Chapter 1

Sofiya

I just got a call telling me that I've been accepted to be a surrogate mother. I'm happy and scared at the same time.

I'm 25 years old and my name is Sofiya Wendel. Ethan is the name of my little brother. When my brother was born, our mother died, leaving me with a new baby. I didn't know anything about babies or how to care for them at that point. I was able to raise him with the help of God and our good neighbor, Miss Maria. The doctors found out that he has a heart problem and that he needs surgery as soon as possible before his condition gets worse.

I had to stop going to school and start working different jobs in different places. I tried really hard to get the money for my brother's surgery, but I couldn't come up with the full amount.

I decided to become a surrogate mother so I could make enough money, but I didn't think my looks would help me get accepted so easily.

I'm so happy that at least half of the money I need for my brother's surgery will come to me.

The doctors told me that my brother will have to stay in the hospital until the day of his surgery.

I had to tell Miss Maria that I had gotten a job in another state and that it would pay enough. She didn't ask me what kind of job I'll be doing, which was both a surprise and a relief.

Miss Maria, if you could... When she stopped me, I couldn't finish what I was saying.

Honey, don't worry, I'll take care of him. Just go get money for his surgery. Okay. She replied, "Alright, Miss Maria." We really appreciate you being there for us all the time. I said.

I love you both as much as if you were my own children. She told him, "We also love you."

" Hugs."

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I told both my brother and Miss Maria goodbye. I took a taxi to the given address. We were the only ones in the middle of these thick woods as the cab drove through them. They were very large and full of trees. Still, it was quiet. I said to myself.

When the cab got to where I was going, I paid and got out. As soon as I got out of the car, I saw a beautiful, big house. It looks like a mansion that can hold a lot of people, like thousands.

When my name was called, I was still lost in the beauty of the house. I turned away from the house to look at the person who was calling my name.

She was about 40 years old.

"Is that you, Sofiya Wendel?"

"Yes, that's me, Miss."

"Follow me, please."

She took me inside the house and led me down the long hallway. I stood still in the hallway and looked up at the huge, never-ending stairs.

She shook her head and made a sign for me to follow her. We got in the elevator that goes to the second floor. "Wow, this house has its own elevator? We should have taken the stairs. I asked her. She looked up and down at me.

"Why do you want to know?" She did.

I'd like to use them because they look so pretty. I'd be happy to use them. She gave me a blank look that I can't figure out.

We got out when we got to the sixth floor. We went by two doors that were closed and stopped at the third one with two doors. She gave me a small nod and pointed for me to come in.

Should I go in before I knock? I asked.

Please go inside, where Alpha is waiting for you. She said, "Okay, fine, but why is she so crazy?"

I opened the two doors and walked into what looked like an office. It was a big office with double bookcases on both sides, two huge black leather couches, a huge black solid wood desk, and a leather chair. And this place smells so good.

Have you finished your checks? From behind, a deep man's voice said. When I turned around, I saw a tall, good-looking man standing in the door frame of what I thought was a bathroom. He was leaning against the jamb and had both hands in his pants pockets. He has blue eyes and dark brown hair. His body is strong and muscular. He's so big! From where I stand, I can't even reach his chest with my shoulders.

UHM.... How are you? My name is....

I recognize you and know why you came. He said.

What's up with these people? I asked myself. He walked by me and sat down in front of his desk. Please, you can sit down. He said and I did so.

"So, Miss Sofiya," she said. "Yes."

Why do you want to carry a child for someone else? He asked. "Because I need money to pay for the surgery my brother needs. I answered.

"Why is your brother in need of a surgery?

I told him the whole story and why I'm doing it in a few words. He was quiet for a while, as if he was trying to figure out what to say next.

How much will the surgery on your brother cost? He asked. It's $250,000. I replied.

But the contract says that you will be paid $80,000."

How are you going to pay for something with that little money? He asked. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything.

If you agree to have sex with me, I'll give you three hundred and seventy thousand dollars. He said.

"What'll you do?"

I asked him again as if I hadn't heard him before.

I want you to get pregnant normally with my child. He said. Not by having a child? I asked. No. If you agree, though. He answered.

After giving it a lot of thought, I decided to take him up on his offer. Yes I'll do it. So that my brother can stay healthy. I thought I said the last part.

So, that's that. He said.

You'll have your own room and a credit card that you can use to buy whatever you want or need. But it can't be taken back. For two weeks, you will sleep in my room and have sex with me every day. You can't leave without my protection or permission. And last but not least, you won't have boyfriends as long as you're pregnant. You'll only belong to me after you sign that paper.

Here is the contract. After reading it carefully, you can sign it. My name is already there. He said.

He gave me the paper contract and a pen to sign it. Due to nerves, my hands were shaking. He saw that my hands were shaking, so he told me to take my time. I didn't want to see what would happen. The amount is a lot and is enough to pay for the hospital and save for myself.

I wrote my name on the paper and gave it back to him.

"Now or never," he said.