Embryo Adoption Horror Stories Novels & Stories

"This is wonderful news." "It's terrifying news," Emma corrected, voice muffled against his shoulder. "After what happened last time. And now with Katie..." "Katie?" Franklin asked, puzzled. "Our surrogate," Emma explained, wiping her eyes. "We've signed contracts. She's preparing her body to receive our embryo. And now I'm pregnant naturally, against medical odds, and I don't know what to do." Franklin guided her back to her chair, his expression thoughtful. "Does Aleksander know?"

I had been a mere pawn in his treacherous game, a game that had played out without my knowledge or consent. My eyes finally landed on a highlighted sentence in the file. It stated- **Very important point - Emilia's parents are not her birth parents. Emilia is adopted. And she is unaware about this truth.** I felt the biggest shock in my life. I never knew I was adopted. No one ever told me about it. Not even my family. Not even my own husband. The truth was horrible. I keep getting shocks one after another. The man I had once loved, the man I had believed was capable of change, was revealed as a monster.

Embry’s hoarse voice whispers in my ear, when he moves to the ground with me in his arms. “I’m so sorry, I can’t imagine how much I disgust you,” I cry into his shoulder, gripping onto him as tight as I can half expecting him to shove me away being pregnant with another man’s child. “Shhh, don’t talk like that. You have nothing to be sorry for. You’ve done nothing but survive and keep us alive. If anyone should be sorry it’s Jonathan and I for not being able to get you and Liliana out of here,” Embry’s shoulder shakes, making me gaze up into his eyes to see tears streaming down his cheeks.

As soon as I said those words, the doctors who were still congratulating me fell into stunned silence. They knew how much I had suffered to get pregnant, so they never expected to hear those words from me. “Madam Jenkin, this pregnancy might be your only chance to have a baby. It’s been extremely difficult for you to get pregnant. You must think this through carefully!” The doctor patted my shoulder heavily, which shattered my resolute thoughts to abort the baby. Over the past six years, I had been put through thirty-eight rounds of in vitro fertilization. After I endured pain beyond most normal people suffered, I finally had this baby whom I longed for. Did I really have to give it up after

“Politicians. Wealthy donors. Men with perfect public families and rotten private lives. St. Matthews wasn’t just falsifying donor records. They were moving embryos. Creating heirs for people who couldn’t risk scandal. Destroying evidence when women asked questions. Trading genetic material like it was property.” Bile rose in my throat. My hand went to my stomach again. Vivienne saw it and looked away. “Liliane found names,” she continued. “Not all of them, but enough. She found payment chains, private adoption agreements, illegal surrogacy contracts. Women pressured into silence. Embryos mislabeled or redirected. Donors erased. Children born into families built on fraud.” Colton’s face had

"That can't be right. It just can't. Sally, you're lying to me, right? You must've hired actors because you knew you were on your way out. They're all actors, and this is all a setup, isn't it..." Hodson spoke up, his voice chilling. "If you don't want people to find out, you shouldn't have done it in the first place..." James crumpled to the floor while Mandy had already started freaking out. It was my turn to tower over them. "Once I knew that kid wasn't mine, I decided to end the pregnancy. I had Hudson with my own embryo… To make it happen, my Hudson was born early by C-section. I picked up an orphan to see the look on your faces, and boy, was it worth it."

“Oh. So her name is Emily, huh? What happened to her, then?” “Emily and I were victims of a baby factory business. We were kidnapped along with a group of other ladies and forced to sleep with men against our will until we got pregnant. We deliver and then our babies get taken away from us and sold for profit which we never get a share of. We never get to see the kids or what they look like, we only feel the pain of labour of losing the child.” I watched as Bianca told the sad story. I didn’t know my heart would be this touched upon hearing her speak this way. I instantly forgot about my disturbed evening and paid attention.

She slammed the mug onto the table, rushed over, and snatched the phone from my hand so roughly her nails nearly tore my skin. “Are you sick, Lucas Barner?” She locked the screen at once. Her eyes reddened as outrage flooded her voice. “You went through my phone, and you think you have the right to question me?” I pointed at the adoption book on the table, my hand shaking despite myself. “I’m asking you who that pinned contact is. And why is your best friend's son adopted as my son?” Sophia drew a sharp breath. Tears spilled down her cheeks. “Noah’s mother was Grace Spencer. She was my best friend in college. She died suddenly and left behind nothing but a letter and her son.”

He had shared this already with Lucinda, but not in detail. He said, "So, Mother, apparently, Braeton Reprotect had a scientist who broke the code of ethics and used the embryos stored in the lab for herself." "That's terrible. That is just terrible!" Lucinda exclaimed. "Poor parents who tried hard to get pregnant, only to lose them!" "Yes, exactly," Paul acknowledged. "Mother, Father, there is no easy way for me to tell you this, but I believe... your embryo was part of the group the scientist had stolen."

“Where did you get these?” “Mira gave them to me,” Irene whispered. “She… she was a fertility patient at the same hospital. She’d been struggling to have a child for years, and she was desperate—so desperate that when a woman approached her, promising a clean adoption, she agreed without asking too many questions. She paid for it. The woman handled everything. Said the mother didn’t want the child. That she’d signed off on it, that it was all legal, that the mom forged the documents to make it look like the baby died because she didn't want it.” Her voice shook, but she went on.