His Surrogate Fled, He Never Stopped
"I'm afraid I need you to be more specific, Aria. Which conditions are you referring to?"
The silence stretched between us. I could practically hear her pride shattering, each second of hesitation another piece falling away. This wasn't just about securing an heir—this was about establishing the fundamental power dynamic that would govern our entire arrangement.
She needed to understand, completely and unequivocally, that I held all the cards.
"I agree to..." The words caught in her throat, and I heard her take a shuddering breath. "I agree to be your surrogate."
"Still too vague," I said smoothly, leaning back in my leather chair. "I want to hear you say it clearly, Aria. No euphemisms, no
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