When billionaire Brett Thorne found me, I was literally rolling up my sleeves, about to sell my blood to save my mother. “A hundred million dollars. Have my child, and there’ll be a bonus on top.” He said. Staring at the colossal sum on the agreement, I signed without a moment’s hesitation. A year later, I successfully gave birth to triplets. Gazing at my two adorable baby boys and one girl, tears welled in my eyes as I clutched my bag, ready to leave. Brett grabbed my arm, pulling me back into his embrace. “Chloe, are you really that heartless? You got the money, and now you just want to run?” His reddened eyes confused me. Hadn’t I done everything exactly as the agreement stipulated? But before I could even answer, His childhood sweetheart, Valentina, stormed in, radiating fury. “Sign it. I’ll get your mother the best medical team.” Brett Thorne, the most powerful man in the city, held no warmth in his icy expression as he pushed a document toward me. My body trembled as I read the bold words: *Surrogacy Agreement*. I was twenty-two, single, and had never even held a guy’s hand. But I had no choice. My mother was still in the ICU. I picked up the pen and signed the agreement, gritting my teeth. It’s just one child, right? I’ll just grit my teeth and do it. Seeing my signature, Brett’s cool voice broke the silence. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep this absolutely confidential. After the birth, if you wish to continue your studies, I can send you abroad.” “However, from then on, this child will have nothing to do with you. You mustn’t try to get involved, because I already have someone I love.” He seemed worried about something, emphasizing that last part. I opened my mouth, wanting to ask why, if he had a beloved, he wasn’t having a baby with her. Looking at his deep eyes, his noble and detached expression… well, the world of the super-rich was truly beyond my comprehension. They probably ordered everything on the menu, while I was lucky to afford a single entree. My job was just to take the money and do what was asked. Even though my heart ached a little as I accepted the check, I was still incredibly happy. My mother was saved. No sooner had we settled the details than the doctor informed me that my mother had been transferred to the best monitoring unit, with specialists from New York consulting on her case. I couldn’t help but glance at Brett with gratitude. No wonder he was the city’s richest man; his efficiency was unmatched. My mother’s surgery went smoothly. Brett arranged for two nurses to care for her, and naturally, I returned to his estate with him. That evening, after dinner, I showered and, feeling incredibly nervous, sat on the edge of the bed. My hands were gripping the silk sheets so tightly, they almost shredded into tassels. It wasn’t until Mrs. Davis, the housekeeper, brought in a special health tonic that I learned Brett had gone to see Valentina, his childhood sweetheart. I cautiously asked Mrs. Davis and found out that Brett and Valentina had grown up together. Brett doted on her immensely; she was the “loved one” he’d mentioned. But Valentina, spoiled rotten, had no desire to marry or have children. She had publicly declared her decision to be child-free, as children would interfere with her enjoying life. Brett’s father had a health scare and wanted to see a grandchild soon, but Valentina absolutely refused to marry or have a baby at this time. So, Brett started looking for other options, eventually finding that my genes were the cleanest, and my physical constitution was excellent. I collapsed onto the bed, utterly deflated. I’d actually thought my extraordinary looks had attracted the CEO. Turns out, my reproductive system was just ‘high quality.’ Brett left me alone in the mansion for a week, not appearing once. Meanwhile, Mrs. Davis meticulously prepared a variety of nourishing meals for me every day. Finally, on the eighth evening, I’d showered and was happily lounging in bed, watching a show, when Brett suddenly pushed the door open. “Today is your ovulation period. We can proceed.” Brett entered, immediately taking off his jacket and loosening his tie, while I stared at him in surprise. I’d been enjoying these past few quiet days so much that I’d completely forgotten our arrangement. Brett walked over and gently gripped my chin. I nervously swallowed. That night, there wasn’t a single word exchanged. All I knew was that Brett had incredible stamina, keeping me entangled with him for five intense rounds. By the last time, I was furious. I bit down hard on his shoulder. It was the first time I heard him gasp, uttering a soft reprimand, “Are you a dog? Biting people like that.”
The next day, I woke up, and the sun was already pouring into the room. I clutched my aching lower back as I shuffled to the dining table, eating the toast Mrs. Davis had brought. In my mind, I cursed Brett a thousand times. Did having a baby have to be this torturous? Wasn’t one time enough? He must have felt like he got shortchanged and wanted to make up for it. Just as I was aggressively poking a piece of bread, imagining it was Brett, a shrill voice cut through the front door. “So you’re the little slut who climbed into Brett’s bed?” Before I could even stand up to see her face, she was already in front of me, delivering a sharp slap across my face. “Slut! Don’t play innocent. You just deliberately waited at the hospital, pretending to be pitiful to get Brett’s attention.” I froze, dumbfounded. When did I ever wait at a hospital to seduce Brett? Could I even *seduce* someone like him? I started to get angry. Yesterday, I was exhausted and sore, and this morning, I was greeted with a slap across the face. This was too much. I was a twenty-first-century college student, not their slave. Okay, I admit I felt a little like a slave. Thinking that, I actually teared up from sheer frustration. “Valentina, I don’t know what I did to upset you, but what gives you the right to just barge in and hit me?” Valentina arrogantly tilted her head, her hand raised again. “What gives me the right? The right that Brett is *my* man, and you’re just some shameless hussy?” But the slap didn’t land. Instead, I heard Brett’s urgent voice. “Valentina, stop it!” Brett burst in, grabbed my arm, and pulled me back. “Didn’t we agree? Why are you here, laying hands on her?” Valentina roared back, “Are you actually falling for her? Why did you stay here all night yesterday?” Brett’s gaze darkened, falling on my swollen face. He finally lowered his voice. “I was just too tired yesterday, and I fell asleep.” He then pulled Valentina into his arms. “There, there. It won’t happen again. You know how I feel about you, don’t you? You also know Grandpa’s pushing for a child.” Seeing Brett soften his voice to appease her, Valentina finally smiled, satisfied. “Then I want shrimp, and you have to peel them for me.” Brett nodded, tapping her forehead. “Fine, I’ll peel them. But no more hitting anyone.” “And you’re not allowed to stay here overnight anymore!” The two of them walked out the door, talking. As she stepped through the doorway, Valentina glanced back at me with a mocking, disdainful look, her smile full of arrogant scorn. A sudden pang of sadness hit me, and I couldn’t help but touch my burning cheek. Once upon a time, I was my mother’s precious darling. She’d save both drumsticks for me when she made chicken stew, braid my hair beautifully, and tell me I was the prettiest little princess. That night, Brett didn’t come home. Instead, he sent a pile of gifts: from designer dresses to diamond necklaces and watches. I didn’t feel excited. I just quietly put them away in the closet. I shouldn’t have been upset, but I couldn’t help feeling sad. Sigh. I’d only had two good days, and now I was being melodramatic. It was just a slap and a few insults; it wasn’t a big deal. Thinking that, I touched the damp corner of my eye and asked Mrs. Davis to make me some more chicken soup, which I gobbled down two big bowls of.
