All Chapters of The Don's Surrogate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

I paced my bedroom as I stared at July's medical bill, my brows furrowed and my heart heavy. I'd barely managed to pay a bit from May's and nothing for June. Now July?My phone ringed beside me, I exhaled, mentally praying for the caller to be someone else. But alas, it was none other than the Marvy's hospital.I picked, then placed the phone against my ear, preparing myself for the usual."Hello, Miss Marlowe. This is Angela from Marvy's hospital. I trust you received our mail.""Hi... Angela. Yes, I received your mail. Ad before you start, I promise, I will send the money soon," I rushed out.She sighed. "We're running a business here, Miss Marlowe. And soon isn't a definite date we can work with."My shoulders sagged. "I really can't make any dated promises, Angela.""I understand, Miss Marlowe. But If we're going to keep your mother here, we'll need something to work with," she replied, her tone soft.I dropped to the floor, at the foot of the bed, throwing my head back against th

[Few Minutes Earlier]Christopher's POV"Since when did you become so incompetent, Marcus?" I groaned, slamming the papers to my desk.He didn't respond."At this rate I should just post the full advert online and wait for the flood of women to come marching. Maybe then I'll find what I want.""I assure you, sir. That would be unwise," Marcus said.I huffed, grabbing the papers as I got up. "What about the last candidate?""She isn't here, sir. Probably not going to show up."I snorted. "It's going to be a waste of my time, anyway. Even if she does show up, send her away.""Understood, sir."I walked out of the office and into the elevator, my brows pinched tightly as I began scanning the files again.Annie Watson — Gold digger.Vanessa Wade — Promiscuous.Samantha Cole — Desperate for publicity.Chloe Benjamin — Far too curious.I was so engrossed in the file that I barely registered the elevator doors sliding open.Madeline Bri—I looked up as soon as I sensed movement in front of m

"I said Mr Kstervenchi is married—""I heard what you said, asshole," I cut in with a scowl. "He's married and I'm expected to have his baby? What the hell is going on?""Due to complications from an accident, Mrs Kstervenchi cannot bear Mr Kstervenchi anymore children.""So... what does he need more kids for if he has children."His lips turned down, displeased."They had one. And they lost the child in the accident."It was like someone had doused cold water on me. I blinked, willing my gaze to focus on anything except him."I'm sorry to hear—""I believe you can save that for Mr Kstervenchi."Silence settled between us, broken only by the soft hum of the AC."Why has Mr Kstervenchi chosen to hurt his wife because of something that wasn't her fault?" I clutched my purse tightly as my eyes began to water. "It's just so unfair," I whispered.Marcus didn't respond, I could feel his gaze roaming across my face."I cannot begin to tell you how much Mr Kstervenchi loves his wife, Miss Mar

The coffee had long gone cold, and what remained was a sour, shit-like taste on my tongue. I smoothed my dress before adjusting myself on the sofa for the tenth time."We'll discuss this later, Marcus. Let me attend to Miss Marlowe," Mr Kstervenchi said."Yes, sir." I stared at Marcus, silently begging him to stay. He glanced at me, a tiny smile playing on his lips as he walked out. My gaze followed his retreating form until the door closed behind him. Then silence followed. I tucked my hands between my thighs, my toes curling tightly."Miss—""I am deeply sorry, Mr Kstervenchi. I didn't mean to push you out—"He chuckled, cutting me off. "If I were upset about what you did, we wouldn't be sitting here about to finalize a contract, would we?"I let out a relieved exhale. "Did you read through everything carefully?"I nodded."How do you like your new home?"I cleared my throat. "I actually asked for an apartment—" I paused, pursing my lips. "Not a house." I leaned forward a bit, squ