Accidental Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire
Written By Okwuma Esther (Esther~Writes) Chapter One. (ELOISE POV) "Congratulations, Mrs. Laurent. The procedure for the sperm insemination was successful." Those exact words echoed in my mind as I stepped out of my car, barely bothering to slam the door shut behind me. A cool gust of wind brushed against my skin, carrying the sharp bite of an impending downpour. Above me, the sky darkened, the clouds shifting into a heavy shade of blue as distant rumbles signaled the storm’s approach but I didn’t give a damn. I had a huge smile tugging at the sides of my my lips. It was one I struggled to suppress as I sprinted up the stone steps toward the patio. My heart pounded, not from exhaustion but from sheer, uncontainable joy. It had been like that from the moment my best friend and fertility doctor, Ivy Reid, relayed the news to me barely an hour ago. I could feel tears pool at the rim of my eyes, as I tightened my fists around the report I had been given at the clinic. 'I still can't believe this is finally happening! I, Eloise Laurent, the woman who has been unable to conceive for several years, is now finally pregnant!' I was overwhelmed with happiness pooling in my heart as I pushed open the grand double doors of our mansion. I could only imagine how happy Damien would be when I relay the news to him. Damian would be over the moon. We had dreamed of this moment for so long, endured so much together. I imagined his arms around my waist as he pulls me into a tight hug, his breath hitching on my neck as he kisses me all over once I told him the news. My excitement was written all over me, only for me to freeze at the entrance as my blood ran cold at the sight of my mother in law, Regina Ashford, seated smugly on the couch of the living room. I could already anticipate what was to come as her gaze darted to where I stood at the entrance of the door and I swallowed hard when I saw the plain disgust displayed in her eyes. "Shit! Why does she have to be here today of all days? Why isn't she in the family estate with her husband for crying out loud?!" I cursed under my breath, hiding away the reports in my purse. To be frankly speaking, I wasn't expecting her to come around, knowing fully well that she doesn't a single chance to make my life a living hell in this house. She didn't deserve to be the first person who would know about my baby's existence. So I would rather hide the news away from her for as long as I could because she never supported me. She only rained insults at me because I was unable to birth her a grandchild... She clicked her tongue, her voice dripping with the same sarcastic tone I had grown painfully familiar with. "Well, look who decided to waltz in like she owns the place, huh?" She scoffed then let out a low, demeaning chuckle that made my stomach turn and my lips run dry. Then, as always, she went straight for the kill. "Who else would it be if not my darling daughter-in-law? The one who can’t even give the Ashford family a single heir, yet has no problem spending our fortune like she worked for it all through her miserable life!" She let out a sarcastic laugh as she glared at me. Her words landed like a slap to my face, yet she wasn’t done. "She couldn’t even be bothered to make dinner before running off to God knows where! I can only imagine how my poor son has been surviving since I left." Each word dug into me like tiny daggers, sharp and precise. And though I told myself not to let her get under my skin, I couldn’t ignore the sharp sting in my chest. I was the daughter in law who couldn't bear the Ashford family an heir. I couldn't fulfill that simple responsibility as the wife and daughter in law of the Ashford family that's why whatever I do, whatever I spend and whatever I ask for was always counted as a lavish spending and burden before the eyes of my mother in law. I swallowed hard, forcing down the lump forming in my throat. My fingers trembled slightly as I clenched them into fists. I refused to let her words sink into me. Not again. Not after everything I had endured in this house. At least not now that I was aware that I had a child forming in me. I smiled, letting her words slide like I never heard it as I spoke calmly while walking into the middle of the living room. "What would you like to have for dinner, Mother? I'm so sorry for leaving the house without making dinner. I had no idea you would be coming for a visit, plus I was in a hurry to get to the doctor's office after she informed me that my pregnancy results were out and that I should be there soon—" "What pregnancy results are you talking about, Eloise?" A deep baritone voice questioned. I immediately recognized who it was but I swear that it was a edge with something more as my eyes flickered toward him. "Oh, of course. I'm guessing Its another failed pregnancy results which only adds count to the number of evidence that proves how barren and incapable my wife is to giving me and the Ashford bloodline an heir, isn't it?" My breath hitched when I saw who was speaking. "Damien?" I muttered, stunned by the words he had spat to my face as I watched him descend the stairs but something else caught my attention. My gaze darted to his side. He had a woman clinging closely to him. She was beautiful and tall. It almost felt as if she was designed to make me feel small and insecure. Her hand rested delicately on Damian’s arm, her manicured fingers curling around his arm while she rested her head on him as if she had already claimed Damien as hers and she had that triumphant look neatly displayed on her face. But what made my stomach twist more was the undeniable swell of her stomach. I felt the blood drain out from my face. A cold wave of nausea rolled over me as I turned my wide, disbelieving eyes back to Damian, an inaudible question escaping my lips before I knew it. "What is this? Who