ACCIDENTAL SURROGATE BRIDE FOR THE BILLIONAIRES

MAY

Life was great.

At least, it was going great.

My life wasn't perfect but it wasn't bad either.

I was beautiful, rich, relatively comfortable and soon to be engaged to a man I've loved for a long time now.

That was until it was thoroughly shattered by that night. The night supposed to be my second happiest night turned into my greatest nightmare.

Looking back, I thought about my life.

How on earth did it go so wrong?

As the daughter of the most successful medical practitioner in the whole country, there was nothing more I could have asked for.

As May Greenfield, life looked like a bed of roses. Maybe it was, I'm not sure.

I've never known my mother as she died while giving birth to me, but I was at least blessed with a doting father.

Marcus Greenfield, my father was an icon in the country, known not only for him incredible medical expertise but also for his philanthropic deeds. He was a role model like no other and the best dad anyone could ask for.

After my mother's death, dad cared for me on his own, doing his best to manage his busy schedule and taking care of a baby as a single father. Even though I had a nanny, he would spend time with me just so that I had a parental presence in my life.

I loved him for that.

Unfortunately, by the time I was ten, I saw it quite clearly that he couldn't go on like this. His job and all of his social activities as a doctor, businessman and philanthropist were taking a huge toll on him. Including me was only making his life harder and draining him faster.

I could tell, and if I could tell at ten, I can only imagine what the people around him thought.

Eventually, he succumbed to the pressure and reluctantly informed me that he was going to marry again.

I had no objections to that.

The sweet innocence of childhood had me craving for a family like everyone else. I wanted a mother who I could be a girl with in ways I couldn't with my father.

When he told me he was getting married to my nanny since she was the most familiar with me, I was even more overjoyed.

I loved my nanny.

It as a dream come true.

Her daughter was my closest friend at the time so the thought of us becoming sisters made me giddy with joy.

Just how wrong I was.

Once, Emma and her mother, Sherlyn became family, I realised quite quickly that we weren't a family. It was just me and my dad still.

My step mother and sister made my life as hellish as they could. It wasn't much considering the fact that they knew that my dad would throw them out the second he finds out, but they did enough to make a ten year old girl cry herself to sleep every night for the next five years.

But, that was all it took.

All it took was five years and I was done allowing myself to get affected by them and I began living my life for myself.

It worked like magic.

I couldn't care less what they did and even though they were awful towards me, they could never really abuse me physically as my father's presence wouldn't let them.

At seventeen, I met Conan Grey who was twenty at the time, at one of my father's charity balls. He was there to represent his father and he was quite smitten with me as I was with him.

At twenty, Conan Grey was already a household name in the tech and business industry, making a name for himself as the youngest CEO of a tech company, Grey Tech.

At the time, it was still growing so the ball was an opportunity for him to meet investors as well as represent his dad.

In his words, he forgot all of that once he saw me. He spent the whole night with me instead and left without even meeting my father. It was the most memorable thing that had happened to me since my father's marriage.

Our relationship soon got public. Conan was a great boyfriend and life was perfect.

Until it wasn't.

My father fell terribly ill.

All of the stress must have caught up to him because he ended up bedridden by the time I was nineteen.

It was the worst year of my life.

Dealing with my father's illness along with my step mother and Emma's antics was draining and tiring.

All I had to keep me going was Conan.

He cared for me and supported me.

He made life a little better for me.

Things were even better when it seemed like my dad had made sure to secure my future.

I was named the heir to my father's empire in his will, but my step mother was named regent until I got married to Conan, after which I would rightfully own all of it.

The urgency to marry Conan became even more prevalent when a few months under my stepmother's control had almost ruined my father's hospital. Government policies were threatening to force the hospital into foreclosure and I couldn't have that.

The hospital was my father's life's work. I would rather die than let it go into foreclosure.

Conan seemed to agree with me as he immediately proposed to me once I turned twenty.

The engagement party was fixed and all was in order for what would have been my second happiest day ever.

Everything was in order.

The party was set and Conan hired the best makeup artists in the country to make sure I looked heavenly.

In his words;

"You're already an angel. Let's make even heaven aware of that."

I was the happiest person and even Emma's obvious jealousy did nothing to dent my joy.

Until Conan stormed into the party with seething anger aimed at me.

"Conan?" I called, confused. "What happened?"

"You bitch!" He hissed. "You fucking cheated on me!"

Life sucks.

MAY

"What?" I asked as he stormed over to me, his face red from anger. "Why are you talking about, Conan? You've dated me since I was seventeen! You know I'm a virgin!"

"Then fucking explain this!" He hissed as he threw a document at my feet.

I glared at him defiantly as I bent down to pick it up.

"Why today of all days, Conan?"

"What? I should have waited until I was engaged to a stupid whore like you?!"

