Surrogate Mum Mga Nobela at Kwento

she asked. Mrs. DeRoya cleared her throat, signaling that she would answer the girl. “Miss Pence, I only had one child, my son Brayden here. My husband was also an only child. So, unless Brayden produces an heir, our bloodline here in the United States is lost. What we need is a surrogate to carry the child. If you sign the contract, when the child is born you will receive one million dollars to take your siblings and go have a good life,” she said, staring at her without emotion.

Tommorow , if all went well, this world would become her past. As she climbed the three flights to her apartment, Elena tried not to think about what she was giving up. Her independence, her privacy, and nine months of her life.Instead, she focused on what she was gaining: her father's life, and maybe, just maybe, a chance at a future she'd never dreamed possible.Her roommate Rosa looked up from her nursing textbooks when Elena walked in. "How did it go?" Elena sank onto their secondhand couch. "I think I'm about to become a surrogate for a billionaire."

The thought of giving them that, of being that for them, sent a shiver through her. “Yes, sir,” she whispered. “I’ll do that for you.” Cade smiled, pleased. “I knew you wouldn’t let us down.” A pause, his gaze darkening. “We’re going to help you prepare for that,” he said. “We’ll get you used to being touched, so you won’t be sore when it matters. We intend to make you the perfect ‘surrogate’.” Her breath caught again, heat spiraling through her. The ache only sharpened.

It's not been three years since their marriage, since I left home for a fresh start because I couldn't bear to see my sister with the man I have loved all my life. Mum and Dad summoned me back urgently. Apparently, Jenna has fertility issues, and she didn't want to use a surrogate; she wanted her blood sister, rather, to have sex with her husband and bear a child in her stead. Sure, the idea of that made my heart race, but at the same time, it wasn't right, and something seemed off. "Betty, I know it's difficult but I really need this." Jenna rubbed my hair from behind and I froze.

"But circumstances have forced our hand. The baby needs the legal protection of two parents, and Grace deserves recognition for her role." "Her role was to be a surrogate," Margo hissed. "Not to step into my daughter's shoes." Grace flinched under my hand, and something inside me snapped. I'd been holding back, being respectful despite what I knew about Margo's manipulation. But hearing her reduce Grace to nothing, seeing the pain in Grace's eyes, I was done playing nice.

Mum My mother, or the woman I grew up to be living was my mother. “What?” She nods, “Susan and I were best friends throughout high school and college. We met your father in college and he liked me but Susan had always have eyes on him. Your father and I got married after college, even though susan wasn’t much into the idea of me and him being together cause wanted him, she still blessed the marriage.” She paused wiping a tear. She continues, “After we got married, your father and I wanted a child, but I had problems with childbirth. We decided to try surrogacy. Susan offered to carry the baby for us. We were so grateful.”

“Even for a moment?” Aaron’s expression didn’t waver. “You were a nobody, Rachel, I never loved you, you were just a surrogate.” The words crushed whatever was left of my heart. My mother sneered. “She is his mate. You were nothing more than a borrowed womb.” Borrowed womb. I stared at her, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm your daughter too, how can you be so cruel?” I shouted at my parents. “You were never my daughter,” my father spat.

I squeezed back instantly, giving her a reassuring smile and brushing my thumb over hers to let her know I had her. Rome took the floor next, holding up a small glass of sparkling juice. "Kyra, I don't know if anyone told you this today, but you are already inspiring. Your strength, your heart, and your love... it's impossible not to admire. And to think about this little girl she's already so lucky to have you as her mom. Cheers to Kyra and her journey into motherhood. We love you." Everyone raised their glasses, clinking softly in a beautiful chorus of support. Kyra let out a shaky, beautiful laugh, her eyes welling up again.

“That’s the name your mother, my baby sister, gave you. Anthonia Iris Callahan….you were her jewel. After six boys, she and her husband did all they could to have a baby girl. The world believed she was the one to carry you, but it wasn’t true. Iris couldn’t get pregnant anymore, not after six babies. So they got the help of a surrogate.” The word hung sharp in the air, making me jerk slightly. I gasped, nearly dropping the mug, but before it could fall to the floor with a clatter, Damien grabbed it from me, placing it on the stool beside him before his hands resumed their soft caress. “A surrogate?” My brows were furrowed, a new possibility rising in my mind. “Do you know who this surrogate

And my mother. The cries came out louder as soon as my mother came to mind. The doctors said she was responding fine and that she'd soon be on her feet. Hearing that had made me so happy, and now this... I have to go back. It's just sex, after all. And besides, it was going to be a one time as he said. But what if I didn't carry after that one time, then— Oh, God. It was already bad having to marry him and be his surrogate. It'd be worse if I do this. Then catastrophic if my mother ever found out about it.