Trapped As The Billionaire’s Surrogate

FAITHThe words hit me like a punch to the gut. I stared at him, disbelief and horror flooding through me all at once. “Excuse me?”Jared smiled for the first time, as if he hadn’t just said something completely vile. “Should I repeat myself?”I felt sick. “You are joking… right?” I managed to say, though the look in his eyes told me this was anything but a joke.“I assure you,” Jared said, “this is a very real offer. You do the task, get the money, and we all move on from this unfortunate incident. No lawsuits, no bills to pay.”This guy thought he could just stroll in here, make some sleazy offer, and I’d fold?Without thinking, I ripped the IV out of my arm, blood immediately dotting the bed sheets. “Who the hell do you think I am?” I shouted. “Just because I owe you some medical fees doesn’t mean you can talk down to me like this!”Jared blinked in surprise for a moment, but remained calm overall.“Sleep with your boss for 100 grand?” I continued, my fists shaking with the urge to

FAITHI stared into his green eyes, my expression dead serious. I don't know what I was expecting, but it surely wasn't a chuckle from him. He literally laughed, and I swear to God, it was the most attractive sound I had to have ever heard.Even in this situation, when my world had turned upside down, my heart reacted to the sound of his deep laugh.“What?” he asked once he stopped laughing, amusement dancing in his eyes.“What what?” I shot back, reverting back to my seriousness. He tilted his head, confusion etched on his amused features. “I don’t get it. What are you saying?”“Wait,” I paused, doubt flickering within me. “Are you not Jared’s boss?”“Yes, I am. But I am not sure I know what you are talking about.”“Jared said you would pay me $100,000 for sleeping with you,” I clarified. “So for personal reasons, I’m willing to sleep with you four times for $100,000 each time. No negotiations.”His expression shifted from confusion to surprise as the implications of my words sank i

FAITHI quickly scrambled to gather my clothes, my heart racing as I tried to process what had just happened. The reality of the situation settled heavily on my shoulders, and panic gripped me. I fumbled with the fabric, my hands trembling. “I had no fucking idea you were trying to get me pregnant! Isn’t this against the fucking law?!” My voice was a mix of outrage and fear, and I could feel my face flushing with a rush of emotions.Blaze’s expression shifted. “Surrogacy is well within the law. I thought you knew.” His voice was sharper than I expected, but I could see the frustration etched on his features.“How would I know if nobody told me?!” I shot back, finally pulling my shirt over my head, feeling the fabric stick to my clammy skin. My mind raced with the implications of what he had just said. I felt completely blindsided.The weight of Blaze’s words hung in the air, and the realization crashed down on me like a tidal wave. I couldn’t believe this was happening. “Oh my Go

FAITHI felt Reagan’s push, sudden and forceful, sending me tumbling forward. The cold, hard ground stung against my hands, and a sharp jolt of humiliation flared in my chest. My instincts screamed to fight back, but I swallowed them down, taking a slow breath as I pushed myself up.“Who do you think you are?” Reagan’s voice cut through the air, dripping with disdain. “How dare you ignore me, Faith? How arrogant can you be?”I took a deep breath, brushing off the dirt, meeting her gaze with all the strength I could summon. “I am not arrogant,” I said, keeping my tone steady, but I could feel the anger rising within me. “You are the one who is insecure, Reagan. You had to go after a taken man and win him over just to feel better about yourself. That’s not confidence; it’s pathetic insecurity.”Her face twisted in shock, and her mouth opened in a silent gasp. She shot a pleading look at Austin, who was just standing there, silent. “Are you seriously going to let her talk to me like tha

  FAITHIt had been a month since I left that town behind. A month since I set fire to everything I knew—every tie, every memory.Now, I was in Iowa. The place where no one knew me, where the ghosts of my past didn’t haunt the streets. It was quiet. Too quiet. But it was better than the alternative.I was working at a small diner. The kind of place you didn’t remember unless you needed to. It wasn’t anything special—just a bunch of grease, some old men chatting about nothing important, and a few tired faces behind the counter. A monotonous rhythm I’d quickly grown accustomed to. Wake up, clock in, work through the day, c