"Don't you dare call me that!" I retorted as my eyes stung, tears threatening to force their way out as I held them back.

"Then fucking explain that!" He yelled.

I turned my attention to the document and read through it, my expression morphing from anger, to confusion, then disbelief, and finally, to horror.

"What on earth is this?" I asked.

"Exactly what it looks like, May!" Conan yelled. "You're pregnant! You've been pregnant for a fucking month!"

"That's impossible!" I yelled. "I'm a virgin!"

"That's what I fucking thought!" Conan hissed, then he had a somewhat dejected look as his voice softened. "I was patient, May. I loved you so much that I was willing to wait until we were married before I did anything with you. If you really needed a man, why didn't you come to me? This would have been our child!"

"I am not pregnant!" I yelled, unable to control the tears as they poured in torrents. Even though, Conan towered over him at 6'5 compared to my 5'10, I made sure to stare into his eyes even if I had to crane my neck. "I am not pregnant, Conan. I have never had any romantic relationships with any other guy except you. You know how many people have tried to entice me and make me leave you, Conan. I stayed. I rejected them all and atayed with you!"

"Obviously, you didn't," he replied. "If you did then you won't be pregnant!"

"What do I have to do to convince you that I'm not pregnant?!" I sobbed. "This result is fake! I never gave my consent for this."

"I was tipped of the possibility a few weeks ago and I secretly had this test done without your knowledge because I suspected you would refuse if I asked," Conan said. "This is real, May."

"I would have agreed!" I yelled. "I have never lied to you and I will never do that!"

"You are lying right now, May," Conan sighed, as if tired of yelling. "The result says it all. I don't think I have the time or patience to argue right now. I'm tired, May. I really am. You can go get another test done at the hospital if you want."

"Then let's go!" I said enthusiastically as I held his wrist and headed for the door.

"Get your filthy paws off me!" He hissed as he yanked his hand from mine. "I have done the test and I trust it. I am done with you, May. It's over between us."

The words took a while to register themselves in my head and for a while, I couldn't help but stare at him in confusion.

The hall hd gone silent. The murmurs, gasps and even the music had stopped.

Time stood still in that moment.

And then it came crashing down on me.

My knees buckled under me and gave up on me as I fell to the floor.

"What?"

"You heard me," he said calmly. "I can't do this, May. I'm tired."

"You can't do that," I sobbed. "You can't leave me. What about us? What about the plans we made? The future we wanted? What happens to us?"

"You ruined us, May," he sighed. "You ruined everything."

Those words broke me and for a while, I heard nothing else, until a shrill female voice scoffed.

"Disgusting," Sherlyn hissed. "You paraded yourself like you were the epitome of virtue and loyalty but you were nothing but a whore. This is a disgrace to your dying father and our family!"

"I didn't do this," I sobbed. "I've never had sex with anyone."

"Then, how do you explain that?" Emma asked.

"You've ruined not just your life but ours as well!" Sherlyn stormed over to me and dealt me a resounding slap. "What happens to our family now?! What happens to your father's hospital?! He trusted you with his wealth and this is how you repay him?! By being a whore?!"

"I didn't -"

"Stop your lies, May," Emma cut me off as she walked to stand beside her mother. "I've had people watch you this past year. I know of all the guys you've been with."

She turned her attention to Conan.

"I'm sorry, Conan. I tried to warn you."

"You!" I growled. "You did this, Emma!"

I stood up to charge at her but was stopped by a hard shove that once again sent me to the floor.

It took a few seconds to shake myself out of the daze and look up in disbelief.

"You shoved me," I sobbed. "Conan, you shoved me."

"Stop this disgraceful act," he hissed as he turned to Sherlyn. "I'm sorry that things got to this."

Sherlyn wiped the fake tears on the corners of her eyes as she shook her head.

"I should be apologising. I should have raised her better."

"You nev-"

"Enough, May!" Conan yelled before turning back to Sherlyn. "I would still love to save Greenfield hospital. That's why with your blessing, I would love to propose to Emma. With our union, the hospital could still be saved."

"What?" I said with a hoarse voice. "Conan."

"You have my blessing, even though I wish it didn't come to this," Sherlyn smiled as she nudged Emma into Conan's hands.

Lies.

They wanted this.

Sherlyn's attention then turned to me.

"As regent and current matriarch of the Greenfield family, I disown you, May. You are no longer a Greenfield and you will be cut off from the family's wealth and resources. You have brought shame to put name and you will suffer the consequences until your father recovers and gives his verdict."

A ghost of a smirk appeared on her face for a split second, just enough for me to see alone.

"Get out."

By a gesture from Conan, security guards hoisted me to my feet and dragged me out of the hall as I offered no resistance.

I was kicked out of my own engagement party.

Life is hell.

