was distorted, a digital mask hiding the identity of one of my most trusted informants.“How much of the shipment stolen?” "They didn't steal anything. They just... looked. It’s a message, boss. Someone is scouting the territory."I tightened my grip on my phone. "And the source?""Unknown. They’re ghosts. And their trace is clean. Too clean.""Find the perpetrator," I commanded, my voice dropping dangerously low . "I don’t care what it costs or how many bodies you have to drop to find a lead. Bring them to me alive. I want to show them exactly what happens to those who think they can cross me."I ended the call, the silence of the room returning like a heavy cloud settling over me. Who could it be? The options were endless. And as I sifted through the list of possible intruders, a sound invaded the silence. I turned, expecting to see a maid or a guard. Instead, I saw her.She was coming d
“What are you doing here??” I stared at the door in horror.Adrian stood in the doorway, his tall frame blocking out the light from the hallway. My breath hitched in my throat as he stared at me. I was still halfway through changing, the dress clutched desperately against my chest, leaving too much to his dark gaze. "I want to dress up." I managed to whisper, my voice cracking. "Leave, Adrian."He said nothing. He didn't even make any moves to leave. His dark eyes slowly began to roam over my body. It wasn't just a glance, he looked at me the same way a predator eyes a helpless prey—his eyes were filled with a hunger, entirely unimpressed by my pathetic attempts to hide.I began to feel overly conscious. I was here, standing in the middle of the room, half naked, being watched by this pervert! I turned to bolt towards the bathroom. "Stop."The command was quiet, but it hit me like a brick wall. I froze in my tracks. My brain screamed at me to keep moving, to lock the door, to c
I was painfully aware of everything.The firmness of his thighs beneath me. The intoxicating scent of citrus and musk mixed together. The way his chest rose slowly behind my back as if he wasn’t affected at all, while my entire body was spiraling.My cheeks burned as I sat rigidly on Adrian’s lap. My nails dug into my dress like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. Keeping me composed. I shifted, only slightly—but it didn’t go unnoticed by him. I felt him grow against my core, and I couldn’t help the wetness that began to pool between my legs.My god, he was huge! His arm tightened around my waist immediately.“Don’t,” he groaned, leaning in until his hot breath brushed my ear. I froze, a chill crawling up my spine. “If you move again,” he continued quietly, his voice calm and deadly, “you’ll add more hours to your punishment.”The heat crawled up my neck, and I could already tell that my pale face had reddened, and I hated myself for it. I hated that my body reacted to
Gabriel's voice kept replaying in my head as the car pulled away from the cemetery. It's about your father.Those four words had lodged themselves in my chest, living rent free.What could possibly be so urgent? Dad had been gone for months now. What could have changed?Mia sat beside me in tense
Serena’s POV: I couldn't help the tension that twisted my insides into a hot aching mess. I sat in the same chair Adrian had placed me in the night before, my eyes unable to meet his. I focused on a particular spot on my lap, my hands playing with the fabric. “Look at me, Serena,” he said coldly.
Adrian's POV The cold shower did little to wash away the tension that had settled in my shoulders overnight. I dressed in a charcoal suit, silver cufflinks, black tie and made my way downstairs for breakfast. Breakfast was already laid out in the dining room. I settled into my chair with the mor
Wake up, Serena. Wake up, or I'll increase your punishment. Adrian's voice echoed through my dreams, cold and commanding. I bolted upright, gasping for air, my heart hammering against my ribs. For a moment, I couldn't orient myself. The softness beneath me, the familiar scent of lavender on the s







