Surrogate Love: Carrying The Son Of The Millionaire Enemy

Amelia Roberts arrived at the front door of the elegant Georgian mansion located in Kensington Palace Gardens.

She felt exhausted after a busy day at school, looking up, her eyes widened as she saw a shiny Rolls-Royce Phantom parked near the main entrance.

Could it be possible that her father, the prestigious businessman Malcolm Roberts, had bought her this luxurious car as a gift for her eighteenth birthday?

She immediately imagined herself driving the car through the streets of London, her heart began to beat rapidly with excitement.

She opened the front door and entered the hall, immediately noticing that something was not right, her father was pacing the main hall back and forth, constantly moving his hands nervously.

"Dad? Is something wrong?" Amelia asked, frowning.

Malcolm's eyes locked on her, and before he could respond, the clicking of heels was heard in the hallway and his stepmother, Penelope, strutted into the room.

The woman, with her perfectly coiffed platinum blonde hair and designer dress, looked out of place in the tense atmosphere.

Behind Penelope appeared Daphne, Penelope and Malcolm's daughter, the girl was a reminder of the betrayal of Amelia's mother, having been born when Malcolm was still married to her.

The 19-year-old, blonde and light brown-eyed, directed a look full of contempt at her red-haired sister with curly hair and huge blue eyes.

A wicked smile was noticeable on Penelope's lips, as if she were enjoying some private joke. Her eyes shone with a glint of triumph that made Amelia shudder involuntarily.

"Well, well, it's dear Amelia," Daphne sneered disdainfully, her voice laced with venom that she didn't bother to hide. "How convenient that you've arrived just in time."

"Just in time for what?" Amelia asked, glaring at her.

"Ah, dear Amelia," Penelope chimed in with a saccharine tone that failed to hide her malice. "We were just about to start celebrating, the occasion calls for it.."

"Celebrate? What the hell are you talking about?" Amelia was confused, Penelope had never celebrated anything for her.

Malcolm cleared his throat, attracting his daughter's attention, the man seemed to have aged ten years in a matter of minutes.

"Amelia, daughter, please sit down," he asked in a slow voice, it was as if he had a hard time saying each word. "I have... I have something very important to tell you," he added as he awkwardly adjusted the knot of his tie, a nervous gesture Amelia knew well.

The young woman was intelligent and well-behaved, although Penelope had forced Malcolm to always leave her aside, constantly leaving her in the background.

Amelia obeyed her father and took a seat on one of the velvet sofas, her father sat in front of her and took her hands in his, a gesture that was too kind that he never had.

Amelia noticed that her father's hands were shaking slightly, and that scared her more than anything else.

"Child, what I am about to reveal to you will not be easy to hear," Malcolm said, pausing, as if he were gathering strength to continue.

"For heaven's sake, Dad, can you stop beating around the bush?" Daphne exclaimed, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "Tell your dull daughter what she's in for, it's not like it's the end of the world... well, maybe for her it is," she added with a sly grin.

"Shut up, Daphne!" Amelia snapped, jumping to her feet, her blue eyes flashing with fury. "No one gave you permission to open your mouth, you bitch, this is between me and my father."

"Don't talk to your sister like that!" Penelope barked, stepping forward with her fists clenched. Her face, normally expressionless thanks to the botox, contorted into a grimace of rage.

"That thing is not my sister," Amelia spat in contempt, pointing a finger at Daphne. "She is only the fruit of your deceit and betrayal of my mother. She will never be my family!"

Daphne's face turned red with anger, her light brown eyes darkened dangerously, with a scream of rage, she lunged at Amelia, grabbing her hair tightly.

"I'll teach you to respect me, you damn orphan!" Daphne screamed as she pulled Amelia's hair.

Both young women rolled on the ground, screaming and insulting each other, the next thing was screams and gasps as they tore their clothes in the middle of the fight, Malcolm tried to separate them, but Penelope stopped him, holding his arm tightly.

"Leave them alone, Malcolm!" Penelope exclaimed, with a crooked smile on her lips. "Let them resolve their differences like the women they are!"

Penelope was so twisted that she was enjoying this, she didn't care that one of those girls was her daughter, for her, it was a sight that she didn't see every day.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Malcolm shouted, but his voice was lost in the chaos.

After several minutes of struggling, scratching and hair pulling, Amelia managed to get away from Daphne and pushed her away with a strong push.

Daphne looked at her sister with contempt, her eyes flashing as she wiped a trickle of blood that ran from the corner of her lips. Her perfect hairdo was now a mess, and her designer dress was torn in several places.

"You're a fucking bitch, Amelia," she spat with hatred. "My mother should have gotten rid of you as soon as dad brought her into this house! You're a disgrace to this family."

"You and your mother are the only disgraces here," Amelia replied in a voice as cold as ice. "They destroyed this family long before I could do anything about it."

"Enough!" Malcolm raised his voice, stepping between his two daughters. "Behave with the dignity that young ladies of your class deserve. This... This is not what I wanted for any of you."

"Oh, please, Malcolm," Penelope interjected in a mocking tone. "Don't come here and give that kind of speech now, just say what you've agreed to and that's it."

Malcolm closed his eyes for a moment, as if his wife's words had physically struck him. When he opened them again, he looked at Amelia with an expression of deep regret.

"Amelia, daughter, what I have to tell you is... is..."

Penelope's gaze hardened and she glared at her husband with a cold stare.

"Amelia, I have agreed that... that you will stay away from us for a while," she finally said, each word seeming to cause him physical pain. "In exchange, we will receive a large sum that will allow us to save Roberts Enterprises from bankruptcy."

"What?" Amelia whispered, her voice barely audible. "No, Dad! You can't do something like that!" her voice grew louder with each word. "What do you mean by pushing me away?"

Daphne giggled at her sister's distress.

"Well, well, it seems that Dad has sold you out," she said with false sympathy. "And you always believed that Dad loved you, look at the twists and turns life takes, ha, ha, ha. I always knew you would end up like this, Amelia, you are of no importance, do you understand now?"

"Shut your mouth, stupid!" Amelia shouted, her eyes filled with tears of helplessness and rage. "You know nothing, nothing!"

Malcolm took a step towards his daughter.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart, I had no choice, it was this or losing everything..."

"Shut up!" Amelia cut him off, jumping to her feet. "You can't be serious! How could you sell me out like this? I'm your daughter! Your blood!"

Penelope put an arm around Daphne's shoulders in an almost motherly gesture, a triumphant smile curling her perfectly painted lips.

"Come on Malcolm, don't justify yourself anymore," she said in a false tone. "You did the right thing by selling that ungrateful orphan, it's what she deserves for her insolence. Besides, think of all the good you'll do with that money, we'll be able to save the company, maintain our way of life..."

"Shut the fuck up, Penelope!" Amelia screamed, beside herself. "You're nothing but a climbing whore who got into this family to hunt down a rich husband!"

"How dare you!" the woman put a hand to her chest, feigning indignation. "Malcolm, control this spoiled brat!"

Malcolm rubbed his temples, dejected.

"Penelope is right, Amelia, it is the best thing for the family... to save us."

"To hell with your damn family!" Amelia could not hold back her tears of rage and helplessness. "You are not my father anymore!"

At that moment, the front door burst open, and two burly men, dressed in menacing black suits, burst into the living room.

Amelia felt terrified when they grabbed her by the arms with force and began to drag her towards the exit, regardless of her struggles.

"No! Let me go, damn it!" the young woman screamed in a torn voice. "Dad, please do something! Don't let them take me!"