" As my wedding gift, I want you to be the surrogate of my child! You promised to give me what I wanted as my wedding gift!" Violet's world crashed down overnight when her best friend of twenty years and first love announced his engagement. On top of that except her, everyone including his family knows that her best friend has another woman who he is going to marry. Soon after the blindsided revelation, Violet experienced the disrespect and humiliation from the very person who worshipped the ground she walked on. However the real kicker came when her family and her best friend forced her to be the surrogate and, with a very important contract papers... A Marriage Agreement with her best friend to bring the child legitimately.
Lihat lebih banyak"I am going to get married! This spring!"
While shaking the finest wine in his collection, the first thing Knox blurted out was the news of his wedding. It came out of nowhere, like a thunderclap in a clear sky. At first, I thought I might have been drinking too much. But then I realized I hadn’t even finished my first glass of wine. "Getting married? To whom?" My gaze locked onto his as I swirled my glass. "You never mentioned dating someone. What is this? A marriage of convenience?" I tried not to sound bitter, but the news of my first love and best friend of twenty years getting married felt like a slap with thorns. "No! We met a year ago at a business conference. From there—" "A year?" I interrupted him. "You never said anything to me. Any reason for that?" Although my heart was shattered into pieces, what disappointed me most was his silence. Being by his side for twenty years hadn’t made a difference—he still chose not to be honest with me. "Are you disappointed, Violet?" A shadow of sadness crossed his handsome face. His jaw muscles tightened, and those beautiful blue eyes didn’t lie—he felt guilty. But does that even matter? "I’m not," I said calmly, sipping the rest of my wine before grabbing my suit. "I'm heading home, Knox. Say hello to your fiancée!" "Violet! Where are you going? I thought you were going to enjoy dinner with me." He stood up, his expression shifting into something uncertain—something I had never witnessed before. Panic? Sadness or guilt? I couldn't read them. "I apologize," I muttered under my breath. "I have to go back to work tomorrow. You know, being a CEO isn't easy. Anyway, congratulations on your upcoming wedding." Turning on my heels, I walked away from the restaurant. Knox started to say something but held himself back. I thought we never hid anything from each other—especially something as big as marriage. Knox was the heir of the Silverfang Corporation, while I was the heir of Riverwood. Growing up, we had been partners in crime. We studied together, shared an apartment abroad during our PhDs, and started our journeys as CEOs in the same year. We had a silent pact. We always had each other’s back. At least, that’s what I thought until today. Settling myself in the car, I glanced at the restaurant—our favorite place. I had lost count of how many times we had come here together. Every milestone, every celebration, we had always shared them. But somehow, that stopped. Why? The question lingered in my mind like an unwanted guest. Maybe it was time to move on. A cold breeze brushed against my cheeks. Thankfully, I hadn’t drunk too much, or I would have had to call my chauffeur. In my entire life, I had never dated. Not because I wasn’t beautiful or desirable, but because my friends claimed my aura and attitude intimidated most men. But I never paid attention. Because all I could see was Knox. Tall, handsome, blonde, and blue-eyed, with a perfect figure. I wondered who the woman was. How did she steal his heart? My mind raced with thousands of thoughts. Pulling my car into the driveway, I walked into my house—a small, two-story home in the suburbs. I remembered planning to buy two houses next to each other, one for me and one for Knox. A childish dream. "Violet!" My mother's voice cut through my thoughts. She was sitting in the living room, her satin dress draping over her skin with effortless perfection. It wasn’t unusual for her to visit. "What brings you here, Mom?" I asked, taking off my suit. The temperature outside had been scorching. "Your dad said you’re going to handle the company's new project?" She put her magazine down on the low glass table, her graceful eyes shifting to me. "Is that true?" I tossed my suit onto the armrest and sank into the couch with a groan. "I thought that was confidential information." "Are you going or not?" she demanded, her voice stern. It was rare for her to get upset over anything, but I wasn’t in the mood to entertain her today. "Well, I think it’s a good idea," I mumbled, slumping deeper into the couch and closing my eyes. "That’s stupid! Knox is getting married next month. Are you saying you'll be away for a whole month?" She snarled, throwing a cushion at me. "What did you just say?" My heart skipped a beat. I straightened my back, looking at her with disbelief, "He's marrying next month?" The air whooshed out of my chest. "Yeah. They've already booked the venue. The wedding dress is perfect!" So not only had he lied about getting married in the spring, but they had already planned everything? Why? Why did he lie? "Good for him," I muttered, shoving down the sharp pain in my chest, like always. "It's not my wedding, so no headache." "Are you serious? I thought you'd be thrilled to know about this! He’s your best friend!" Yeah. In different circumstances, I would have been thrilled to do anything for him. But being lied to—by the very person I trusted most—made it hard to feel welcome in his happiness. "I’m going to take a shower. If you’re staying over, sleep in the guest room, Mom. Don’t come into my room." Loosening my tie, I grabbed my suit. My ankles ached after wearing heels all day. "Listen to this ungrateful child!" My mother pouted, sprawling onto the couch. She was a child at heart, always seeking attention. With Dad away on a business trip, she had found me to mess with. "Oh! Violet! You got a message! Aren’t