Novel & Cerita Surrogate Father Raw

Imani gritted through her teeth despite her lawyer urging her to stop. “Famke Noor is Precious’ biological mother, proven with DNA. There are no documents anywhere which would support she gave her up for adoption. Your son paid a lot of money to keep a lot of mouths shut, Mrs. Robinson because he duped a woman and stole her child. The only doctor who documented anything about a surrogacy was Ms. Noor’s own personal doctor who Mr. Robinson secured for her. It was only in one place at the beginning of the care she provided where she documented Ms. Noor mentioned in passing, she was having a child for her friends, the Browns. The Brown’s, Mrs. Robinson. She was having the Brown’s baby, not the

I accord him the needed respect. "PA?" the man repeated. "A pregnant PA," he said, and I shifted my gaze to my belly, wondering how he knew, but I remembered what Eve said to me: every wolf can tell you are pregnant. "So, you are my son's chosen surrogate," I heard him say. Is that Damien's father? I thought, staring at the man in silence. "Whatever you have planned in your head, remember this: you are not family and will never be family. Once you deliver my son's child, we will send you away," he said.

"It is our responsibility to make sure you are safe at all times being our surrogate and all." Penelope shut her eyes for a brief second. She was tired of being deemed as nothing but a surrogate. Almost as if she wasn't human before being a surrogate. But she brought it on herself. The downline was that she didn't expect any of these to happen. Falling for Killian and his wife making the miraculous return of the century. The reason she had taken the offer without giving it a second thought was because of her brother. One who survived. But a deal is a deal. She couldn't back out after fulfilling her wishes.

Max shouted, holding his pregnant wife for support. “You’re lucky Penelope is alive. I would have skinned that son of yours right in front of you and ripped your unborn child from that whore’s womb. You know me, Max; you know why they call me the devil. It’s because I never quit, and you have awakened the devil. And if you didn’t know, Ruth was my surrogate parent. I’m not a bastard like you, Max. After all, Father never married your mother,” Silvio said, watching as Max’s anger boiled over. "You liar! My mother was my father's wife until the very end," he began, but Silvio rolled his eyes in response.

Little wonder, Taylor had always had his eyes on Nexara, and he wouldn't hesitate to take it over if Dad ever willed it to him. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I sank back into my opulent office chair. This was the reality of my life—business, family legacy, wife... and now, a surrogate. It was all starting to feel overwhelming. But I had to stay positive. I was a man, after all. My mind drifted to Viella. A pang of guilt hit my chest. When did I become such a monster? Me? Lance? Hitting my wife? The stress had been getting to me, no doubt about it.

I woke up earlier than my husband. He was still snoring his life away, but I had barely slept last night. Today we are supposed to be bringing our firstborn through surrogacy home. It's a baby girl, and we have named her Rita. I can't quite explain why now, but I am terrified. Yes, I have been pushing Alexander to have a baby, and yes, I want nothing more than to raise our daughter with my loving husband. And yes, I love our little girl already. But there is a what-if at the back of my mind I can't seem to ignore. What if I become an asshole of a father like my old man? Or if Alexander takes his old man's demons? What then? What will happen to our precious little girl? None of us knows what

When they realized she would never bear children. At least they'd managed to have Maggie. They'd managed to find a way. They'd found a surrogate, a young woman that Caroline had adored. She'd carried Maggie and given Caroline the happiest years of her life. Then the cancer had come back and killed her anyway. They both stared at the photo for a moment longer, then finally Wyatt drew in a breath and stood up from the ground. He put the picture back on the dresser. “What do you say we make some breakfast?” he asked, trying to inject some happy energy into his voice and mostly succeeding.

I whispered silently to him, “You never have to thank me for being the right man in your life.” I sighed. The doctor, after watching my third outburst, began his session. “Mrs Irving, once again I would strongly suggest surrogacy. As we all know, your father's health isn't in its best condition and I know you don't want him to die without seeing a grandchild. Moreover, you know how the board acts about having a successor.” Doctor Ross had been our family's consultant for an extremely long time, and I could understand his sympathy. My parents were his lifelong friends, and he tended to take me as a daughter, and not as a patient.

My father coughed a few times, turning a shade of red before he stood up and walked to the window, looking out in an obvious effort to avoid my gaze. “When my mate died, I mourned. Not only because I had lost the woman I loved, but because I knew that I was getting older and my time to have children was running out.” He paused, tapping his fingers against the window pane as he continued. “I met a hybrid woman who was out on her luck. She had been kicked from her pack, and was struggling to make it in the human world. We felt a sense of kinship in our loss, and so we made a deal - she would have my child, and I would pay her to be my surrogate. The hardest part of the whole thing was acting

Grandfather adds, his eyes peering into mine. I stop in my tracks and stare at the both of them in unbelief. “It was enough that you went on without my consent to get my sperm and to get me a surrogate. Making me a father against my own will. I am not in the space to jubilate with you for anything. It is your wish not mine so, enjoy the process. Except, perhaps, you would want to show me this woman.” I swallow hard and walk out of the dining hall, half hoping the anger I feel doesn’t follow me to my room.