ACCIDENTAL SURROGATE FOR THE RUTHLESS ALPHA
BLURB
She had fought so hard to be able to bear her husband a child for years but all her efforts proved abortive and just when she thought that all her problems were finally over.
She was faced with a brutal betrayal from her husband, taking away her family company, cheating on her and most especially tied her in the marriage.
But everything takes a drastic turn when she realizes the baby she is carrying doesn't belong to her husband, rather a cursed werewolf who could never have a child.
Thrown into the world of the werewolves, Daisy realizes she is more than she thinks, but will she be able to navigate the challenges that awaits her?
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Chapter 1
Daisy's pov
"Congratulations, Mrs Bennet. You're pregnant! The implantation worked this time"
Dr Benjamin slid the envelope across her desk, stopping just short of my fingertips.
I stared at it and slowly opened it, I couldn't believe it. After three years of trying every method just to be able to conceive, it was finally happening.
Three years, two failed implants, Countless nights crying in bathroom stalls so Finn wouldn't see.
I can vividly recall the pain that would always fill my heart, so much so that I could barely breathe
"Mrs Beneath?" Dr. BenjaminDrrrowed her eyes as she stared at me.
"Are you alright? " he furrowed his brows at me with concern.
I looked up at Dr BenjaminDrface but it was all blurred, I didn't realize whenrealisebegan rolling down my cheek.
"Yes." My voice quivered "Yes, everything's perfect. Thank you, thank you so much doctor."
,
After I left the doctor's office, I drove out of the hospital, calling Finn but each attempt went straight to voicemail.
My body felt to light, like I would float out of the car, the excitement was swirling inside of me.
I pictured what Finn's face would look like when I broke the news to him. The way his eyes would light up, the way they had on our wedding day before everything suddenly changed.
This would fix everything. This baby would bring back the man I married because lately he had been so distant from me and I understand.
I turned the wheel, tyres squealing since I had just changed my mind. I couldn't wait for him to be back from work. I'd surprise him by showing up at the office, take him to that Italian place he loved, then break the news to him.
The car came to a halt in front of the Benneth group and I stepped out of the car.
The elevator to the fifteenth floor took forever. I checked my reflection in the elevator doors, mascara smudged and my eyes red but it didn't matter. He would definitely understand.
The reception desk sat empty with Laura nowhere around.
I didn't need permission to go in, so I walked toward Finn's office, my eyes still lit up and my lips curled into a permanent smile.
I reached for the door handle but immediately came to an abrupt halt at the sound from within.
"Finn, stop, we're at the office, someone might hear us"
That was Laura's voice in a Playful and Breathy tone.
My hand froze at a spot and my heart had stopped. I couldn't breathe even if I wanted to.
"I Don't care!" His voice is lower than I have heard it in months. "Can't keep my hands off you. Even when I'm with Daisy, I'm thinking about you."
The sound that followed was wet and hungry, it was a soft moan.
The envelope slipped from my other hand. It hit the floor without sound.
"If you love me so much, why haven't you divorced her yet?" Laura's voice came through again "I'm pregnant, Finn. I've given you what she couldn't for three years"
Then there was silence, followed by movement, it was the sound of Fabric rustling.
I knew I couldn't stand there, I should either confront them or walk out of there, but the excitement in my eyes was now replaced with tears.
I badly wanted to run, but my legs were stuck, my heart broken into tiny pieces I could never recover from.
"You're right, baby. And I'm grateful. But I need her shares of Bennet Corporation first. Once she signs those over......"
"She's not stupid. Daisy won't just hand over her inheritance."
A belt buckle and I could hear the continuous sound of moaning.
"God, yes....just like that." Finn's groan rattled through the door. "Don't worry about Daisy. I have a plan. Soon she'll be out of our way for good."
My feet moved backwards, then another but I didn't realise there was a vase behind me.
I felt it tip before I heard it shatter. Water soaked through my shoes as Glass scattered across the floor.
Without thinking, I turned around to run, but only made it three steps before my heel caught a shard. I went down hard, palms skidding.
"What the hell....."
The door flew open as Finn stood there, shirt half-buttoned, belt undone. His eyes found mine. Widened in shock Then something else crossed his face.
It was a cold stare.
"Daisy." He smoothed his shirt, fingers working buttons. "What are you doing here?"
I pushed myself up, and really realised I had cut one of the shard glasses as blood filled my palm.
"I came to surprise you, guess I ended up getting surprised" Each word pierced straight into my heart like a knife.