you going to check it?" Mom shouted. I ignored her. Because at that very moment, I had made up my mind. I wouldn't attend the wedding.The embers flickered quietly, crackling as flies circled around the campfire. The scent of burnt wood clung to the breeze. We gathered around the flames, silent in thought, our drinks in hand. While I sipped on my apple juice, my eyes fell on Knox. He was drinking too much again — his hand wrapped tightly around the beer can, the liquid disappearing faster than it should.I pulled the shawl tighter around my chest, my gaze fixed on him. Any man would envy what he had — tall, broad-shouldered, with a face carved by some careful hand of fate. God really hadn't missed a single detail with him. Handsome, intelligent, composed — he had it all. Everything, except... he wasn't mine.I reached out, my hand hovering between us. Just an arm's length away. But still, he felt so distant. So untouchable.Before my fingers could get closer, I pulled them back with a quiet sigh. I hadn't realized he was watching.His fingers caught my wrist gently but firmly. My breath hitched. His eyes were on me —
After that confrontation with Knox, I had pretty much stopped hoping he would come around anytime soon. Especially after realizing that I didn't actually accept the child for his sake. I did it for myself. For my own selfish reasons. I needed an heir, and he opened the door for me. I wasn’t going to let that door close.Call me selfish, unbearable, or anything else. But I never do anything out of kindness. Kindness died the day I learned that one of my favorite servants had witnessed me being kidnapped… and did nothing. Just watched.Kindness died again when I found out that one of the students I had been sponsoring was working with my mother behind my back — plotting a scandal to ruin me.Kindness bled to death when I realized people took me for granted. Smiled to my face, but dug daggers into my back the moment I turned around.So I didn’t bother with kindness. Never again.As I sat in the office room, my eyes stayed glued to the ceiling. The chandelier swayed gently from above, moc
"That’s what I’ve been asking myself for years. Who wanted me gone? And why like that? Starve and alone? As if their intention was to kill me slowly and painfully" I said, feeling the sharp pain crawling on my neck. The vein on my neck started throbbing. I never talked about it to anyone except my Grandmother. I didn't have any intention to talk about it to him either. But...Recalling those painful moments that I could each second, I found myself reliving those moments. His breath caught. I could see a flicker of rage and pain in his eyes, "And after that, your grandma took you to the UK?" He asked.I nodded. " I messaged her then. She found me in the hospital. I was unconscious. The knife still... still in me. She took one look at me and decided to take me away from everything."Knox's voice cracked. "Why didn’t you call your parents?"I let out a breathless laugh. There was no joy in it. "They didn’t even know I was missing. When I called, they said they were in Bali. Enjoying th
Violet"What happened to me ten years ago?"His question hit me like a slap across the face. It wasn't anger that rose inside me—it was fear. Cold, Quiet and Bone-deep fear. The fear when you knew once you got closer to it, you would find yourself trapped. My hands began to tremble before I even noticed. I folded them over my chest to hide it, to stop it. But my body had already betrayed me. My lungs pulled in a shallow breath that never reached my stomach, and I felt like the floor beneath me was about to collapse.He didn’t look accusing. Just... curious. But that made it worse.Because how do you explain a horror no one saw? A nightmare that came and went while the world kept spinning?I couldn’t avoid it anymore. We had decided to be honest. Although it was barely impossible to tell him exactly what happened, I was ready to say what I could say in surface. I looked into Knox’s eyes. They were calm, soft—but wide. Waiting. Expecting an answer.So I gave him one."I was kidnapped.
She tilted her head slightly, wearing that familiar frown she always had when something didn’t make sense to her."Mastermind? For what?" she asked, her brows narrowing in confusion.My fingers curled into a fist, my chest tightening. I shook my head, forcing a breath through my lungs. "Nothing. Just... let’s say you know about my family’s secret now—and that I’m involved in it. So... are you still okay with me?"She looked at me, almost unimpressed, like she had expected more. "I’ve been friends with you for years. Your family's been tangled in Mafia business for as long as I can remember. If that ever bothered me, I would’ve walked away a long time ago."Her words were unusually detailed. She wasn’t someone who explained herself much. One-word answers were her style. Was she worried I might spiral?"Thank you," I murmured, a weight slipping off my chest.She crossed her arms. "Anything else you’ve been hiding from me?"My lips pressed into a line. There were too many things. Things
Knox,Two days ago,In the chairman's office of my company, I stood there, hanging my head while my father sat with his arms folded across the table, staring at me with that condescending gaze. He was holding a document—the name of the therapist Mark helped me hire was written on it."So, I met your therapist yesterday. I heard you were going through some mental health issues?" he asked, as if I had contracted a contagious disease or committed a sin.I remained silent, waiting for him to finish whatever speech he had prepared."Knox Silverfang, the CEO of the Silverfang Corporation wants to die because he’s scared of responsibility? How disgraceful!" he spat, standing up with his usual imposing presence."There are some fundamentals I taught you as a child. Silverfangs are not cowards. We rule the world. We don’t need therapists—some ignorant stranger playing with our minds. I forbid you from using excuses and demand you accept your destiny as KNOX SILVERFANG!"He emphasized my name w
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