Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Baby Maker (ENGLISH VERSION): Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

TWO“What kind of dancing is that, Lyana? You look like a lamp post, for heaven’s sake!”My temper flared the moment Jasrylle said that. Instead of looking at the mirror, I turned sharply to her. “I told you I have no idea how to do this kind of thing, didn’t I? You said I could handle it—”“I said just sway your hips a little! But with what you’re doing, you look like a pig being butchered. My God, you’re stressing me out,” she complained, fanning herself dramatically. “Girl, seriously. You’re not a dancer… you’re a human lamppost! Or are you made of bamboo, huh?”I rolled my eyes and massaged my temples in frustration. We’d been practicing all afternoon because she said she’d take me to the bar where she worked tonight to introduce me to her boss. According to her, “Mamita” always asked applicants to give a sample performance before hiring anyone, and since dancing was what I was applying for, I had no choice but to learn.“What now? I told you, I don’t know how to dance. You can se

FOUR“H-Huh? Surrogate?” I asked in disbelief, pointing at myself. “M-Me?”She nodded slowly and motioned for me to come closer. Though confused, I still obeyed and stepped toward her.“It’s a secret, okay? The truth is, I went to that bar because I know Mamita. I was going to ask her help in finding a surrogate—”“But didn’t you say you already have an agency?” I cut her off. “Why not just look for one there? What if the person you get has HIV or something? You’ll just put yourself in danger.”She quickly gestured for me to lower my voice. We were still in a coffee shop, and anyone might overhear our conversation. I nodded in understanding.“In our agency, the supposed parents have to be the ones to go there themselves,” she explained. “But in my cousin’s case, they can’t leave the country. The family mustn’t know. Her husband doesn’t want to tell anyone that she can’t get pregnant, so…”“If they can’t go abroad, then just bring the surrogate here,” I interrupted again.She shook her

“Ma’am, that’s not fair. It’s only been two months since I missed paying rent. Why are you kicking me out already? I told you I’ll pay, didn’t I?” “Well, well, listen to this! You’re the one who owes me money, yet you act so bold, as if you’re someone important!” I almost screamed when Aling Lena, the landlady of this so-called ‘apartment,’ threw a fragile mug at me. Thank goodness I managed to dodge it, otherwise, I’d be in the hospital next to Thirdy right now. I took a deep breath and lifted my chin to meet her glare. “I’m not leaving. I told you I’ll pay—” “Then give it to me.” She stretched out her hand in front of me, making me blink several times. “Go on, give me the payment so I won’t have to kick you out. I’m a person who needs money too, just like you, Lyana. If you’re not going to pay rent, then you better leave so someone else can actually make use of that house.” “I said I’ll pay—” “Then give it to me!” she snapped, cutting me off sharply. I couldn’t help but scowl

“I’ll live abroad?” Dr. Vallero nodded gently and showed me a picture printed on paper. I leaned closer to look… it was a photo of a house. I didn’t know who it belonged to or why she was showing it to me. “W-What’s this?” “Your house. You’ll be staying there for the whole year. You can bring your brother with you, or you can leave him here, it’s your choice. My cousin will cover all your needs, and your family’s too… just bear his child, and everything will be taken care of.” My throat tightened. I didn’t know how rich her cousin was, but apparently, he’d even sponsor the place I’d live in. I should’ve felt embarrassed, but after being kicked out of my old apartment, I couldn’t afford to refuse anymore. Besides, they were rich. Of course they wouldn’t want their future child carried in a cramped, dirty, chaotic slum like where I used to live. I stared again at the picture of the house. It looked nothing like any home I’d ever been in. My stomach twisted with nerves. Was I real

“Have you been injecting yourself every day like I told you to?” asked Doctora Vallero as she wrapped the BP cuff around my arm. I nodded slowly. “I inject Lupron daily, then Delestrogen every other day,” I replied. She nodded approvingly and released my arm. “All right, very good. So far, everything seems fine, right?” “Yes,” I answered softly, my voice tight with nerves. She must have noticed, because she gently patted my shoulder, probably trying to calm me down. “You can lie down on the bed now so I can check you. We need to make sure your body is ready for the embryo transplant.” “W-What if it’s not ready yet?” “Then we’ll wait until it is,” she said calmly, smiling reassuringly. I swallowed hard. “A-And what if my body is ready to get pregnant?” Doctora Vallero patted my shoulder again before walking to her desk to pick up a piece of paper. She handed it to me, and I glanced down at the list of names written on it—foreign-sounding names. “W-Who are these people?” I ask