All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Surrogate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

ALEXANDER'S POVThere are lots of things to be unaware of but having your sperm stolen?I stride through the polished halls of my penthouse suite, exuding confidence with every step. This penthouse has been part of my life since I was born. As an older son, my demands were always met and I liked taking charge to ensure things always move in the right direction. One thing I can say about myself is that I'm used to being in control, both in the boardroom and the bedroom. My reputation as a playboy precedes me, and I've grown accustomed to the admiring glances and knowing smiles from women who seek a taste of the lavish lifestyle I can provide.Today, however, my customary confidence is rattled when my grandparents summon me to their opulent estate. My mind races with possibilities—what could this sudden meeting be about? I push open the massive double doors that lead to their lavishly decorated sitting room. There they are, seated on their ornate thrones of plush upholstery, looking eve

EMMA'S POVWith a mother and a sister, life ought to be so simple and easy going but, I am at the opposite end of sweet goodness, of smooth living. My world fell apart after the unknown sickness which made my mother almost bedridden. Things turned tough as she had to quit her job, use up all her savings for countless medications, numerable tests, and home bills. And father? I do not have one. Anymore. He ran away from home—from us—shortly after the birth of my younger sibling, Hilda. I am not so certain but, life was not as hard as it is, not until puberty and wisdom knocked into our lives.Being the older daughter especially at this crucial part of life is not so enjoyable nevertheless, I must shoulder it. Studying in college and working in the evenings of every single day makes it work—even a bit.Daily meals, mum's medications, home bills and college funds make my mental shoulder sag. I am grateful that my grades had not dropped even when I felt like I had taken a step backward.I

ALEXANDER’S POVThe magnificently carved doors swing open at the gentle push on its handle. The lightning from the room makes the gloom in my eyes fade off.Gold. The new theme for the dining room. It looks like royalty, seeing the heavy gold curtains slightly spread apart, revealing the darkening sky and misty floating clouds; the chandelier hanging beautifully atop, the scented candles on every candle stand and the chairs emitting sparkles at the reflection of the light.The huge table in the middle of the room seems smaller with all kinds of dishes and desserts laid on it. It has always been this way for as long as I can remember except for the change of colors every forth-night: purple, gold, silver, green, white and rarely, black. They seem like a pattern of circle, going round and changing with the use of servants and helps.The sound of busy cutleries, delightful conversations and laughters fill my ears. I feel no bubble as I use to because nothing has been exciting for me this

EMMA’S POV"Mum, how are you feeling?" I sit beside her on the plush couch, hanging her a bowl of chicken soup spiced with vegetables."I feel better," She says, letting out a small smile, "thank you, Emma." She scoops some soup into her mouth.I heave a sign of relief knowing that we no longer live in that tight house with a kitchenette. After the first installment, I paid for mum's complete health care, paid for the spacious house we now live in,—a three bedroom bungalow, furnished with nice couches, springy beds, ventilators and a large kitchen—started a personal saving plan, stocked the storage and refrigerator with food supplies.For a moment, I feel alive. Being able to take care of our needs is a relief but the price—surrogacy journey—is one I have to face alone. I haven't had the courage to tell my mother about this deal."Work is paying off well." Mum asks in between thick coughs.I scratch the sudden itch in my hair, "Yes. Plus savings. It was tough but we did it." I end wit

ALEXANDER'S POVI toss restlessly on my bed. Sleep is now my enemy, afraid of enveloping my eyes even for a minute. I stretch to put on the lamp.Its soft glow encircles my bedroom, making the curtains look like the hanging skirts of ancient men. I move forward to shifting the thick curtains aside, leaving the curtain linens untouched.The faint rays of the full moon tears through them. My room feels dark and at the same time, lightened. I lay back, covered in moonlight and lamp light.For weeks, my mind feeds on unease. My pride has been injured. Everything tastes meaningless. I barely eat breakfast and dinner with my family.Few days ago, Grandmother's voice made me stop right in my track. I had no idea she was there. She probably waited in the dark, waiting patiently for me."Alex honey, why have you become so distant?"I bet she hadn't washed her mouth.I turn to find her face."Don't bother searching for me, speak.""Nothing. I need my space.""I'd assume you are working towards