Surrogate Love: Carrying The Son Of The Millionaire Enemy

Amelia Roberts arrived at the front door of the elegant Georgian mansion located in Kensington Palace Gardens.

She felt exhausted after a busy day at school, looking up, her eyes widened as she saw a shiny Rolls-Royce Phantom parked near the main entrance.

Could it be possible that her father, the prestigious businessman Malcolm Roberts, had bought her this luxurious car as a gift for her eighteenth birthday?

She immediately imagined herself driving the car through the streets of London, her heart began to beat rapidly with excitement.

She opened the front door and entered the hall, immediately noticing that something was not right, her father was pacing the main hall back and forth, constantly moving his hands nervously.

"Dad? Is something wrong?" Amelia asked, frowning.

Malcolm's eyes locked on her, and before he could respond, the clicking of heels was heard in the hallway and his stepmother, Penelope, strutted into the room.

The woman, with her perfectly coiffed platinum blonde hair and designer dress, looked out of place in the tense atmosphere.

Behind Penelope appeared Daphne, Penelope and Malcolm's daughter, the girl was a reminder of the betrayal of Amelia's mother, having been born when Malcolm was still married to her.

The 19-year-old, blonde and light brown-eyed, directed a look full of contempt at her red-haired sister with curly hair and huge blue eyes.

A wicked smile was noticeable on Penelope's lips, as if she were enjoying some private joke. Her eyes shone with a glint of triumph that made Amelia shudder involuntarily.

"Well, well, it's dear Amelia," Daphne sneered disdainfully, her voice laced with venom that she didn't bother to hide. "How convenient that you've arrived just in time."

"Just in time for what?" Amelia asked, glaring at her.

"Ah, dear Amelia," Penelope chimed in with a saccharine tone that failed to hide her malice. "We were just about to start celebrating, the occasion calls for it.."

"Celebrate? What the hell are you talking about?" Amelia was confused, Penelope had never celebrated anything for her.

Malcolm cleared his throat, attracting his daughter's attention, the man seemed to have aged ten years in a matter of minutes.

"Amelia, daughter, please sit down," he asked in a slow voice, it was as if he had a hard time saying each word. "I have... I have something very important to tell you," he added as he awkwardly adjusted the knot of his tie, a nervous gesture Amelia knew well.

The young woman was intelligent and well-behaved, although Penelope had forced Malcolm to always leave her aside, constantly leaving her in the background.

Amelia obeyed her father and took a seat on one of the velvet sofas, her father sat in front of her and took her hands in his, a gesture that was too kind that he never had.

Amelia noticed that her father's hands were shaking slightly, and that scared her more than anything else.

"Child, what I am about to reveal to you will not be easy to hear," Malcolm said, pausing, as if he were gathering strength to continue.

"For heaven's sake, Dad, can you stop beating around the bush?" Daphne exclaimed, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "Tell your dull daughter what she's in for, it's not like it's the end of the world... well, maybe for her it is," she added with a sly grin.

"Shut up, Daphne!" Amelia snapped, jumping to her feet, her blue eyes flashing with fury. "No one gave you permission to open your mouth, you bitch, this is between me and my father."

"Don't talk to your sister like that!" Penelope barked, stepping forward with her fists clenched. Her face, normally expressionless thanks to the botox, contorted into a grimace of rage.

"That thing is not my sister," Amelia spat in contempt, pointing a finger at Daphne. "She is only the fruit of your deceit and betrayal of my mother. She will never be my family!"

Daphne's face turned red with anger, her light brown eyes darkened dangerously, with a scream of rage, she lunged at Amelia, grabbing her hair tightly.

"I'll teach you to respect me, you damn orphan!" Daphne screamed as she pulled Amelia's hair.

Both young women rolled on the ground, screaming and insulting each other, the next thing was screams and gasps as they tore their clothes in the middle of the fight, Malcolm tried to separate them, but Penelope stopped him, holding his arm tightly.