is she, Damien?" My voice was sharp, laced with confusion as my eyes darted between my husband and the woman beside him. My gaze trailed over her slowly this time, taking in every detail. The way her delicate fingers curled possessively around his arm, the way she pressed herself close to him without hesitation. Then my eyes fell to her swollen stomach, the curve unmistakable. She was at least six or seven months pregnant. A cold shiver ran down my spine. "Who are you, and why are you clinging to my husband?" I demanded, my patience wearing thin. But instead of answering, she simply rolled her eyes and shook her head, ignoring me like I was irrelevant. I turned my attention back to Damien, expecting...no. I was hoping he would pull away from her. Instead, he allowed her to snuggle even closer, his silence cutting deeper than any words could. My chest tightened painfully at the sight of my husband standing so intimately with another woman right in front of me. "Damien, you heard me, didn’t you?" My voice trembled with frustration. "Who is she? Why is she here? And why are you letting her touch you like that?" His expression remained cold and unreadable, his indifference slicing through my heart like a blade. It was as if my questions didn’t matter. As if I didn’t matter. As if I wasn’t even standing there. A sinking feeling settled in my stomach as I shifted my gaze to my mother-in-law. The satisfied smirk on her face made my blood run cold. She knew something that I didn’t. "Mother," I said cautiously, "who is she?" My mother-in-law smirked as she stood up and gracefully walked to the end of the stairs where her son stood, not bothering to give me a face. Stopping beside them, she finally spoke. "This is Vivian Steele," she introduced, her voice dripping with something sinister. "She is Damien’s soon-to-be wife. And you, Eloise Laurent, his ex-wife." I blinked, her words slamming into my mind. "What?" My breath hitched in my throat as my heart pounded against my ribs. "What do you mean, ex-wife? We’re not even divorced! And what the hell do you mean by calling her his soon-to-be wife?" A short, humorless laugh escaped me. "This must be a joke, right? Tell me it is, mother." I whispered but she didn't say a word. She only had this smug smile curved on her lips. I turned to Damien with the hope that he would do or say something as I called his name softly. "Damien, she's joking, right? It's a prank. You can't leave me for someone else, can you? I know it is a prank." "No." That single word came from Damien, his voice emotionless and final. My breath caught in my throat as his next words shattered what was left of my world. "None of this is a joke, Eloise. Vivian will be my wife. And you will be regarded as —" he paused for a few seconds then breathed out the last words. "You will be my ex-wife, Eloise, and we are getting divorced today!" I staggered backwards, losing balance as I stared at Damien in utter shock.ELOISE POV: “Y-you, you don't mean it, Dami" I stuttered, a mirthless laugh about to escape my lips again. “You just want to get on my nerves, right? I-its a joke, a prank—” “Don't be an emotional fool, Eloise,” My mother-in-law's sharp tongue cut me off. “You're getting divorced and there's nothing that can be done about it! Vivian is more successful and supportive to Damien than you could ever be so don't you dare dream of staying in his life longer than you already did!” She warned.“No, mother. What are you saying?” I asked with tears brimming my eyes as it slowly began to blur my vision. “It's my life we're talking about here, and not that of any child or teenager. You can't just make the decisions without considering how I'd feel, the effects it would have on my life and if I agree to this divorce or not.” I choked out, the tears threatening to spill as they sting my eyes. “I am your daughter-in-law for Christ's sake, mother. Please don't do this to me. Damien loves me and
ELOISE POV:I slowly lifted my gaze to meet his as he towered over me, his expression cold and distant, so unlike the warmth I had once known.Softly, yet deliberately, I asked, never breaking eye contact. “Squandering the Ashford wealth? Bringing bad luck to your family? Damien, are you really going to stand there and act like you don’t know where that money has gone? Every cent has been for the treatments, the endless medications so I could carry your child. Did you forget? Or have you conveniently erased the fact that you supported it? That you approved it?”A bitter scoff escaped my lips, the next words stinging as I spoke them. “Or maybe you’ve also forgotten that I never needed your money. I was doing just fine, successful in my career until I gave it all up. I sacrificed everything to become the perfect housewife, just to appease your mother.”I shook my head, my voice trembling with the weight of unspoken pain. “I did it all for the sake of peace. Because she convinced herse
Eloise POVPushing open the door of the Doctor's office, I saw Ivy sitting across her work desk.She occasionally tapped her fingers on the desk anxiously while biting hard on her bottom lip. I could tell that something was eating her up, something related to me and my unborn child. My heart raced, but I tried as much as possible to keep myself in check.Wasting no further time, I walked into the office in a hurry and pulled a chair out.“Ivy, are you okay? You seem tense.” I pointed out as I sat down. Ivy flinched at the unexpected sound of my voice, and she cleared her throat as she sat upright. “I'm fine, Eloise. It's just that-” Ivy paused, staring at my belly while biting her lip.“It's just what?” I bugged her, my body growing visibly tense, no matter how I tried to conceal it. “You asked me to come here as soon as possible, yet you're keeping me in suspense, Ivy. What's wrong with my baby? Please speak to me.” Ivy breathed in and out slowly before meeting my curious gaze.
