The Billionaire's $500,000 baby

ra'

but it didn't matter. I was cold from the inside out. My wet uniform was starting to steam s

es of data. He looked so calm. So clean. I looked at the leather seat beneath me. I was leav

I said. My voice was small, but it

n't look u

e... surrogacy? You make it sound like a busine

ything is a business deal if the price is high enough. And don't worry about being a person.

gusting," I

puddle? Is it more disgusting than a hospital billing department telling you that your mothe

suddenly felt too thin. "How

oward me. I saw a scanned copy of my birth certificate. My high scho

ype. We even know that you've skipped lunch three times th

king me," I said,

ect for the bloodline because you have no one to come looking for you. No brothers to demand a b

ppearing. "Why him? Why Darian? He's a billionaire. He could

gs only to him. No messy marriage. No divorce lawyers. No emotional baggage. He wants a legacy that is pure

hill that had nothin

issively. "Let's just say Darian likes things that are rare. And a Hayes in

d. "I'm a human being who is

And that's why you're so easy to control. A

him dead in the eye. "A heart? Or

d just a fraction. "My heart isn't part of the contract, Liora. Yours,

cket. It was a sharp, vibrating st

but the notification was

!!!!!: ST. JUDE

My thumb shook as

rate erratic. Blood pressur

. "No, no, no. N

sked. He sounded like he wa

ost dropped it. "She's crashing. The alert... they say she's dropping. Why aren'

ied in the slightest instead he looked bored. "They won't move her

handle, but the child locks were on. I hammered my fist aga

nsport van running. They have the specialist on the line. But Darian is a man of protocols. He doesn't pay for the meal un

m here! I'm

ar isn't enough

hat was fading away. "We're two minutes from the building. The faster you walk, the faster she breathes. It's

k at me! I'm wet, I'm sha

about the core. Take a breath, Liora. Stop crying. If he sees you like this, he might decide you're too unstable for the bloodline. He wants

ing needles. I wiped my eyes with the back of

less he speaks to you. Do not touch anything. And for God's sake, don't mention your

oing to do to me?" I

at wasn't clinical. It was pity. Cold, hard pity. "He's not going to

wed down. I

was a hundred stories of black glass, cutt

INA

entrance. It looked like a tombstone for every