"Leave them alone, Malcolm!" Penelope exclaimed, with a crooked smile on her lips. "Let them resolve their differences like the women they are!"

Penelope was so twisted that she was enjoying this, she didn't care that one of those girls was her daughter, for her, it was a sight that she didn't see every day.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Malcolm shouted, but his voice was lost in the chaos.

After several minutes of struggling, scratching and hair pulling, Amelia managed to get away from Daphne and pushed her away with a strong push.

Daphne looked at her sister with contempt, her eyes flashing as she wiped a trickle of blood that ran from the corner of her lips. Her perfect hairdo was now a mess, and her designer dress was torn in several places.

"You're a fucking bitch, Amelia," she spat with hatred. "My mother should have gotten rid of you as soon as dad brought her into this house! You're a disgrace to this family."

"You and your mother are the only disgraces here," Amelia replied in a voice as cold as ice. "They destroyed this family long before I could do anything about it."

"Enough!" Malcolm raised his voice, stepping between his two daughters. "Behave with the dignity that young ladies of your class deserve. This... This is not what I wanted for any of you."

"Oh, please, Malcolm," Penelope interjected in a mocking tone. "Don't come here and give that kind of speech now, just say what you've agreed to and that's it."

Malcolm closed his eyes for a moment, as if his wife's words had physically struck him. When he opened them again, he looked at Amelia with an expression of deep regret.

"Amelia, daughter, what I have to tell you is... is..."

Penelope's gaze hardened and she glared at her husband with a cold stare.

"Amelia, I have agreed that... that you will stay away from us for a while," she finally said, each word seeming to cause him physical pain. "In exchange, we will receive a large sum that will allow us to save Roberts Enterprises from bankruptcy."

"What?" Amelia whispered, her voice barely audible. "No, Dad! You can't do something like that!" her voice grew louder with each word. "What do you mean by pushing me away?"

Daphne giggled at her sister's distress.

"Well, well, it seems that Dad has sold you out," she said with false sympathy. "And you always believed that Dad loved you, look at the twists and turns life takes, ha, ha, ha. I always knew you would end up like this, Amelia, you are of no importance, do you understand now?"

"Shut your mouth, stupid!" Amelia shouted, her eyes filled with tears of helplessness and rage. "You know nothing, nothing!"

Malcolm took a step towards his daughter.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart, I had no choice, it was this or losing everything..."

"Shut up!" Amelia cut him off, jumping to her feet. "You can't be serious! How could you sell me out like this? I'm your daughter! Your blood!"

Penelope put an arm around Daphne's shoulders in an almost motherly gesture, a triumphant smile curling her perfectly painted lips.

"Come on Malcolm, don't justify yourself anymore," she said in a false tone. "You did the right thing by selling that ungrateful orphan, it's what she deserves for her insolence. Besides, think of all the good you'll do with that money, we'll be able to save the company, maintain our way of life..."

"Shut the fuck up, Penelope!" Amelia screamed, beside herself. "You're nothing but a climbing whore who got into this family to hunt down a rich husband!"

"How dare you!" the woman put a hand to her chest, feigning indignation. "Malcolm, control this spoiled brat!"

Malcolm rubbed his temples, dejected.

"Penelope is right, Amelia, it is the best thing for the family... to save us."

"To hell with your damn family!" Amelia could not hold back her tears of rage and helplessness. "You are not my father anymore!"

At that moment, the front door burst open, and two burly men, dressed in menacing black suits, burst into the living room.

Amelia felt terrified when they grabbed her by the arms with force and began to drag her towards the exit, regardless of her struggles.

"No! Let me go, damn it!" the young woman screamed in a torn voice. "Dad, please do something! Don't let them take me!"

Malcolm could only hide his face in his hands, unable to witness how they took his beloved Amelia away. Penelope, on the other hand, watched the scene with a mocking smile, completely pleased by what was happening.