ELOISE POV:Ivy turned to me at the sudden intrusion of my voice. She looked pretty pissed off by what I said as she got closer to me."What's gotten into you, Eloise?" She demanded through her gritting teeth as quietly as she could, her fist balled on both sides of her hips. "Do you realize the situation and danger you're putting yourself in, ELOISE? This is Dante Romano we're talking about here!""And so what, Ivy?" I retorted, taking an inch toward her. "You expect me to sit back and let all you worked for go down the drain? I'm not such an ingrate and you know it."I took hold of her hands in mine and I squeezed them, my lips pressed in a thin line because the next words were hard to say as my heart was full of gratitude. "It's because of you that I can carry this child. I've gone to tons of doctors for an IVF but none of them worked out until I came to you. I can't let all you suffered go to waste when I know that I am the solution and the only way to bring us out of this." I wh
ELOISE POV:"I took a step forward. "This isn't right, Mr. Romano. You can't take my baby away from me. Isn't there another way out of this?""Or... You can just be my pretend wife in front of everyone. Including my own family. That way, you can watch him grow under my roof and your dear friend will be saved." He said, then left the office without looking back, but his scent, his cold dominating aura, and his indifference could still be perceived in the room as Ivy and I exchanged nervous and terrified glances. Goosebumps pricked on my skin. I had thought it was going to be only nine months and then I would be free to move out. The only thing that might be left was maybe the child would have to live with me for some weeks, then move in with its father for a few weeks as well, and it would carry on like that till he has come of age, but I guess my expectations were wrong. Now, I had to be his pretend wife in front of not only society and the media but also his family to save Ivy's
ELOISE POV: I clasped my hand against my lips as I sucked in a deep breath. I shouldn't laugh but I can't help it. "What are you doing down here by this time of the night?" He demanded in a deep growl, and an amused smile curled on my lips, seeing how hard he tried to straighten himself and act cold towards me after I had caught him red-handed while doing the unthinkable! "Shouldn't that be directed to you?" I smirked, my arms folded across my chest as I walked up to him in the middle of the kitchen. "What are you up to by this time of the night?" "It's none of your business." He snapped, irritated. "Just turn around and take your nosey ass back upstairs to your bedroom. I wouldn't take it easy on you if anything happens to my child." He warned, giving me a tough glare as he balled his fists on the counter where he was making the sandwich. His knuckles were balled so hard that they turned pure white. That simple reaction from him could have freaked me out or terrifi
ELOISE POV: The following morning was warm and a bit cozy, just the perfect temperature for a morning walk outside in the Romano's residential estate. I was seated on a couch in the center of the living room with my leg crossed over the other, dressed in my usual maternity gown as I read through a fashion magazine and sipped on some glass juice to while away time since I didn't really have anywhere to go or anything much to do... But let me be honest, I had a prenatal class at the hospital but didn't feel like going. Besides, I was still very young in my pregnancy trimesters to be going to classes, right? I will just go some other time, too lazy for that right now... Suddenly, I heard some precise and deliberate clicking of shoes against the marble floor. Turning my head behind me to know who it was, my lips fell slightly apart as I took in his appearance the moment my gaze came in contact with him. He was dressed in a Charcoal grey suit and grey pants, with a crisply ironed
