Alle Kapitel von The Perfect Match; Billionaire's Surrogate Mother : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

Damien's point of view The lighting in this room was way too bright, and since I can't use sunglasses inside a building without looking like an anxious loser, I was forced to stay still and watch my lawyer read the will again. "Sir, I've checked three times. There are no loopholes." Beads of sweat on his forehead were beginning to turn into droplets. "Check again." I waved him off, trying to figure out a way to fix my eyesight without squinting. "There are no loopholes, Dam." Grandfather said, from the head of the table. Fuck. I blinked twice and he was gone. Of course Grandfather wasn't there. How could he be? The man was dead, had been dead for two months. I would know, since I slashed his throat and then my own arm to make it look like an attack. It's funny, no one ever cared to investigate deep into the matter. They all also wanted him dead. Bunch of greedy conniving parasite. As if waiting to be remembered, the wound sprang into action, stinging me. I wasn't a parasi

Damien's point of view I'd been seated here for over four hours, each candidate worse than the last. I mean, how difficult is it to find someone to pay five million dollars to have your child?As if having a terrible day wasn't enough already, I had to stumble upon the rudest, most foolish woman I've ever met. And I've met plenty of foolish, unreasonable women in my life.This woman scratched my car as I was parking in the hospital garage, spilled water all over my clothes, made me have to go back home to change, and still had the audacity to call me names.What was it she called me again?A blind, pompous, bloody, dumb daddy's boy. A lot of adjectives to describe someone she'd never met before in her whole life.Now she sat opposite me, eyes fixed on the tile floor like a new discovery was being made."I said get the fuck out of here." She wiped her dry hands with the corner of her clothes."Hold on, sir—" She started. Oh, now I was a sir."Just go wait in reception," Fredrick inter

Damien's point of view Louisa was pregnant.A woman I barely knew was pregnant with my child.I fell onto the living room couch — the one you used to love sleeping on. My sigh felt like it would shake my entire core.Louisa was moving into my house today. My driver had gone to pick her up, and I was here to "welcome" her in.I swear I saw you staring at me. Disappointed? Upset? Betrayed?I never thought I would be having another— a child. I had come to terms with the death of that dream. That life.But now…Was I excited? I was going to be a father, do I get to be excited?What do I do after the child is born? How do I raise a child without fucking him up?What if he ends up like me? Becomes an extension of me?The sound of cars rolling in drew me out of my thoughts. Louisa was here.A frown deepened on my face. The vans that had gone for her belongings were empty.She stepped out of the passenger seat of the first car, wearing a black mesh two-piece, different from the corporate gow

Damien's point of view I've been to events with fake, pretentious women. I've had to kiss the asses of the most irritating men for deals and partnerships. I've sat through meetings with dozens of people whose IQ was lower than a three-year-old's. But none of that was more tedious than dealing with the woman I'm now living with.In all thirty-two years of my life, I had never once been to a market for food. Hell, I had no clue what you were even supposed to buy at one.But here I was, behind the steering wheel in my white shirt and ash joggers, on my way to the market because an insane woman wouldn't just order food like everyone else.Louisa jogged toward the car in a big, oversized gown, her hair packed into a bun, putting her whole face on display. I wondered if something could be done about her acne."No — the back." I ordered, when she went for the front seat. She looked like she wanted to argue but quietly moved to sit in the back instead.I haven't driven in ages, but the passe

Louisa's point of view I made eggs in the morning, a quick breakfast before leaving. Damien was upset with me, and my mother was having a life-or-death surgery. Damien wasn't important and the least I could do was be with the one person who was. The surgery started at 8 a.m. and was supposed to be done by 11 a.m. I sat outside the door, trying to steady my racing heart, praying to a god I didn't believe in not to let my efforts go to waste. "Louisa." Michelle called softly, taking the seat beside me. "I'm sorry about the things I said. I was just stressed and heartbroken. Liam cheated on me and I—" She choked on a sob. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. "I'm always the one who shrinks from responsibility — there's nothing I can do for myself, and I genuinely appreciate having you here for me. I'd be nothing without you." During times like this I wasn't sure if she was being genuine or just wanted something from me but regardless it felt good to hear. "I'm always