"Come on, Malcolm, don't complain so much," she said with disdain, "as if your little daughter was dying."

Outside, the burly men dragged Amelia to the Rolls-Royce and threw her unceremoniously into the back seat.

"Please..." she begged through tears, "don't hurt me... please... I beg you..."

"You better calm down," said one of the men, "you don't want to be difficult, you've been very lucky, you'll be the mother of our boss's child, many would kill to be in your place."

Amelia was terribly scared when she heard those cruel words.

This afternoon that should have been a celebration for her eighteenth birthday had turned into her worst nightmare, she should have imagined it, they had never celebrated her birthday, what the hell led her to think that this day would be different?

Tears ran down her cheeks as the Rolls-Royce Phantom drove away from Kensington, taking her towards an uncertain future.

As the car moved forward, Amelia felt a wave of anger take over her, she looked around, looking for any object with which she could defend herself, she was not going to allow herself to be used in this way, as an object, as merchandise, she would fight tooth and nail before resigning herself.

She noticed a small pistol holstered in the belt of one of the men, with a quick movement, she took it and pointed it at the guy sitting next to her, the thugs were surprised.

The car made a violent turn, causing Amelia to hit her head against the door, she felt terrible pain and everything went dark around her.

The young woman regained consciousness some time later. Her hands were tied. She was in an unfamiliar room, lying on a bed. She felt dizzy and disoriented, but the reality of her situation hit her hard.

Tears of rage and helplessness welled up in her eyes. What had she done to deserve this? For the first time in her life, she felt terribly afraid, especially when the door to that room began to slowly open.

The door to the dark room opened completely, startling Amelia. The two burly men who had brought her there entered first, looking around the place with expressionless glances. Right after, a decrepit-looking old man crossed the threshold, leaning heavily on a cane.

Amelia held her breath as she saw that old man who was surely her captor. A shiver of fear ran down her spine as she studied him surreptitiously.

His skin was yellow and wrinkled, his eyes were small and watery, his nose was hooked and his lips were pursed in a bitter grimace, and it seemed to her that he exuded evil from every pore.

The old man fixed his gaze on Amelia and a crooked smile appeared on his thin lips, he limped over and, without warning, grabbed her roughly by the chin forcing her to stare at him.

"Well, well..." he said in a raspy voice "I must admit that that idiot Roberts did not lie to me after all, you are a most satisfactory acquisition."

Amelia turned her face away with a gesture of repulsion and could not help but spit in his face, splashing her wrinkled cheeks with saliva, the two guards stepped forward with a threatening expression, but the old man made a sign for them to stop.

To Amelia's surprise, the old man began to laugh out loud.

"Perfect! "He exclaimed, wiping his face with a handkerchief, "I like your guts, little girl. My heir will be a strong and healthy boy, as he should be."

Amelia felt her blood run cold upon hearing those words. Was that disgusting old man trying to impregnate her to bear his child? The thought alone made her stomach turn.

"No, please!" she begged in a heartbroken voice. "Let me go! I'll do anything, but don't make me do this!"

The old man turned around to leave. Amelia tried to get up, but it was impossible since her hands were still tied.

"Please! I promise to behave! I'll do whatever you ask me to, but don't turn me into a... a human incubator!"

The old man stopped dead and looked at Amelia with a mocking look, then with a slight movement of his hand, one of the burly guards approached the young woman and untied her wrists.

"You see, little girl? Everything can be easier if you cooperate a little," he scolded her with feigned kindness. "Now keep your mouth shut and behave properly, in return, I promise you will be treated like a queen, you will have all the comforts you could wish for during your... stay here."

The old man walked towards the exit, but before leaving, he stopped and looked over his shoulder with a smile that Amelia found macabre.

"By the way, if you try to escape or disobey my orders, I will not hesitate to discipline you... In my own way, Javier and Tomás have very precise instructions on how to deal with unruly guests, you might want to ask them..."