Brett returned three days later. He just stared longingly as I drank my chicken soup, not saying a word. I quickly stood up to ladle him a bowl, awkwardly saying, “I made it. If you’re not picky, give it a try.” Brett immediately sat down, took a spoonful, and tasted it. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled softly. “Not bad at all. It smells delicious.” Mrs. Davis chimed in at just the right moment. “Mr. Thorne, Chloe isn’t just good at soup. Her fish is excellent, and her steaks are even better than mine.” As she spoke, she brought out the fish I had just prepared. Brett, intrigued, picked up a piece of fish with his fork. His eyes narrowed again, and he took several more bites. “Amazing. Better than any five-star restaurant. The meat is tender and full of natural flavor.” I couldn’t help but feel a little proud. “I marinated this fish in aromatics for thirty minutes, making sure to gently scrape off any surface slime. Then I pan-fried it on medium heat for five minutes, added a dash of soy sauce and caramel color, and let it simmer for half a minute before adding water and boiling it rapidly for ten minutes to reduce the sauce.” Perhaps to humor me, Brett actually finished two bowls of rice and two bowls of chicken soup with the fish. That night, after showering, I tucked myself into bed, assuming he’d just digest for a bit and then leave. But moments later, he walked in, wrapped only in a towel. I immediately tensed up, looking at Brett and stammering, “Brett, it’s only been three days. It’s too soon to tell. We need a few more days.” As I spoke, I pulled the blanket tighter and scooted back. Brett didn’t say anything. He just walked to the bed, sat down, gently gripped my chin, and softly stroked my cheek. “Does it still hurt?” “Valentina has been spoiled rotten. Don’t hold it against her.” He then reached out and pulled me into his arms. Feeling the warmth of his chest, my tears suddenly flowed, uncontrollable. Agreeing to be a surrogate for money had already left me tossing and turning every night. And then to be slapped and called a slut, utterly powerless to refute it. These were all facts. Feeling my tears, Brett sighed above my head, then his lips, warm and tender, pressed against mine. He nibbled, little by little, slowly exploring my mouth. Brett gently kissed me again and again, until the breath was completely drawn from my lungs, leaving me gasping for air. This time, Brett once again physically demonstrated his impressive stamina. In my anger, I refused to give in easily, but ultimately, I was defeated and sank into a deep sleep. When I opened my eyes again, it was already bright outside. I turned my head and my eyes widened. “You haven’t gone to the office yet?” Before Brett could answer, Valentina’s furious shout echoed from downstairs. “Brett Thorne, you bastard!” Then came a crash, likely a piece of porcelain breaking in the living room. My beautiful flowers, which I’d just bought yesterday afternoon, were probably ruined. I quickly dressed and got out of bed, like a mistress caught in the act, urging Brett. Before we could even get downstairs, Valentina stormed up. She rushed over, grabbed my hair, threw me to the floor, and then kicked me. This time, I heard Brett’s furious roar. “Valentina, what are you doing?!” Brett said, pulling Valentina away and shielding me behind him. Valentina was enraged. “Brett Thorne, you’re yelling at me for this cheap slut?!” Brett’s face darkened. “Valentina, can you stop being so unreasonable? She’s just having a child for us, and *you agreed to it*.” Valentina threw herself into Brett’s arms, flailing wildly. “Do you really need a child so badly?!” “Brett Thorne, you’re nothing but a stud! You just want to sleep with women! Tell me, are you tired of me? Looking for someone gentler?” As she spoke, she tried to kick me again, over Brett’s shoulder. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to! You cheap sluts who sleep for money always use every seductive trick in the book to lure men like Brett! Have you no shame?!” Seeing her words grow uglier and uglier, Brett pushed her away, roaring, “Valentina, that’s enough! Do you have any class at all?!” Valentina yelped as she fell to the floor, then glared at Brett with a twisted expression. “Brett Thorne, you bastard! You actually hit me for this slut!” “I’m breaking up with you!” With that, she grabbed a high heel and hurled it at Brett, then burst into tears and ran downstairs.
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