Rejected By One; Claimed By Three

a's

eighteen, the age I was supposed to f

nder their roof, acting as th

ee, entirely dependent on my

lmost pitiable. But I gu

to leave her behind, alone, that t

treated me

right,

een a disappointment, and still hav

irror, staring at the woman

e

nd lips that some girls would kill for-girls w

Pale skin, dark eye circles, and a "he

or seven at best, but who would wa

ter off my face and turned to leave,

other's voice echo

of my bedroom and through the door l

s immediately fell on

red in cobwebs, with my name

at the box, curiosity and c

hat it was, but M

screams: "How dare you do this?" or "How coul

nded with a heavy slap or a shar

was different. She looked

the feeling that I must

ling as I wondered if this was anoth

to ask, knowing she wouldn't let me to

lain something I k

stepped toward the box, her

nd opened th

rious but careful, my

gan opening it, my father's v

nd left the box untouched, mo

e living room, where three

d in an expensive black suit

d the room, lingering on me for a mom

my heart pounding as I

the man on the sofa that s

manded respect-

n why my father seemed so ten

r trembling in the corner, avoi

hell was

harply, his tone colder

trembling as I took

gesturing toward the man on the sofa.

hit me l

the man, struggling to proces

someone like him send a

uit with precision. His movements radiate

d of warmth. "You have been chosen to serve a purpose f

would do anything to get into a man's

ts, Asher said, "Forgive my blu

closing the distance between u

money, and since your wretched father can't pay

or willingly

e?" I asked immediately, my voice

n, but I didn't care. No one had the right

dy to protest, but he rais

mth. "This isn't up for debate. This is your chanc

ith disbelief. "You're sending me away to t

finally speaking up. Her tone was sharp, but there

embling. "Why me?" I asked again, d

n chosen as a surrogate. The King requires an heir

n the air, heavy

m. A surrogate? An heir? What

y head vehemently. "No, I wo

table, the sharp sound cutting me off. "You

y pleading for some kind of explanation, some shred

sympathy, no regret-just

is tone making it clear that the discu

in place, as my worl

aze, their silence spea

stop this. They were

lked back to my room, m

finally spilled over, streaming do

who had come to take me away and my parents

ng-the man known for treating ev

ough they were

of them, and a surro