A surrogate womb for the mobster

CHAPTER 1

Roxanne Meyers

The sound of the Doppler filled the room as the doctor moved the device over my belly. My heartbeat along with the little being that grew inside me. Tears clouded my vision.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Meyers. ¡positive! is six weeks pregnant."

"Thank you, doctor," I said, though my mind was already elsewhere. I thought about Andrew, how happy he would be to find out.

Three years of marriage and a fascinating life. Who said you couldn't be happy in these times? A beautiful mansion, a promising career, and a loving husband... I was really lucky to be in this place.

"Mrs. Meyers. Fortunately, this time you are pregnant. I imagine that your husband will be very happy."

"No, he doesn't know anything yet, but I know he'll love the news. Doctor, thank you very much again."

"You don't have to thank me, Mrs. Meyers. In vitro fertilization is quite a complex process, but fortunately it has been a success for you. Although three attempts have passed, there is no better way to have a child than natural fertilization."

"I know." I replied a little frustrated.

I was silent, processing his words. My husband had fertility problems, so we had resorted to in vitro fertilization with an anonymous donor, under the strict conditions of a contract of silence and confidentiality. I loved my husband, and I wasn't going to let our relationship stall because of the inability to have children.

"Please, take good care of yourself, Mrs. Meyers," the Dr. gave me some recommendations and I left that office radiating happiness.

When I walked through the door, I crashed guiltlessly into a very elegant man, it smelled delicious, I looked up and blushed.

"Excuse me," I say looking into his enigmatic gray eyes.

He barely shook his head and continued on his way, I smiled in embarrassment.

With a heart overflowing with joy, I headed towards Andrew's office. Our company was an importer that my father had inherited from me before he died, and that, with a lot of effort and work, had grown to become a great emporium. I shared all this with him, the love of my life.

Although I was still very young, my little bean was already planted in my belly. It was only a matter of time and care for it to grow and make us happy.

When I arrived at my company, I pressed the elevator button and went up to the presidency. It would be a surprise, since Andrew wasn't expecting me; He would just be very happy to see me.

"Good afternoon, Gisel," I greeted my husband's secretary and noticed a slight nervousness on her face.

"Mrs. Meyers, how are you? Where is it going?"

"What do you mean, where am I going? To my husband!"

"I must announce it," she suggested in a trembling voice, something that seemed strange to me. I was the co-owner of the company.

"Not at all, Gisel. You don't have to advertise to me, I'm the owner of this company. Are you ok?"

"Ma'am, please," she said, rising from her desk and approaching me, taking my arm with a squeeze that was uncomfortable. I glanced at her sideways, feeling fury, I'd never experienced toward her, and wrapped away from her grip.

"Don't touch me, Gisel! What's going on? "

"You can't go to the lord's office without being announced; He is in a meeting."

"A meeting? But with whom? I'm the one in charge!"

She took my arm again, and this time I felt anger washing over me and my tone of voice changed to one full of anger.

"Let go of me, Gisel, once and for all! What is going on?"

"Madam, you can't go on," she looked at me pleadingly. "The man is on a very urgent call. He would kill myself if you continued without his authorization. Understand me, please have mercy on me."

Her words did not move me; they only piqued my curiosity even more. So, without further ado, I went into the hallway.

"He's not going to tell you anything because I don't need permission to walk in my own company. Understand? So don't worry."

I shook my head, furious at the secretary's insolence. But as I walked down the hallway leading to Andrew's office, my heart began to pound, and my hands sweated. Strange sounds emerged from within, and the image that presented itself to me through the half-open door left me petrified.

He was with my cousin, Samara Meyers. He possessed her furiously, holding her from behind on the desk. His hand tugged at her hair as a string of obscenities gushed out of her mouth. They were given over to debauchery... my husband... and my own cousin.

I felt my heart break into a thousand pieces as a wave of heartbreaking anguish took hold of me. I blinked in despair, rubbing my eyes, praying that what I was witnessing was an illusion, it couldn't be real! I refused to accept that the man I loved so much was betraying me in the cruelest way. No, please, no!

