A Surrogate For The Cold Hearted Billionaire

The monitors all beeped in sync. It was like they were wired to beep at the exact same time. Charlotte eyed in scrutiny Silas and his pale skin. He was fast asleep with a frown on his features like he was in a lot of discomfort. Well, he actually was. Her eyes rested on Chase next. His bald scalp. His body wasn't in agreement with the treatment. His podgy body had turn skinny with the twinkle of an eye. Both lads had an oxygen mask attached to their noses. Charlotte's eyes traveled to the last bed. It was empty and her heart fell to her stomach as she remembered the tragic experience from the night before. She clasped her eyes as memories from the night flooded her head and replayed like she was watching a television. She was fast asleep on the couch. The same red comfortable one she was seated in. It was the loud thud that made her shoot open her eyes and jolt up like she had sat on a pin. Her eyes scanned the room quick. Her face had softened when she didn't see a thing out of p

Jeffrey sat behind the large mahogany desk in his office, rocking the chair back and forth. The office interiors were nicely decorated and you could tell how expensive the furniture was just from the look of it. He rummaged through some files on his desk, seemingly searching for a particular one. He found it and flipped through the pages of each document, his eyes scanned the table and landed on something.Sighing heavily, he picked up the will and looked through it again. Few days ago after his father's death, they had all gathered to hear the will Connor Simmons left behind. As expected he was entitled to most of his father's properties since he was the first child and son. Estates, lands and other businesses his father once possessed were handed over to him. But Jeffrey couldn't take over them. Not until he had a child.In his will, the top wealthiest man in all of New York City had clearly indicated that before his first child, Jeffery Simmons could lay a hand on any of his proper