His gaze travelled my body, the torn stockings, the wet skirt, the blood. His lip curled, just slightly but I had seen it before it disappeared.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough."
Laura appeared behind him, blouse gaping open, lipstick smeared. She didn't even have the decency to look ashamed.
"Daisy, listen......" Finn stepped forward.
"What you heard, it's not, it was a mistake. It won't happen again."
The laugh that escaped me didn't sound like mine since it was so cold and bitter hearing such an apology from him.
Never could I imagine that after three years, three years of giving my all to this man, I had to step away from the company and let him take over and now this was the apology I was faced with.
"I can see that" I spoke casually, wiping off any trace of tears from my eyes because I was not about to let them see my weakness.
Fin walked closer to me, this time he had put on a more emotional front.
"I know I messed up, I am sorry, it was all Laura who had seduced me"
"All of this because of my shares?" I called out his facade and his face immediately went blank before a dark smile curled through his lips.
"I am sorry you had to find out like this, but there is nothing any of us can do now"
"No! You are wrong, there is definitely something I can do about it, you will be hearing from my lawyer and as for working for the company, I think this would be your last"
I forced a cold smile on my face as I spoke with finality. I turned around to walk away from this shameless act.
"I am afraid Daisy, that won't be happening!" He spoke out and I came to a halt, turning around to face him.
"You won't be able to divorce me and neither can you take this company away from me!"
His lips curled up, I could see darkness I had never seen in him before, Finn was more dangerous than I had known for three years and right there, a cold shiver ran down my spine.
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7.9
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head split open from a horrific car crash.
But the pain in my skull was nothing compared to the memory burned into my retinas just before the impact: my billionaire husband, Dawson, walking into a luxury hotel with a woman who looked exactly like his dead first love.
When Dawson finally arrived at the ward, there was no panic or relief in his eyes. He just coldly looked at my bloody bandages.
"Your reckless driving just forced me to postpone the quarterly board meeting."
Even our seven-year-old son, who I almost died giving birth to, didn't spare me a single glance. He kicked my hospital bed in annoyance.
"The Wi-Fi here is garbage. You're a bad mom! Dad said Aunt Angelita should be the one living with us!"
My blood turned to ice. For five years, I had bent over backward, wearing the hideous pale dresses he picked, starving myself to maintain a fragile figure, all to be a perfect, obedient substitute for a ghost.
And this was what I got. An unfaithful husband who would rather bury me in debt than grant me a divorce, and a son who wished I was dead.
The weak, subservient Charlene died on that wet asphalt.
When the doctor pointed to Dawson and asked for his name, I looked at my husband with a hollow, defensive stare.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
Using retrograde amnesia as my shield, I was going to tear their perfect world apart.
9.1
For ten years, Ran hid in the shadows as Hollywood star Jincheng Lu's secret girlfriend and assistant, starving herself to pay for his acting classes.
On their tenth anniversary, she sat in a cheap apartment with $9.87 in her bank account, watching him slide a massive diamond ring onto a wealthy heiress's finger on live television.
When she called the number she had memorized for a decade, she only heard a cold busy tone. He had blocked her.
Despair swallowed her whole. She forced down a handful of sleeping pills with stale whiskey and died alone on the cold bathroom tiles.
His mother found her rotting body three days later, calling her a "filthy bottom-feeder" before ordering a cleanup crew to dispose of her existence like industrial waste.
Jincheng didn't even ask if she suffered. He just ordered his PR team to digitally erase her ten years of sacrifice from the internet.
"Make sure the press release is airtight. She was an unstable former assistant. She had a history of mental illness. That's it."
Until her heart stopped completely, she didn't understand. She had abandoned her status as the hidden heiress of the wealthy Qin family to build his empire from the ground up.
How could he erase every trace of her without a second thought, using her corpse as a PR shield for his perfect new life?
Opening her eyes again, the sharp smell of hospital antiseptic burned her lungs.
She hadn't just died. She had woken up in the body of a notorious, D-list reality TV influencer who shared her exact name.
Looking at her new face in the mirror, a cold smile spread across her lips. She was going to tear his perfect life apart, piece by bloody piece.
7.4
Bailey, an invisible shadow to the powerful Douglas family, stood in the freezing rain, watching City Hall. For five long years, she’d been used to being forgotten. But today, her entire world shattered as her fiancé, Jameson, walked out with another woman, Haleigh, holding their fresh marriage certificates.