I collapsed on my knees before that hellish scene. Their uncontrollable moans filled the office, deaf to my presence, indifferent to my pain. They were immersed in their pleasure, oblivious to the devastation that their betrayal wrought on me.

My world was crumbling into pieces, every belief, every certainty I ever had, dissolved before my eyes.

Damned wretches! I sobbed without them hearing me, as anger and despair merged inside me, consuming me completely.

CHAPTER 2

Roxanne Meyers

Drowning in suffering, I ran through the corridors of the company, unable to utter a word. The pain that went through me was indescribable, as if they were tearing me inside. I could not assimilate what my beloved husband had done to me. Andrew, the man who had been my everything, my whole life, had betrayed me. But no, I wouldn't let my marriage end like this.

When I got home, I collapsed on our bed, sinking my face into its pillow, still impregnated with its scent. The familiar smell enveloped me, and crying began to flow from the depths of my being. I cried until I lost track of time, until exhaustion overcame me and plunged me into a dark, painful sleep.

Hours later, when night had already fallen, I woke up with swollen eyes and a heavy head, as if the crying had left an indelible hangover. I got up slowly, staggeringly, and headed for the stairs with a faint hope that Andrew had arrived by now. And sure enough, he was home... But he was not alone.

I couldn't believe my ears.

"Andrew, what are you going to do then?" She asked, in a nervous voice.

"I told you," my husband replied, in a tired tone, "I must pay him that damn debt or that imbecile is going to kill me."

I froze at those words, unable to move.

"How are you going to pay for it? If you have the company in ruins, you lose all the money. You're a complete idiot Andrew! " Samara folded her arms and shook her head in denial.

My mind was spinning, I felt strange because I didn't recognize my husband. What else was Andrew hiding from me? When Samara said that a hard lump went through my throat, were they talking about my company?

"Shut up!" Andrew growled, furious. And hurry up to get Roxanne's damn safe. "There she keeps the deeds of this house and all our heritage. If I don't pay the imbecile Salvatore before midnight, he's going to kill me."

"You're a complete idiot," Samara replied, with a tone of contempt. "How do you come up with the idea of making a deal with a mobster?"

I put my hands to my mouth, feeling short of breath. Every word that came from my husband's lips was a new stab. He wasn't just betraying me, he was stealing from me! And to top it off, he had debts with a mafioso. The horror of the truth struck me mercilessly. In my desperation to escape this suffocating scene, I stumbled upon a decorative table. The vase above her fell to the floor, shattering with a roar that filled the room. Andrew and Samara turned sharply towards me.

A chill ran through my body as I realized I could no longer back down. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure, and slowly walked down the stairs, but only a few steps.

"Damned wretches!" I cried, my voice broken with anger and pain. "How dare they? Did they really think that I would never discover them?"

Andrew looked at me, surprised, wearing that mask of false innocence that he had always worn so well. He began to climb the stairs towards me, with a disturbing calmness, as if it were all a misunderstanding.

"My love, you arrived early. Samara has come home to see you. How did it go in the doctor? "

Andrew was a real actor, a false traitor.

"What do you care?" I answered, my voice trembling. "How long have you been cheating on me with Samara? Tell me, when did you think you would tell me that you didn't love me anymore? "

Andrew rolled his eyes and raised his hands.

"Fool you? You're wrong, my love. Are you sick? " His words were like sharp blades, each designed to cut me, to render me utterly helpless in the face of his cruelty.

I looked at Samara and saw how she could barely contain the mockery that struggled to get out. He covered his mouth with one hand and let out a slight snort, enjoying my pain.

"Yes, even if it hurts, dear cousin." Her voice was venomous. "I've been dating your husband for a year now, because you don't make him feel like a real man."

Her confession, although I already knew it, pierced me like a dagger. I started to go down a couple more steps as Samara climbed, shortening the distance between us. I looked her straight in the eye, defying her, and shook my head in disbelief.

"To you, who gave you everything. That I helped you when you needed it most... is that how you repay me, Samara? With a betrayal. I can't believe it. What is your mother going to think?"

"Well, I'm better than you, stupid!" Samara snapped contemptuously. "In a sudden movement, he grabbed my hair tightly, tugging mercilessly."

