The Surrogate for My Don
I was Don Victor’s secret wife for five years, hidden away like a dirty little secret.
He made me a promise. Give him an heir, and he’d show me to the world. I’d be the Donna everyone envied.
But there was a catch. A lie. His doctor told me I was barren.
Victor held me while I sobbed, kissing my face. "Baby, we can still do IVF. I want a child from you. Only you."
So I took the pain. Five years. 999 needles. I was finally pregnant on Christmas Day.
I ran to his office to share the news, only to find him buried deep inside another woman.
Julia. A Mafia princess from another family.
The betrayal hit me. I turned to leave, tears in my eyes, but then I heard a truth I couldn't escape.
"Don't you worry, my princess. The baby in Maria's belly? It's ours. Your egg, my sperm. She’s just the perfect vessel."
My hand trembled. I backed away, silent.
Then I made a call. A lawyer. "I don't care what it costs. I want a divorce from Don Victor."