Jameson scooped Haleigh into his arms, treating her like fragile glass, convinced she’d saved him from a burning car five years ago. He never knew it was Bailey who pulled him from the flames, nor that Haleigh's "sickness" had left Bailey with an ugly scar from donating bone marrow, making her a mere family blood bank.
Watching them kiss, pure nausea rose from years of blame. Bailey later found a joyous celebration for Haleigh at the manor. Her wet arrival drew only cold annoyance; Jameson gave pitying instructions before all four men rushed to Haleigh’s side when she faked a cough.
Haleigh, with a sweet smile, presented Bailey a "gift"—a velvet box. Forced to open it, a venomous Brown Recluse spider dropped onto Bailey's hand, sinking its fangs deep. As white-hot agony exploded and her vision blurred, Haleigh theatrically screamed, deliberately scraping her forehead.
The men, blind with panic for Haleigh’s minor scratch, roared at Bailey, shoved her to the floor, and rushed Haleigh to the car. Left to die alone, struggling for breath as her body shut down, Bailey knew this was the end of playing their disgusting game. She had already activated her hidden trust fund, planning to buy a remote island and disappear forever.
8.7
My little brother's heart monitor was screaming its final warning. I called my husband, Dante Volkov, the ruthless underworld king whose life I'd saved years ago. He had promised to send his elite medical team.
"I'm handling an emergency," he snapped, then hung up. An hour later, my brother was dead.
I found out what Dante's "emergency" was from his mistress's social media. He had sent his team of world-class surgeons to deliver her cat's kittens. My brother died for a litter of cats.
When Dante finally called, he didn't even apologize. I could hear her voice in the background, asking him to come back to bed. He even forgot my brother was dead, offering to buy him a new toy to replace the one his mistress deliberately crushed.
This was the man who had promised to protect me, to make my high school tormentors pay. Now, he was holding that very tormentor, Seraphina, in his arms. Then came the final blow: a call from the clerk's office revealed our seven-year marriage was a sham. The certificate was a forgery.
I was never his wife. I was just a possession he was tired of. After he left me to die in a car crash for Seraphina, I made one call. I texted a rival mob heir I hadn't spoken to in years: "I need to disappear. I'm calling it in."
8.6
As the eldest daughter of the Sharp family, I was treated worse than a stray dog, while my younger sister Seraphina was their precious princess.
When the family needed someone to marry a dying billionaire heir, they naturally chose me to take her place.
To force my consent, my brothers held a peanut butter sandwich to my face—knowing it was a lethal allergy—while dangling my EpiPen just out of reach.
On speakerphone, my own mother sighed in annoyance.
"Let her die. It might be for the best."
I choked out an agreement just as my throat closed up. But the forced engagement broke my sacred mystical vow, causing me to violently cough up my own lifeblood.
Seeing the blood, Seraphina dramatically fainted. My brothers instantly carried her to the hospital, stepping over my dying body and leaving me to bleed out on the cold marble floor.
I had to use a forbidden blood rune, draining my last ounce of strength, just to survive the night.
Even the mystical Order I served offered no comfort, calling only to demand I secure ten billion dollars for them or forfeit my soul for eternity.
Abandoned by my blood family and my spiritual master, I was completely alone, left with nothing but a broken body and a ticking clock.
But they made one fatal mistake: they let me live.
I turned to the dying heir they forced me to marry, a man plagued by a dark curse only I could cure.
"I will be your wife, and I will save your life," I told him.
In exchange, I would use his unimaginable wealth and power to make everyone who threw me away pay the ultimate price.
7.9
Valerie Ashford, a girl who had just turned twenty-one, was introduced by her father to his business associates at a grand party, where she met a frightening, cold-blooded man.
That man was none other than her father's business partner, the CEO of a major corporation. He was taken with Valerie and had wanted her from the moment he first laid eyes on her.
For Rovano Morvane, whatever he desired was absolute and he had to have it, even by the worst means possible.
That night Valerie vanished without a trace and Rovano became the prime suspect, yet the Ashford family could not prove their allegations.
"P-please, I don't want to die, sir..." Valerie whispered so softly that Rovano had to bend down even lower.
"Didn't you just say you didn't care whether you were kidnapped or not? So shut your mouth." Rovano ordered.
Cold, Valerie felt the other side of the folding knife pressed against her cheek.
Rovano was going to mark Valerie.
It felt like something was missing if Rovano didn't take out his psychopathic urges on someone.
And this time, for the first time, he wanted a girl: Valerie Ashford.
Would Valerie's life end here?