ELOISE POV: "I don't think you should come," I said, raising an eyebrow. "It's a prenatal class, after all. What would you be doing there?"He replied, his voice steady and calm, "I'll be watching over you, making sure you don't do anything stupid that might put my baby's life at risk." His words left me speechless, rendering any argument I had planned mute.I licked my lower lips, swallowing any potential arguments I had In mind down my throat as I murmured. "Oh, I see..." "Aren't you going or did you have a change of mind? I don't have much time to waste." His voice snapped me out of my thoughts and my gaze bolted up, only to find out that Mr. Romano wasn't where I had last seen him. He was currently at the exit of the house, about to step out as his back faced me. I hadn't even heard a thing when he walked past me. "Weird..." I murmured with a frown etched on my face but then shook my head as I quickly sprinted up to him. "What are you thinking, Eloise. My mind was definitely
Dante's POV:Gently brushing the hair on her back away, I leaned closer to place a kiss on the soft spot I had had my eyes on but she suddenly moved away.She was breathing shakily, her words coming out as a fumbled pile of mess as she was unable to hold gaze with me. Shaking her head, she whispered hoarsely, backing away from me, "D-Don’t. Don’t get too close. I shouldn’t have... I shouldn’t have let it get this far. That was a mistake. So stupid..."My brows knit together, heart tightening with confusion. "Eloise, what are you—"I reached out, trying to steady her, to hold her, but she shook me off like my touch burned. She stumbled back, collapsing onto the edge of her bed, burying her face in her hands."This is humiliating," she choked out. "This is so fucking humiliating and it’s all my fault. I’m such an idiot. I. Am. Such. A. Fucking. Idiot!" Her voice cracked as she screamed the words at herself, clutching her hair in both hands, fingers digging hard into her scalp.My voice
Dante's POV:Surprised? No. I was actually stunned.I knew apologizing would be hard, but I didn’t expect it to feel this fucking impossible.Maybe I could’ve just said, “I’m sorry, Eloise.” Simple. Direct. It would've been the smarter move. But I never did that—not really. The last person I remember apologizing to was my mother, and that was years ago.And now… Eloise. I was about to make an exception. Not because I suddenly became good at saying sorry, but because I had no other choice. She needed to calm down, to come back into the bedroom and rest. All this running around...this stress...wasn’t just hurting her. It was putting the baby at risk. My baby at risk. I was left with no choice but the follow her around like a puppy going after it's momma's boobs and wincing. "God dammit, could this get any worse by the way?!" I drawled, palming my face before I went after her I found her in the parking lot this time around, crouched down and hiding behind my Mercedes as she tucked her
Dante's POV:I knew my actions, my tone, and the way I reacted around Eloise were confusing—too complicated for her to fully grasp. But what else was I supposed to do?I needed her close. Right beside me, where I could keep an eye on her. Where I could protect her. I couldn’t let history repeat itself and put the both of them in danger. No way. Still, I didn’t want her to misinterpret the care I showed. I didn’t want her reading too much into the attention, thinking it meant something... softer. It wasn't the right time yet. I just needed clarity. I needed to be sure of my assumptions because even the doctor wasn't sure. Was Eloise really Emma? The same girl who saved me five years ago?Because if she wasn’t Emma and I let her in, let her see a side of me I never show, only to find out she was someone else entirely then that would destroy me.All the time. All the energy. All the fucking emotions. Wasted.I took out my phone from my pants and quickly typed a text."Any updates yet?
