The Billionaire's Surrogate Surprise

The blazing sun of June made everything feel suffocating.

Felicia Baroni stepped out of a hospital room, her heart heavy with worry.

Her mother was critically ill and needed a hefty sum for treatment.

To make matters worse, her father was deep into gambling, leaving the family drowning in debt and with no extra money to pay back.

In Felicia's eyes, everything in this world seemed to be shrouded in darkness. She sank into a chair outside the hospital, weighing which friends or family members might be able to lend her some money.

Just then, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw an unknown number flashing on the screen.

After a brief pause, she decided to pick it up.

A low, icy voice came through the line, "Hello, is this Felicia Baroni?"

"Yeah. Who's calling?"

"Hello, Miss Baroni. We're a well-regarded surrogacy agency. A client has chosen your exceptional genetics, and you could receive two hundred thousand dollars if you take this order."

Felicia's fingers started to shake.

"Two hundred thousand dollars?" She echoed, almost in disbelief.

She realized that with that kind of money, she could stop worrying about her mom's medical bills.

But just then, her screen lit up again with another payment reminder from the hospital.

Her mom was facing a daunting $100,000 medical bill.

Tears began to form in Felicia's eyes as she took a deep breath, her fingers shaking a little as she held her phone. She managed to say, "Deal."

"Great, we'll pick you up at 5 PM," the voice on the other end replied.

Felicia was lost in thought once the call ended.

She couldn't help but wonder about the man who had chosen her and what was his story. She wondered why he was looking for a surrogate and what made him so urgent.

"Is he dying and desperate for someone to carry on his legacy?" She wondered aloud.

She didn't let herself linger on those thoughts for too long. Rising to head to the restroom, she planned to wait outside the hospital afterward.

But as soon as she stepped out, she suddenly found herself trapped against a wall by two men. Seeing them clearly sent her instincts into overdrive, and she tried to bolt, but they grabbed her roughly.

"You think you can just run away?" sneered one of the guys with a scar snaking across his face.

Felicia was shaken with fear.

A blonde guy beside him bent down, gripping her chin tightly and said, "Listen, sweetheart, your dad owes us a lot of money. If he doesn't pay us soon, we might just sell you to a nightclub."

Panic surged in Felicia as she begged, "Please, just give me two more days! I promise I'll pay you back."

The two guys grinned as soon as they sized up her pretty face. One of them sneered, "Looks like your dad won't be able to settle his debt. You might as well stop fighting it. Or why not let us have a little fun first with you? Maybe we'll give you an extra week."

They said with a lewd laugh.

"Stay away from me!" Felicia shouted, her face draining of color. "Help! Somebody, please!"

But before she could get another word out, one of the men slapped her hard, whipping her head to the side, then yanked her arm and dragged her into the nearby men's restroom.

The two men covered her mouth, chuckling menacingly. "Don't worry, we'll make sure you enjoy it," one of them said with a nasty grin.

Felicia hid her face. Tears threatened to spill over, but she fought to keep them in. She clutched her clothes tightly and backed away, pleading, "Please, just let me go! I'll pay you in a few days. I found a surrogacy opportunity, and they need me to be a virgin. If I pull this off, I'll get two hundred thousand bucks, and I promise I'll pay you back!"

The two men exchanged a glance, and both let out a quiet snicker.

"Surrogacy, huh? You must be kidding! Even if you're working for some rich people, there's no way they'd pay you that much," the blond guy said, his laughter wild and twisted as he started tearing at Felicia's clothes. He pushed her onto the glass counter, his hands wandering over her as he muttered some disgusting words.

Felicia fought back and yelled for them to leave her alone.

The scarred guy slammed the restroom door shut, clearly excited. "You're screaming so hard I can't wait any longer," he taunted.

But then, out of nowhere, someone kicked the door open.

The scar-faced man was slammed against the wall with a muffled grunt, doubling over in pain.

With a surge of adrenaline, Felicia used all her strength to fend off the blonde guy when she heard the commotion. Her eyes lit up as she turned toward the door.

A handsome man stood there, his striking deep eyes gleaming like polished stones, giving off a chilling intensity that made it hard to look directly at him.

His high, straight nose and commanding presence seemed to shout for others to keep their distance.

Felicia didn't know who he was, but she clung to him like he was her only hope. She hurried to his side and grabbed his sleeve tightly, desperation in her voice as she asked, "Please save me."