Against The Storm

Chapter One   Cassandra's POV   New Orleans, Louisiana   "Good morning.Welcome to Totally cute. How can I help you?" I said as two handsome young men walked in. One is fairly tall, dressed in a black tuxedo with black long hair that was properly arranged at the back of his head. Piercing blue eyes stare at me, almost daring me to look away. The other, who seemed like his butler, is a little shorter than his employer. He was dressed in a brown suit and had blonde hair. Both are undoubtedly handsome.   "Lucas, get something you think is perfect for Emelia so I can get out of this place."

Chapter Three Cassandra's POV "What!" I was very surprised at the condition she gave me. "You heard me right," Emelia said. "No, I can't do it. I just met you minutes ago and now you are asking me to be your surrogate, I can't believe this. I am sorry I can't help you, I don't even trust you." I stood up from my seat in anger. "You should find someone else," I added. "I can give you any amount you want and think about your brother," "I'll find a solution to that but I can't do this. I can't get pregnant now, that is a really big decision," I was getting annoyed. "Fine, but if you change your mind don

Chapter Five   Cassandra's POV   "You." We both said in unison.   "What are you doing here?" He asked.   "Do you guys know each other?" Emelia looked confused. Nobody answered. We both continued staring at each other like hawks about to attack their prey.   "What is she doing here?" The prince asked Emelia.   "She is the lady I told you about. We met at the mall and she has agreed to be a surrogate for us." Emelia smiled awkwardly.   "Surrogate!" He repeated.   "Yeah, do you know her?" Emelia asked again.   "Of course not, I was just surprised to see a strange

Chapter Seven Cassandra's POV I woke up feeling all groggy and hungry. I stood from the bed and walked over to the bathroom to take a warm shower which by the way was very refreshing, I went into the walk-in closet and picked up a straight white off-shoulder dress which hung onto my body bringing out all of my curves. I wasn't comfortable with the dress but I had no other option than to wear it since Mr arrogant doesn't want me to wear my old clothes, apparently, it was cheap and demeaning to his status. I let my hair flow free on my shoulder and slipped my legs in pink flat shoes. Who knew in a matter of weeks I'll be living with the prince of Andalusia, carrying his child and wearing fancy clothes. I thought as I went down to the stairs to the kitche