Eloise POV:Dante had a long, irritated face on him as I laughed my heart out, his jaw clenching and unclenching. He seemed to be unable to bear my annoying ass any longer, so he gave me a hard glare before exiting into his dressing room. Once he went in, I quickly tossed the covers off my body and picked up my phone that I had noticed earlier on the bed side table to make a phone call to Ivy. I was already imagining the whole scenario in my head, how Ivy would be so stunned at first and then she breaks out into a loud uncontrollable laughter. It would be such a humorous gossip to share with her, especially when it has to do with him...Mr. Romano. No one would have ever guessed that this man could be such a joke. No one at all!And I bet that she would never have expected this from Dante because of how everyone got easily scared of him due to his history with being unforgiving, ruthless and commanding. Now that I thought about it, I realized that It's been quite long since we spo
Eloise POV:Dante's whole body stiffened before me after I had pushed him away.He stared down at me as my chest rose and fell, the temperature of the bathroom suddenly running cold, the running water from the faucets piercing my ears, and goosebumps began prickling my skin.I shivered as I stepped back away from him. Shaking my heard, I whispered to myself with tears brimming my eyes, my gaze dropping on the floor of the bathroom."I-I shouldn't have. This is wrong. What were you thinking, Eloise? What was I thinking? I was about to be a fool again. How could you?! Why can't I get a damn grip on my emotions?! Why do I always succumb at the slightest care and attention that I get?" I cried, sobbing as I drew back.Then I noticed Dante's approach to me but I stopped him right awat with my hand in the air before he could come any closer. "No!" Something flickered across his eyes but I didn't care to know what it was. "Don't get any closer Mr. Romano. I am an idiot, right? I know you d
Eloise POV: Beautiful? I didn't expect to hear such compliments, at least not from him. But hearing it now, I realized why he had his eyes glued to my lips earlier. He found it beautiful. But what's so special about it? It's just some pale plump lips with no touch of lip gloss on it. I don't see what's so special about it. I mumbled softly, "Oh, I see." My forced smile barely reached my eyes. "Thank you," I added, placing the napkin back on the trolley.As I watched him return to the bed, our eyes locked, and I suddenly forgot how to breathe.He climbed onto the bed, the mattress groaning beneath his weight as he closed the distance between us, never breaking eye contact.My breath caught in my throat. "Ah—what are you doing?" I stammered, my heart racing and hammering against my ribs as I instinctively shifted away from him.A wave of panic hit me. What is he up to? Why is he getting so close? Please, don’t let it be what I’m thinking…I tried to keep my voice steady, but the ner
Eloise POV: "Sir, may I come in?" Claire’s voice came from just outside the door. "Yes, you can," Dante replied, his tone casual and unreadable. Claire entered, pushing a food trolley stacked with a variety of healthy dishes. She wheeled it silently to the side of the bed and began arranging the plates on the master-table with care, something she was used to doing after serving the Romano's household for many years. "You can leave it. I’ll handle the rest," Dante said flatly, arms folded over his toned chest as he leaned against the wall. Claire paused mid-motion, clearly taken aback. It was unlike of him to take over such a task, and the surprise showed in her widened eyes. For a brief second, she stared at him, processing the shift in routine. Snapping out of it quickly, she averted her gaze and straightened up, nervously wiping her hands on her dress. "Ah—yes, Sir. I’ll be on my way now," she said, stepping back and leaving the rest untouched. Once Claire was gone, Dante m
Dante's POV:She stared at me for a while, not saying a word and looking shaken by the sudden question I asked. She seemed to be conflicted on what to say; which sort of gives me an answer to my question but I didn't want to make assumptions without confirming things first. I raised my eyebrows as I pressed once again. "Do you?" She jolted, her eyes nervously averting away from my scrutinizing gaze. She stammered, "Ah-I don't know. I have never gone by that name, and I don't think I know anyone who does . Why do you ask? Is there something..." I scoffed. I wouldn't buy such lame lies. It wasn't convincing at all and I must confess that she's such a terrible actress when it comes to feigning clueless."No, forget it," I said flatly. But that wasn't the end. I will find out the truth through one way or the other. A knock hit the door and I darted my gaze to it. "Sir, Mrs. Romano's dinner is ready and served on the dinning table," I heard Claire inform from outside the door. "Is
DANTE ROMANO'S POV: He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he lifted his gaze to meet mine. "I'm sorry, Mr. Romano. But as your personal doctor who have been treating you for years now, I needed to go through some old files of yours, you see," he spoke professionally with an edge of fear in his voice. "I need to be sure of what I'm thinking or about to say before passing down any news to you," My brows furrowed at him as he explained. "What are you thinking and how is that any of my damn business?" I snapped, clenching my jaw and fists to hold back myself. "It is, Mr. Roma—" My fists landed hard on his desk before he could complete his sentence and he jolted, dressing his seat back immediately in fear when the hit left a crack on his table. My voice was hard, reflecting how irritated and impatient I was feeling at that moment. "I am demanding to know how my wife and child is, Doctor Roy. I don't give a damn about your stupid thoughts or assumptions, you hear m