ACCIDENTAL SURROGATE FOR THE RUTHLESS ALPHA
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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 2
Daisy pov
I forced at a spot and as I listened to Finn, it got the better of me. There was confidence in his tone, like he knew this day would come and had already hatched a plan for it.
"What do you mean?" I forced myself to stay calm, trying to find out what he had in mind.
"I am telling you that even if you get the best lawyer. I am not granting you a divorce, especially not now that you have just a few months left to live or maybe even days"
"What is that supposed to mean?" My blood turned cold, and fear took hold of me as I tried to wonder if this was the same man I married.
"You are a smart Daisy and from the Bennet family, you should be able to put the pieces together or did you think it was because of your beauty that I had married you?"
He scoffed. Like he was staring at a beast in front of him. "I am sorry Daisy, but I thought you would notice the change in your body and everything else, why did you think that you have been finding it difficult to conceive?"
He ended all his hurtful words with a question and as I stood at a spot. I was starting to put the pieces together.
"You have been poisoning me!" This was certainly not a question, this was definitely why I had been to the hospital countless times lately, it was why my body suddenly started failing me which was why I had become so desperate to have a child.
I could hear my heart racing, the pain slicing through me, making it very difficult for me to breathe.
All these years he stood by me, took me to the hospital for all checkups, held my hand with affection and assured me that everything was going to be alright, all this while he had been orchestrating my death.
"See! I told you were smart and now you figured it out, but right now, I don't think you even have up to a month. I could just give you the last dose here and all of this will be over"
A devious smirk curled through his lips. Making me take steps backwards. Wondering how I lived with this man for three years and didn't see this side of him.
I knew I couldn't stay there any longer, Finn badly wanted my inheritance and from the look of things, he was ready to do anything to get it.
Just as I turned around, ready to dash out of there. I felt two strong hands grab me. I looked up and realised it was his guards.
I had no clue when they arrived at the hallway, but it wasn't looking good for me.
"Let me go Finn, I will sign the inheritance to you, please you don't have to soil your hands with blood. Please" I pleaded in desperation with everything in me.
"You don't have to worry about that. You would be surprised as to how many deaths" he expressed calmly and now. My gaze shifted to Laura who didn't seem bothered about this.
"Is this the kind of man you want to be with?"
"Don't worry about me, right now, you should be worried about yourself" Her gaze slowly drifted to Finn who remained calm as he walked back to his office.
His guards were still holding me. I was pinned to the ground and when he returned again, he was holding a syringe in his hand.
"What is this?" Even as I asked, I knew the answer, my heart began pounding rapidly. I had to think of a way to get out of here, else I would die and Fin would get away with everything.
"Don't worry baby. This will take you out of your misery. And for the record, I loved you, Daisy. I loved you so much and felt so sorry when you cried at night and hated yourself for not being able to bear a child, but the truth remains that you were not worthy to carry my child"
I was torn between pain, rage and confusion, should I go ahead and tell him about the baby I was carrying?
Seeing the monster before me. I prayed he wouldn't find out about the pregnancy. Scared for what he might decide to do to the fetus inside of me.
"Don't worry Daisy. It's not going to be painful, that's because I still love you and I want you to have a peaceful sleep"
He spoke and pulled the syringe close to me. I shut my eyes, wondering how I got here, how I got from trying to announce the news of my pregnancy to end up getting killed alongside my fetus.
But even at that moment it made me wonder if things would have been different if he had found out that I was pregnant, that I was carrying his child inside of me, but I shook my head, Laura was carrying his child and that was the only child he regarded as his.
My heart shattered into tiny pieces, everything I was, everything I had. My position at the company I gave everything to him and this was how I ended.
Just as he pieces the string inside my skin, ready to push the fluid inside, a loud menacing growl stops him in his tracks.
"STOP!!" The voice growled and everywhere trembled, my eyes were shut but it was clear that this wasn't a human. This was certainly a beast.
"What the fuck!" I heard Finn gasp, I opened my eyes and as Finn pulled away from me, the fear in his eyes was nothing as I had ever seen.
His eyes popped wide, sweat had covered his face and he was trembling, the two guards who were also holding me had backed down. I turned around ready to see why they were all afraid.
As my eyes locked with his, my breath stopped, before me was a white wolf, his fur was massive and his silver eyes bore into mine like it was calling out to me.
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It was a petition for divorce.
He was leaving her for his college sweetheart. Thanks to a ruthless prenup, Kiley was being thrown out with absolutely nothing.
That very night, their young son Jules was rushed to the ER, bleeding profusely. The doctor's diagnosis was a death sentence: acute leukemia.
When Kiley frantically called Aden for help, he dismissed the emergency as a simple nosebleed.
"I'm not paying for this. Deal with it," Aden sneered, the sound of his mistress giggling in the background.
To force Kiley to sign the divorce papers, Aden froze all her credit cards and canceled their son's health insurance. He refused to pay a single cent for the chemotherapy.
Even Kiley's adoptive parents sided with the wealthy Aden, calling her a burden and telling her to stop fighting him.
Driven to the brink of despair, with a dying child and no money, Kiley didn't understand how a father could be so monstrous to his own flesh and blood.
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."