All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hired Surrogate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Livia Washington’s Point of View Cold. Dim. People’s grizzle. Three light colors simultaneously wandered around the club where I was. My taste has gone bitter. My face became grumpy as I drank the last shot of my whiskey. “You’ve drunk almost one bottle of whiskey, Livia. Stop it,” Janice; a close and trusted friend of mine said. I rolled my eyes in the air. Instead of having a one-shot glass, I got the bottle and sipped it directly. Whiskey is a hard liquor a certain person can’t drink moderately especially when her tolerance for alcohol is low. Just like me. I invited Janice to come over and be with me. Above all, she’s the only person I knew to invite and besides, Janice is the only person who can understand me.“Let’s just enjoy the night, Janice!” She only rolled her eyes at me. “I can’t drink. No one will drop you off at your house, you know that. Unless, otherwise, your husband would.” Hearing the keyword ‘husband’ made me ill. I suddenly remembered what happened yesterd

Livia Washington’s Point of View They say, some dreams are great and some bring you fearful experiences. Dreams are the number one major contributor which is the reason why everyone was successful in their dreams and that is one example of wonderful dreams. However, I can say that mine was amazing neither petrified. “Your name?” a woman who’s wearing a dress, has pale lips and short hair asked me. I stuttered. “L-Livia Washington, ma’am,” I answered. “My husband and I can’t produce a child. I need your help and in exchange, I will reward you with money at your price. Just help me…” she said, her face screaming desperation and almost pleading. Without further hesitation, I nodded my head. “Just tell me what you want me to do, Ma’am…” “First, my name is Gianna Steel. I am in a dire need of help upon giving birth to a child. I am asking you to be a surrogate mother of our child,” she said, leaving me dumbfounded. Surrogacy. Surrogacy is an arrangement, often supported by a legal

Livia Washington’s Point of View He was very fast. My heart was pounding hard as if I were catching a breath. A person might think I was running, but the car made me like this. It stopped a few meters away from me. The anger I had earlier doubled, all because of the person inside. Due to my anxiety and lack of sudden happiness, I went to where the car was and then closed my fist, hitting the top of his baby. I don’t care if he got mad, but all I knew was that I just risked my life because of his craziness. "Are you fucking going to kill me?" I stormed out, darting my vicious, firing eyes. I tried to calm myself down afterwards. I don’t know what the pronoun was of the driver, but what matters to me is that they apologize. I took a step back momentarily. When the door creaked, a foot stepped out as half of his body swayed along with him—going out. My body moved a bit as my eyes widened upon discovering who the person was. He was now standing completely in front, showing himse

Livia Washington’s Point of View Every time I see him chatting up another woman while I stand in the background and watch, my heart breaks a little more. Even though it's lunchtime, I don't feel hungry at all. For sure, I'd say Archer is already fucking or done fucking the chick that entered his office just now. I'm delighted that our lunch took precedence early on, giving me enough time to rest for a little while. My head was resting on the table as I eat biscuits in my chair, rather than walking outside to sit with my coworkers, listening plastic comments from them. It took about an hour before employees started trickling back in, some of them with a chuckle on their faces. I raised my head and watched one of the mean girls who is always talking about me behind my back leave the room. The couple's table was directly behind me. In other words, that's when I went back to work. Even though I had no intention of eavesdropping, I had to admit that the fact that my ears were attentive

Livia Washington's Point of ViewArcher managed to break the lock on my apartment. Maybe using the screwdriver I've seen outside my door. I put my keys on top of the table and then pressed the button for the dim lights to open. "Do you know what time it is already?" he inquired as if he was a caring husband waiting for his beloved wife. My eyebrows twitched. "It's just nine in the evening. Almost ten," I retorted back. "It's late. You broke my lock." Archer let out a scoff in his mouth before he drank all the wine in his glass. He stood up, walked toward where my location was until the light came across his face. He was looking at me angrily and he seemed to intuitively willing to attack me any moment from now."I'm your husband and I'm allowed to come inside my wife's house." He remarked. "As far as I can remember, you didn't treat me as one and kicked me out of your house. Tell me, what are you doing here?" Archer veered around whilst wandering his eyes throughout my apartment