The Billionaire's Surrogate Wife

Sofia Brown lay on the cold operating table, staring at the glaring surgical light.

The doctor held a long catheter and inserted it into her body.

"Inject the sperm."

"Slow down."

"Very good, it has reached the uterus and implanted smoothly."

After hearing the doctor's words, Sofia felt a mixture of emotions in her heart.

At eighteen years old, she never imagined that she would become a surrogate mother in the prime of her youth.

Her father was imprisoned, her mother was on the verge of death, and she needed money. She had no other choice.

Sofia was pushed out of the operating room by a nurse.

Soon after, a middle-aged woman in professional attire approached her.

"Miss Brown, the surgery went smoothly. We have arranged the best doctors for your mother's condition." Rachel Lee was the assistant of the employer's family. "According to the contract we signed before, once you successfully conceive, you must withdraw from school as soon as possible and devote yourself wholeheartedly to the pregnancy until the safe delivery of the child."

Sofia nodded with teary eyes.

She subconsciously touched her belly. Was this underdeveloped uterus really going to nurture a stranger's child?

And there was her first time.

Tears quietly flowed down her face, and happiness was no longer associated with her.

Sofia thought that after the last artificial insemination, she would have a successful delivery.

But she didn't expect it to fail.

"Miss Brown, since the last surgery was unsuccessful, take this time to rest your body. I will send a car to pick you up in a few days." Rachel looked serious.

Sofia was puzzled, "Mrs Lee, do I need to have another surgery?"

"No! Wait for my arrangements."

Sure enough, a few days later, Rachel sent a car to pick up Sofia at the school gate.

Sofia was taken to a villa.

"Miss, the young master will come over tonight. Please clean yourself up. He likes clean and innocent women." The villa servant said.

Sofia clenched her fists and nodded slightly.

The thing she feared the most was finally coming.

Since it was surrogacy, it meant that no matter how, she had to give birth to the employer's child!

After taking a bath, the villa servant gave her a set of lingerie.

The lingerie was made of transparent gauze, and wearing it was almost the same as not wearing anything.

The bedroom was very dark, with only moonlight shining through the curtains, dim and ambitious.

Sofia stiffened her body, lying on a strange bed, shivering.

The door creaked open.

In the dim light, a tall black figure stopped by her bed.

Her nervous heart almost jumped out of her chest.

The man was backlit, and she couldn't see his appearance at all.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, emitting a cold aura: "Are you an adult?"

"Ah?" Sofia was stunned for a moment, trembling as she spoke, "Um, I just turned eighteen."

He was silent for a moment.

"You're so young!" His voice sounded surprised, almost mocking.

Sofia thought he might change his mind.

But she had already taken half of the money, and the other half was still pending.

She was afraid he would suddenly change his mind, afraid that everything she had endured before would be for nothing.

Besides, she didn't care about going through more hardships...

She quickly said, "No, sir, I'm not young... The doctor said I'm healthy and can do it..."

Seeing that he didn't respond for a while, Sofia couldn't help but say again, "I'm really sorry about the last surgery... I was really careful... But I don't know why it failed... Sir, I'm an adult now, I'm not young anymore..."

If it wasn't for her mother, she wouldn't have lowered her voice in front of a stranger like this before.

Enduring the bitterness, Sofia hated herself for feeling helpless and humiliated at this moment.

The man still had a cold demeanor: "I'll give you a chance to regret."

"No!" Sofia almost cried out, "I don't regret it..."

The fact was, she couldn't regret it!

Her mother's illness didn't allow her to regret.

The man stood by the bed, and she finally heard the sound of him unbuttoning his clothes.

The room was very dark, so dark that she was frightened.

She clutched the blanket tightly, as if it was her last refuge.

Soon, the man leaned over and gently pressed down on her...

She smelled the masculine fragrance on him.

This was the first time she had such close contact with a man.

He lifted the blanket, not giving her a chance to escape.

"Are you nervous?" His tone was somewhat sarcastic, "First time?"

Her body trembled a little, and she swallowed bitterly, "It's... and it's not..."

"Hmm?" In the darkness, his gaze flickered with a hint of emotion, "Not quite the first time? That's a fresh take!"

"My first time was during the last surgery..." She spoke with some shyness and embarrassment.

She gave her first time to a cold and sterile operation.

Could there be anything more absurd and ridiculous than that?

His body paused for a moment, and he whispered in her ear, "Very good, you are still innocent."