The pain ran through my scalp, but I didn't sit still. With the same fury, I grabbed her by the hair as well, and we both started fighting there on the stairs. Andrew was looking at us from a few steps down, indifferent, barely shaking his head as if he were enjoying the show, as if internally he was betting on who would emerge victoriously.

"Let go of me, you idiot!" I shouted as I pulled her hair hard, but Samara wouldn't let up, clinging to me with the same rage. We looked like two wild animals, beating each other, scratching each other furiously, in a grotesque confrontation fueled by pain, betrayal, and hatred.

"Andrew, help me!" Samara shouted in the middle of the fight, just as I managed to bite her hand with all my strength. Andrew, in his pathetic indifference, decided to intervene. He grabbed my arm roughly, twisting it with such force that my foot buckled in the effort, causing me to let out a cry of pain.

But for all that, what hurt me most was his gaze: empty, devoid of any emotion, as if none of this really mattered to him.

"Imbecile, are you on your lover's side? Then go with her. This is my home; Get out, both of you! I pointed at the door furiously, while my cousin was doing her hair nonchalantly, and he simply looked at me in amazement."

"Your house? You're completely crazy, my dear. This is not your home; You're nobody here."

His words hit me like a hammer. Everything at my feet vanished, and I couldn't understand what he was saying. And he continued with his impudence.

"Yes, your house is foreclosed, as is your company and everything that belongs to us."

"No, what are you talking about? What did you do, Andrew?" I yelled at him, beginning to beat his chest in a desperate attempt to make him feel the pain he was causing me, but all he could do was hurt my own hands. He was unfazed, his face remained impassive.

Tears welled up in my eyes, drowned in deep disappointment. I was expecting a long-awaited child in the framework of our marriage, but now, being left with nothing, I did not know what I was going to do with that life that was growing inside me. I sat on the step, unable to continue standing, and caressed my belly with tenderness and desperation.

"Why now, when I'm pregnant?" I asked, my voice trembling with anguish.

"What?" he replied, surprised, as if the idea that I might be pregnant had never crossed his mind, as if my condition was just a burden in the midst of her betrayal.

With trembling hands, I pulled the ultrasound image out of my pocket and threw it at his feet. Andrew picked it up and realized that I had a life inside of me, his eyes filled with anger.

"So, is it true that in vitro fertilization had an effect? " He asked frustratedly

"Yes!" I replied between sobs, aware that, deep down, he didn't want this son. "You're going to be a father," I blurted out

"Of course not, stupid. That son is not mine; is from a donor."

"But you were the one who proposed in-vitro fertilization, not me. Now, what am I going to do? " I lamented. Meanwhile, my cousin, surprised by the news of the pregnancy, climbed the steps until she reached my side.

"What are you going to do?" She snorted ironically. "You won't do anything, because I'm not going to allow that brat to be born. "At that moment, I felt how her hands pushed me, making me fall down the stairs. Andrew not help me; My legs became entangled in the steps, and I began to roll, hitting my head with each step. The pain was unbearable, overwhelming.

Would that be my end? I didn't know it, but the physical and mental torment I was experiencing was tearing my heart apart. Even though I knew they couldn't notice it, I listened to them, their every cruel word.

"Did you kill her?" Andrew asked

"We killed her, you mean," my cousin replied, her tone cold and contemptuous. "Where are the security cameras in the mansion?" She asked with chilling indifference. My body, mired in pain, seemed like a burden, but my ears remained alert.

"In the basement. We have to move; otherwise, that damned Salvatore will finish us off," Andrew replied, his voice trembling with a fear that made my blood run cold.

A shiver ran down my spine as I realized that not only was I lying on the ground, completely motionless, but I was also being left at the mercy of a stranger, a mobster. A tear slid down the corner of my eyes, and at that moment, the dark reality hit me: although it was better to die at that moment, it was supposed to be strong for my baby, but the pain invaded me, and I completely lost consciousness.

CHAPTER 3

P.O.V Salvatore Gianluca

I did not tolerate those who owed me debt; To me, they were rotten beings that simply didn't exist. On my blacklist was framed the name of Andrew Thompson, the damned inveterate gambler who gambled as if he had the world at his feet. And he didn't mind offering anything.

