ACCIDENTAL SURROGATE FOR THE RUTHLESS ALPHA
BLURB
She had fought so hard to be able to bear her husband a child for years but all her efforts proved abortive and just when she thought that all her problems were finally over.
She was faced with a brutal betrayal from her husband, taking away her family company, cheating on her and most especially tied her in the marriage.
But everything takes a drastic turn when she realizes the baby she is carrying doesn't belong to her husband, rather a cursed werewolf who could never have a child.
Thrown into the world of the werewolves, Daisy realizes she is more than she thinks, but will she be able to navigate the challenges that awaits her?
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Chapter 1
Daisy's pov
"Congratulations, Mrs Bennet. You're pregnant! The implantation worked this time"
Dr Benjamin slid the envelope across her desk, stopping just short of my fingertips.
I stared at it and slowly opened it, I couldn't believe it. After three years of trying every method just to be able to conceive, it was finally happening.
Three years, two failed implants, Countless nights crying in bathroom stalls so Finn wouldn't see.
I can vividly recall the pain that would always fill my heart, so much so that I could barely breathe
"Mrs Beneath?" Dr. BenjaminDrrrowed her eyes as she stared at me.
"Are you alright? " he furrowed his brows at me with concern.
I looked up at Dr BenjaminDrface but it was all blurred, I didn't realize whenrealisebegan rolling down my cheek.
"Yes." My voice quivered "Yes, everything's perfect. Thank you, thank you so much doctor."
,
After I left the doctor's office, I drove out of the hospital, calling Finn but each attempt went straight to voicemail.
My body felt to light, like I would float out of the car, the excitement was swirling inside of me.
I pictured what Finn's face would look like when I broke the news to him. The way his eyes would light up, the way they had on our wedding day before everything suddenly changed.
This would fix everything. This baby would bring back the man I married because lately he had been so distant from me and I understand.
I turned the wheel, tyres squealing since I had just changed my mind. I couldn't wait for him to be back from work. I'd surprise him by showing up at the office, take him to that Italian place he loved, then break the news to him.
The car came to a halt in front of the Benneth group and I stepped out of the car.
The elevator to the fifteenth floor took forever. I checked my reflection in the elevator doors, mascara smudged and my eyes red but it didn't matter. He would definitely understand.
The reception desk sat empty with Laura nowhere around.
I didn't need permission to go in, so I walked toward Finn's office, my eyes still lit up and my lips curled into a permanent smile.
I reached for the door handle but immediately came to an abrupt halt at the sound from within.
"Finn, stop, we're at the office, someone might hear us"
That was Laura's voice in a Playful and Breathy tone.
My hand froze at a spot and my heart had stopped. I couldn't breathe even if I wanted to.
"I Don't care!" His voice is lower than I have heard it in months. "Can't keep my hands off you. Even when I'm with Daisy, I'm thinking about you."
The sound that followed was wet and hungry, it was a soft moan.
The envelope slipped from my other hand. It hit the floor without sound.
"If you love me so much, why haven't you divorced her yet?" Laura's voice came through again "I'm pregnant, Finn. I've given you what she couldn't for three years"
Then there was silence, followed by movement, it was the sound of Fabric rustling.
I knew I couldn't stand there, I should either confront them or walk out of there, but the excitement in my eyes was now replaced with tears.
I badly wanted to run, but my legs were stuck, my heart broken into tiny pieces I could never recover from.
"You're right, baby. And I'm grateful. But I need her shares of Bennet Corporation first. Once she signs those over......"
"She's not stupid. Daisy won't just hand over her inheritance."
A belt buckle and I could hear the continuous sound of moaning.
"God, yes....just like that." Finn's groan rattled through the door. "Don't worry about Daisy. I have a plan. Soon she'll be out of our way for good."
My feet moved backwards, then another but I didn't realise there was a vase behind me.
I felt it tip before I heard it shatter. Water soaked through my shoes as Glass scattered across the floor.
Without thinking, I turned around to run, but only made it three steps before my heel caught a shard. I went down hard, palms skidding.
"What the hell....."
The door flew open as Finn stood there, shirt half-buttoned, belt undone. His eyes found mine. Widened in shock Then something else crossed his face.
It was a cold stare.
"Daisy." He smoothed his shirt, fingers working buttons. "What are you doing here?"
I pushed myself up, and really realised I had cut one of the shard glasses as blood filled my palm.
"I came to surprise you, guess I ended up getting surprised" Each word pierced straight into my heart like a knife.
His gaze travelled my body, the torn stockings, the wet skirt, the blood. His lip curled, just slightly but I had seen it before it disappeared.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough."
Laura appeared behind him, blouse gaping open, lipstick smeared. She didn't even have the decency to look ashamed.
"Daisy, listen......" Finn stepped forward.
"What you heard, it's not, it was a mistake. It won't happen again."
The laugh that escaped me didn't sound like mine since it was so cold and bitter hearing such an apology from him.
Never could I imagine that after three years, three years of giving my all to this man, I had to step away from the company and let him take over and now this was the apology I was faced with.
"I can see that" I spoke casually, wiping off any trace of tears from my eyes because I was not about to let them see my weakness.
Fin walked closer to me, this time he had put on a more emotional front.
"I know I messed up, I am sorry, it was all Laura who had seduced me"
"All of this because of my shares?" I called out his facade and his face immediately went blank before a dark smile curled through his lips.
"I am sorry you had to find out like this, but there is nothing any of us can do now"
"No! You are wrong, there is definitely something I can do about it, you will be hearing from my lawyer and as for working for the company, I think this would be your last"
I forced a cold smile on my face as I spoke with finality. I turned around to walk away from this shameless act.
"I am afraid Daisy, that won't be happening!" He spoke out and I came to a halt, turning around to face him.
