All Chapters of SURROGATE FOR MY SISTER'S HUSBAND : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I stared at my parents like they had grown two heads, not believing what they just said. "That's impossible, is this some sort of joke?" I questioned and Mum just rolled her eyes, relaxing against the sofa while Dad placed a hand on her lap. "No Joke, Betty. Your sister really needs this." Dad told me and my lips parted in shock. "You are telling me, Jenna is okay with me screwing her man?" I widened my eyes at them and Dad nodded slowly. "Yes, she is that desperate. Rather than her husband cheating to get an heir, she prefers it to be you instead." Mum explained but I shook my head sideways. It still didn't make sense to me. "Darius wouldn't do that to her, he is not that kind of man." I folded my arms across my chest, and Mum raised her eyebrows at me. "And how are you so certain of that?" Mum scoffed. 'Because he is my crush.' I wanted to reply but bit my tongue hard. "Sister Jenna married a good man. They have just been wedded 2 years or so, they should have patie

"I am sorry for interrupting, please continue." Jenna bowed her head and hurriedly dashed out of my room.Darius got up from me and chased after her while I lay on the bed, confused at what had just happened. I sat up slowly, got out of bed, and walked out of the room.My feet moved me towards Jenna's room and I could hear their voices. It was loud, like they were arguing or something, so I stood by the door to eavesdrop."It's not even 24 hours since you guys met, and the fucking already commenced?" Jenna asked with a chuckle and I held my breath for Darius's reply."Isn't that what she is here for? It's her only role after all." Darius responded and I smiled bitterly.Well, what did I expect? And it's not like he lied or something. I decided to leave them to it before I heard something that would hurt me further.I went back to my room and lay on the bed, hugging my pillow tight as I tried not to think about Darius.'Why did he come into my room, to kiss and touch me like that?' I

Betty's POV. I stood there, dumbfounded as I watched Darius completely ignore my existence. "Wow!" Jenna muttered, turning to look between me and her husband. "You want me out of here?" I found myself asking and he finally turned to look at him, his expression blank. "Isn't it obvious?" He questioned and I bit my lower lips hard, turning around to exit the living room. "B-betty." Jenna tried calling out to me but I just ignored her and went straight to my room. Words couldn't describe how hurt I felt. How could I have been so stupid to think maybe he actually did care a little? I mean he flirted, got close to me unexpectedly but now it all made sense. It was to make Jenna jealous. I guess I should know my place now. I walked to the wardrobe and began stuffing my clothes into my traveling box. It was time for me to go back home and if mum and Dad refused to allow me back in, I would just move back to the states. I was zipping the box when I heard a knock on the door. I paused i

Betty's POV.I woke up the next morning, to find Darius on top of me, his dick close to my face."You are so huge." I whispered absentmindedly and he looked like he was fighting back the urge to laugh while I just wished the ground would have opened up and swallowed me.My cheeks burned as I remembered what we did yesterday.'Why didn't I stop him and why did I even say such now?' I pondered as he moved closer to me while I sat up and a hiss escaped his mouth when my hands touched his dick, playing with his tip as I stroked his cock well.I had no idea what I was doing or why. Desire was just running through me. His expression tightened, his body stiffening as he obviously enjoyed my touch, letting out groans of pleasure and thrusting himself into my palm."Oh,fuck!"He cursed and bent to kiss me again, giving me the chance to taste myself off his lips.I felt his dick swelling and he must have felt it too for he immediately took it out of my hand, making me relax as he teased my entra

Betty’s POV The moment I noticed Darius stepping toward the room door with his phone pressed to his ear, my chest tightened. His voice was low, urgent, and his footsteps careful—as if he didn’t want anyone to overhear. Without a second thought, I slipped quickly back into my room, careful not to make a sound. My heart thumped as I shut the door gently behind me. It’s strange, I thought, pacing slowly. Darius never looks for privacy when he takes calls. Who is he talking to? Curiosity burned inside me. I tried to listen, to catch even a word, but the walls muffled his voice completely. Whoever it was, he didn’t want me—or anyone else—to know. That made my stomach twist. Earlier that day, I had spotted him at the fuel station on my way to Jack’s office. I had ducked low, silently praying he wouldn’t see me. What was he doing there? Why was he everywhere I turned? Back in my room, the questions refused to stop. I had been told to rush home without explanation, my mother’s voice break