A Surrogates Deal of Blood and Love

"Winnie, why are you so quiet, you idiot?" The shout that came from the voice of a well-built man made the daydreaming Winnie jump in surprise.

Winnie had been a housekeeper at a hotel in San Antonio for the past five months. She had to work hard because her crazy mother had been arrested for drugs and her mother was in so much debt that her house was about to be seized by the bank.

The fat man was her boss, he walked up to her with eyes that always looked lustful as he stared at Winnie.

"Or do you want to be my sex slave, without having to work like this?" he whispered, one of his big hands groping Winnie's ass.

Quickly, Winnie pushed her boss's body away. "Don't ever touch me again! Or I'll report you to the police!" she threatened.

Winnie wanted to hit the old man, but still, as a poor person, she would lose.

"Damn it. Do you think you're the only beautiful woman here? Many employees want to sleep with me!" the old man replied, balancing his body again.

He walked up to Winnie and grabbed her chin firmly.

"You are nothing but a trashy woman, Winnie! If you continue like this, with your arrogant nature, you will be hated by everyone here!" he warned.

"I can fire you right now. How's that?"

"Winnie, VIP room 25, would like her room cleaned immediately." One of the employees who was there broke the tension between the two of them.

He seemed surprised to see Winnie being treated harshly by his boss.

"Quick, do it properly, shit!" Because someone saw him torturing Winnie, the old man quickly walked out of the employee-only room.

"Winnie, are you okay?" He ran over to Winnie and hugged her body which was now shaking from crying.

"We should report him to the police, Winnie!" said Frans– her friend and manager at the hotel.

"Report him? What if I end up being the one accused again?" replied Winnie with tears in her eyes.

Frans was silent, it was true that if we had money, everything could be solved easily.

"I'm going back to work ... Frans, please don't tell anyone what that damn man did to me!" Winnie said as she wiped away the tears on her cheeks as she walked away to do her work.

With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a very sexy-looking body, 25-year-old Winnie Amberlynn is every man's dream. She could have left her current job and become a prostitute. But she didn't want to do that.

She was so traumatized and disgusted that her mother was always changing men and screaming for help because her boyfriends always treated her badly. So her mother became a drug addict and a dealer too.

This, in turn, ruined her life. And Winnie didn't want to be like her mom.

She pressed the doorbell, waiting for someone in the VIP room to open the door, soon after, the door was opened by a woman.

Winnie's eyes widened in disbelief, she also shook her head, this couldn't be happening.

"Winnie ...."

"Forgive me, you have the wrong person. I'm an employee here and just wanted to clean the room-"

"Where have you been all this time, Winnie?" interrupted the woman.

"Where is that woman? What did she do to you to make you work like this?" she asked again.

Winnie smiled smugly, fixing the woman with a hateful glare.

"Are you playing dumb?"

"The person who should be asking is me ... Where have you and your favorite father been? Why didn't you try to find me?" the woman continued.

What exactly was the relationship between the two of them?

"Honey, is the officer here yet?" said a man walking towards the door.

His eyes stared at a blonde woman standing outside the door, obviously making the man surprised as well.

"What is she doing here?"

"Forgive me, I'll send another officer to clean your room." Winnie quickly left there.

What exactly was the relationship between Winnie and that VIP customer? Why were their reactions so tense?

"She must be stalking us!" the man said.

"Oh Gosh. We should change hotels immediately!" he continued.

"Shut up, Oliver! I -- I'm still in shock that she's suddenly here ..."

Winnie and Whitney are separated twin sisters. Since childhood, they have been separated due to their divorced parents.

Whitney lived with her father in New York, her father an official in the United States. While Winnie lives with her mother, a woman who always makes trouble, living in poverty for many years.

Amberlynn's family–Whitney's father's family, hated Winnie's mother because, to them, she was a bad luck woman who could give the family a bad name. So, they kicked her out. And unluckily, it was Winnie who was taken in by her mother and became the bad luck lady!

"No! We have to go now, Whitney! I don't want them to ruin your life and your family!"

Whitney's husband–Oliver Genevieve, was a wealthy man in UK, but when his business expanded to the United States, he decided to move there for a while and accidentally met Whitney.

And now he is a very successful businessman both in the US and the UK.

Seeing her husband so protective of her, Whitney smiled bitterly. Because until now, she had not been able to provide Genevieve's family with offspring.

They both decided to go on a vacation to San Antonio to relieve the sadness of knowing the painful facts about their little family.

"Oliver, don't think too much about it. Because for now, she's not important to us," Whitney said.

"But, Honey-"

"You're trying to avoid our problems, aren't you? By exaggerating Winnie's presence?" guessed Whitney.

Oliver sat down next to her and took her hand.

Oliver's sigh was visible on Whitney's face. "I don't care, even if we both don't have children, I'll still be faithful to you ... Even my family doesn't mind-"

"I heard your parents want grandchildren so badly, they're even worried that Genevieve's family won't have a successor!" he explained with a face full of annoyance and sadness mixed.

Her husband and his family loved her very much. However, Whitney as a wife naturally felt like a failure because she couldn't have children.

She has an autoimmune disease, so doctors do not recommend her to have children from her womb. While it is still possible to conceive, it can also increase the risk of complications during pregnancy. So, Oliver, who loves his wife very much, doesn't want that to happen. They should live happily and maybe one day, adopt a child.

"What about the New Year's holiday, do you want us to go to-"

"Stop it, Oliver! You always change the subject when I talk about our future, for Genevieve's family." Once again, Whitney interrupted her husband.

"So, you want me to force you to get pregnant, right? And that could be bad for the future! Both for you and the baby! I don't want to take any chances!" explained Oliver, who tried hard to keep a low profile when he learned that his wife was not advised to get pregnant due to her illness.

There was no conversation between them for several minutes. Because both of them hurt each other if they kept remembering the situation.

Just as Oliver was about to stand up from his seat, Whitney raised her voice again, "What about surrogacy? Oliver, didn't your friend do the same thing?"

The question came out of Whitney's mouth, who knows how long his wife had been thinking about it? However, it made Oliver's anger flare up again. Perhaps this was the first time, Oliver showed his angry expression to his wife.

"And now, the one who needs to shut up is you, Whitney Amberlynn!"

"As husband and wife, we need to talk about our future!" Whitney replied.