"You won't be able to divorce me and neither can you take this company away from me!"
His lips curled up, I could see darkness I had never seen in him before, Finn was more dangerous than I had known for three years and right there, a cold shiver ran down my spine.
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Even Kiley's adoptive parents sided with the wealthy Aden, calling her a burden and telling her to stop fighting him.
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Until a news article on a friend's phone caught her eye.
It featured a fallen 9/11 firefighter hero from the ultra-wealthy Whitfield family. The man in the photo looked exactly like Jules, down to the very bone structure.
Kiley's mind raced back to the fertility clinic and the anonymous sperm donor.
Could this dead billionaire hero be her son's biological father?
Looking at her sleeping, fragile boy, Kiley wiped her tears and crushed the divorce papers in her hand.
She was going to find the Whitfield family, save her son, and make Aden lose everything he held dear.
9.7
Eliana Rivera is the firstborn daughter of business tycoon Cassian Rivera. When her father's company falls into debt, he marries her off to the arrogant and ruthless billionaire, Alexander Grayson, as part of a business contract and under the threat of blackmail.
Alexander, the billionaire CEO, never planned to marry, but the pressure of blackmail forces him into a union with a woman he barely knows. Although Eliana doesn't see Alexander as her ideal partner, she agrees to the marriage out of a sense of duty.
Once engaged, however, he barely acknowledges her presence and harbours disdain for her because of her father's actions and their relationship. But as they navigate their newfound relationship, the unexpected desire for each other's touch ignites-a twist neither of them planned, leading them toward an unforeseen love.
7.4
In a city where data is power and truth is a weapon, some secrets are worth killing for.
Mara Quinn is a ghost in the system, an underground journalist known only as Cipher, feared by corporations and hunted by those with everything to lose. When she breaches a classified network inside Axiom Industries, she uncovers something no one was meant to see: ORACLE, a predictive AI capable of shaping human behavior on a global scale.
She expects retaliation. She doesn't expect Kael Draven.
Cold, brilliant, and untouchable, Kael is the architect behind Axiom's empire, and a man who doesn't make threats he can't execute. Instead of silencing Mara, he offers her a choice: work under his watch, or disappear from existence entirely. Trapped inside his glass fortress known as The Spire, Mara is pulled deeper into a world of surveillance, manipulation, and power plays that stretch far beyond anything she imagined.
But ORACLE isn't just a tool, it's already been used. Governments have fallen. Empires have shifted. And someone else is pulling the strings.
As a rival syndicate closes in and a hidden war erupts across the city, Mara and Kael are forced into an uneasy alliance, one built on intellect, suspicion, and a dangerous, undeniable pull neither of them can ignore.
Because in a world where every move is predicted...
the only thing more dangerous than control is feeling.
And the system is already watching.
8.6
The Maybach glided through rain, Dante's cold cedar cologne a familiar comfort. Seven years, my life revolved around him, my fingers on his suit cuff, a silent promise. But tonight, our normal shattered with a single phone call.
He answered, speaking rapid Italian – a language he thought I didn't understand. Every word: a death knell. Confirming his engagement to Sofia Moretti, dismissing me as a 'consolation prize.'
Seven years of loyalty vanished. His loving mask back, he left for his fiancée. I stumbled into freezing rain, recalling my foster past. My numb fingers dialed his mother, Isabella, demanding fifty million for my silence. Her insults didn't sting.
The true gut punch: Sofia's Instagram, a prenup on Dante's desk, proudly showing *my* watch, captioned: 'Fourteen days left.' This wasn't their celebration; it was my death sentence.
I wouldn't stay another day in this gilded cage. My old duffel bag, packed, waited. The Australia brochure, a childhood dream, in my pocket. This time, I would live for myself, and they would all pay.
8.1
I'd lived as a mafia queen, ruling with quiet strength, only to discover my entire life was a lie. My husband, Dante, secretly divorced me three years ago, then married our timid nanny. I wasn't just betrayed; I was a dead ex-wife walking, a ghost in my own home.
A mafia daughter, I expected routine at Rossi's law firm. But Rossi, pale and sweating, handed me an envelope: Dante's divorce judgment, signed three years ago, and his marriage certificate to Gia, our nanny.
Truth slammed me: Gia poisoned me for years, causing infertility, making her bastard son the sole heir. Hidden, I watched her force Dante, the Underboss, to kneel, drink hallucinogenic tea, and profess devotion. She smirked.
This was calculated murder: my existence, my legacy. Rage burned, but clarity struck: disappear, or vanish into the Long Island Sound.
From a hidden phone, I called Luca, the underworld's elite cleaner. "I need a top-tier scrub. Target is myself," I commanded. "Get me out of this hell. I'd rather die than be his taxidermy specimen."
9.1
On our fourth wedding anniversary, I prepared a perfect home-cooked dinner for my husband, Carlisle.
But the moment he walked in, he threw a marital settlement agreement right onto the table.
"Sign it. Celine is back. There's no place for you here anymore."
His mother and sister immediately marched in to supervise my packing, calling me a barren gold-digger and trying to smash my late mother's only keepsake.
I signed the papers and walked out into the freezing night, thinking the nightmare was finally over.
But the next day, a heavily edited video of a childhood friend helping me into his car went viral online.
Carlisle's PR team released a public statement branding me a cheating wife, completely destroying my reputation.
He let the world tear me apart, using my ruined name to play the victim and justify bringing his first love home.
I had sacrificed my own dreams and endured his family's endless abuse for four years, only to be discarded like trash and framed for the exact emotional cheating he had been doing all along.
Watching the vile comments flood my screen, my heartbreak hardened into pure, unbreakable ice.
I calmly picked up my phone and dialed my father's number.
"Dad, it's time. I want to come home and take over Mcneil Industries."