He had given her until midnight, but her silence was deafening. Without any call from him, I had no choice: I had to finish him off. I put on my overcoat and leather gloves, I hated collecting personally, but he owed me too much money.

I called a couple of men and gave them clear instructions.

"Let's go to Thompson's house. As soon as they listen to my orders, they end it all. Shoot at what you find; I don't care who's there. Understood? "

"Yes, sir," my men replied in unison. I trusted them; They were tough twins who never failed their boss.

We got into my dark car and drove down the road to my dear debtor's mansion. As I drove, I readied my gun and moved my neck in circles, trying to relax before committing any atrocities.

I rang the bell on the large brown wooden door, but no one answered. That had surely escaped, though I knew there was no way he was going to get rid of me. He would find it, even if he had to look for it under the stones.

I insisted again, but the situation did not change, no one opened the door. It was time to resort to brute force. Zane and Kane raised their guns and, with a few shots, blew up the lock. In the smoke of the gunpowder, I banged loudly on the door and crossed the threshold. I coughed a little, but it didn't matter; He was determined.

I drew my gun and began to move forward in the darkness. There was no one there. That damn guy had run away, but he wasn't going to leave the search halfway.

"You, go back. I'll go to the second floor," I ordered. I turned on a flashlight, and as I took my first step up the stairs, I tripped over something on the floor.

I'd never shivered before, but that strange texture made me shudder. As I turned to the ground to see what was blocking my way, I found a wounded woman, submerged in a pool of blood. I bent down to take her pulse and felt an icy relief at the realization that she was still alive.

However, my skin crawled when I realized who it was... It was her, I had to keep her alive, it was the woman I was looking for, she was injured and seemed to be serious, I cursed to myself. It never crossed my mind that I would find her in those conditions.

Just then, the twins appeared and turned on the lights in the house.

"Sir, Thompson is nowhere to be found," Zane said, with an uneasy look.

"We searched the whole house, sir, but it looks like he fled. There are traces of blood and marked footprints on the floor leading to the garage door." Kane reinforced

When I realized that the woman was still alive and that her pulse was weak, I realized that he had been the one who had hurt her. That wretch would have to pay for what he had done.

"Put this woman in the car, do it immediately, she needs immediate attention; We must take her to the organization's hospital. If something happens to him, they pay me."

"Yes, sir!" They replied in unison. Carefully, they picked her up and carried her out of the house. If it wasn't taken care of soon, he would probably die.

While the twins took care of her. I walked over to the center table in the living room and saw a photo of Thompson hugging the woman. It was evident that she was his wife. Something had happened in that house, something very serious to have found her injured, almost dead. Damn wretch! I broke the glass of the frame and put the photo in my pocket.

The wretch should run away like a dog, and not only because of the money he owed me, but because he was quite sure that he had intended to murder his own wife. Anger bubbled up in me; I couldn't let him get away with it.

I got into the car with my men, I had to save Thompson's wife's life, because she would be my payment for what he owed me.

It had been a week since we found Roxanne Meyers. By that time, we had already unearthed everything about her, and what I discovered stunned me. That last time I went to the fertility clinic I had to put a knife to the doctor's neck to get him to give me the name of my child's carrier. That name I kept etched in my memory all the time.

Roxanne was still unresponsive, motionless in intermediate care. I had taken her to our private hospital, reserved it for my people, and there she was, under the care of my doctors, all at my service. I was a woman from a renowned family, with a brilliant academic record, but married to an imbecile whose business now belonged to me.

I sighed: gambling and substance ruined the most powerful men. And Thompson for my part, was lost, I would spare no expense until he made him pay.

"Doctor, how long do you think she can be like this for?" I asked, keeping my eyes fixed on her as the specialist checked her.

"I don't know for sure, but it's starting to show some reflexes. It may be soon, Mr. Gianluca. She should go to rest, she has been here a long time."

"I'm not tired," I replied firmly. "I will not move from his side. I couldn't do it, my instinct wouldn't allow me."