MAY

As if to mock me, the heavens decided to open its stupid maw and pour rain on this same day. The wind was howling and I could barely hold myself up right as I trudged through the rain.

What did I do to deserve this?

I had tried going home.

But, I was turned away at the gate.

They won't even let me see my father.

What on earth happened to me?

I still held the pregnancy test results even though it was nothing but soggy paper in my hand now.

All it took was this cursed piece of paper and I had lost everything in my life. It didn't even take an hour and May Greenfield is now a homeless, penniless existence.

I walked for longer than I had ever walked my whole life.

I was cold. My bones rattled from the immense cold. My legs ached so much that they had gone numb.

I walked until the rain stopped and eventually found myself in the only place I could feel my father's warmth.

And the place that doomed me.

Greenfield Hospital.

The doors slid open once I approached them and I dragged my feet into the pristine white lobby. My eyes were unfocused and my breath came in ragged huffs. My heartbeat was erratic and I was growing colder by the second.

I recognised the receptionist though.

"Hello, Celine," I said to the horrified receptionist before my body hit the floor with a thud and my world went dark.

****

I woke up to a pristinely white room.

It took a few seconds to reorient myself but once I did, tears flowed out of my eyes in a steady stream.

"You almost died yesterday, May," a familiar voice said and I turned my head to see one of my father's friend and fellow doctor as she sat at the edge of my bed, reading through a report. "Why did you walk under the rain? You suffered from hypothermia."

"Am I pregnant, Susan?" I asked calmly. "I've never had sex before. How is it possible that I am pregnant?"

"I don't know," Susan sighed as she adjusted her glasses. "I was watching the event on the TV from here and I was surprised when I heard all of it too."

"But, the results came from here," I sobbed. "Greenfield doomed me."

"Don't say that," she sighed. "Greenfield never has and never will do you any harm."

"Can I talk to my father?" I asked. "Can you help me get to him?"

Susan shook her head regretfully.

"Unfortunately, I can't. I tried calling him when I watched the things Susan and Emma did to you. They seemed to have anticipated that because his phone has been off since then. I have not been able to reach him."

"They cut me off of everything, Susan," I sobbed. "I have nothing to my name."

"We can work through this," Susan said soothingly. "We can get to the bottom of this."

"Am I pregnant?" I asked again. "I've never had sex and I know I have never been sexually assaulted either. How on earth am I pregnant?"

Susan took a few seconds to reply as she mulled it over.

"You are pregnant," she eventually said. "I did a bit of digging and I'm sorry, but I ran the tests without your permission so that I am sure of it. You are indeed pregnant, May."

"What?" I asked dejectedly. "Why? How? What happened to me?"

"Unfortunately, I think someone took advantage of a terrible situation," she sighed. "I am more than disgusted myself."

I could hear the anger in her voice and that made me eager to know.

"What happened, Susan?"

"The documents said that you agreed to an artificial insemination a month ago," she said as she calmed down.

"What?" I frowned, wiping the tears from my eyes. "I never did anything like that."

"I know you didn't," Susan sighed. "At least not intentionally."

"I don't drink," I said. "There's no way I would have agreed without knowing."

"Do you remember what happened to you a month ago?" Susan asked. "Think carefully."

It took a few seconds to sort through my memories but my eyes widened as I remembered.

"I was in an accident," I said. "I was rushed here for the operation and that's all I remember.

"Apparently, you also signed a few documents," she sighed.

"I did nothing like that," I hissed. "I didn't sign anything."

"Not with your signature," she said slowly, almost like she was trying to control her emotions. "You signed using a thumbprint."

"What?!" I yelled as I tried sitting up but felt too dizzy so I laid back down. "Anyone could have used my hand to do that. Since when does this hospital allow thumb print signatures?!"

"We allow it," she sighed. "It is usually closely supervised but for people who probably don't have the strength to move but enough presence of mind, your father would help them sign with their thumbprints if their families are not present. It has helped save lives."

"And it has ruined mine," I sobbed.

"You underwent a two part surgery," she continued slowly. "One to save your live, and the other to impregnate you by artificial insemination. That's how you got pregnant."

"Which doctor was in charge of this?" I asked. "I want to see them."

"The bastard resigned not long after your surgery," she said. "I believe he must have been paid off."

"So, Sherlyn and Emma did have a hand in this?" I asked.

"I believe so," she replied. "Considering how convenient all of this is, it wouldn't be farfetched to say that they might have had a hand in your accident as well."

I was silent for a long moment after that.

It hurt to imagine that the people my dad thought would make my life better were so intent on ruining me.

Finally, I spoke.

"So, do you have any idea who the father of this child is?"

Susan took a few seconds to answer.

"That's the problem, May."

She hesitated before she continued.

"Your pregnancy seems to carry the DNA of these people. It's a medical miracle."