With that, he left the room, leaving Amelia terrified. The young woman dropped to the floor, trembling from head to toe, her eyes meeting the icy gazes of Javier and Tomás.

The two men, with hard expressions, crossed their arms at chest level and turned to leave through the door, but not before giving her a deep warning look.

Tears began to flow once again from Amelia's eyes. What was going to become of her from now on? Would she really be forced to conceive a child for that evil old man?

A little while later, the door opened again and a young girl came in pushing a cart with covered trays. She couldn't have been more than 15 or 16 years old and her extreme thinness made her look even younger. When she saw Amelia, she gave her a shy smile as a greeting.

"Miss, my name is Lucy," she said in a soft voice. "I have been sent to take care of you. You must eat everything I have brought here. You must be healthy and very strong. Tomorrow the family doctor will come to see you to make sure you are in optimal condition... to be a mother."

When she heard the last sentence, Amelia's eyes filled with tears again. She stood up to approach the girl, and with a furious backhand movement, she sent the entire tray to the floor, spilling its contents on the carpet.

Lucy looked at her with wide eyes, bringing her hands to her mouth, tears starting to flow from her eyes.

"Don't tell me you're going to cry," Amelia said coldly, "after all, I'm the real prisoner in this place, not you."

"Miss..." Lucy stammered between sobs as she knelt down to pick up the remains of the tray, "my boss will deduct everything you broke..." Amelia felt bad for what she had done, after all, the girl wasn't to blame for what was happening to her.

Lucy finished picking everything up as quickly as she could and hurried out of the room with the trays on the cart, while still crying.

Amelia watched her leave with a sigh, she hadn't meant to hurt her, but at that moment she felt so desperate...

A few minutes later, the door swung open again and one of the guards, Javier, entered abruptly, carrying another tray with food and drinks and a furious expression on his face.

"Listen to me carefully, spoiled brat," he growled in a threatening tone, "you're going to eat all of this right now or I swear I'll force it into your mouth myself, do you understand me?"

Amelia gulped as she saw the murderous look in the eyes of that behemoth, for a moment she considered challenging him, but something inside her told her it would be foolish to push her luck like that, she nodded slowly and began to eat bite by bite, without saying anything, until there was not a single residue left on the tray.

Javier stared at her the whole time, his arms crossed over his chest. When he saw her finish, he gave her a sideways smile.

"See how easy it is when we cooperate? Keep being so obedient and we won't have any problems, sweetheart."

He then turned around and headed for the door, but before leaving, he stopped and looked over his shoulder, giving her a look full of warning.

"By the way, we had a little... setback because of what happened with the car during your transfer. And the boss didn't like it at all that we damaged his brand new Rolls-Royce, that cost us a good punishment, you know? So you better not give us any more problems, if you know what's good for you."

With that, he left the room, leaving her alone again. As soon as the door closed, Amelia jumped up and grabbed the porcelain vase from the table next to the sofa. With a gasp, she threw it against the door with all her strength, shattering it.

"I won't give up so easily, you bastards!" she howled, her cheeks flushed. "I will find a way to escape this hell, even if I have to risk my life! I will not become anyone's surrogate mother!"

A couple of days later, Terry, Stevenson's grandson, showed up before his grandfather. The old man had summoned him to discuss an important matter.

"I'm glad you came, Terry, I have something very serious to discuss with you."

Terry frowned, he knew his grandfather's machinations all too well. They rarely came up with anything good.

"Well, here I am," Terry replied. "I hope it's important."

Stevenson fixed his piercing gaze on his grandson.

"I need you to contribute your genetic code," the old man blurted out.

Terry blinked several times, trying to process what he had just heard. "My what?" "What the hell are you talking about, Grandfather?"

The old man sighed impatiently, as if he were dealing with a particularly slow child.

"I need you to donate your sperm to sire an heir who will carry our blood," Stevenson explained, not sugarcoating his words.

Terry felt himself gasping for air, his mind refusing to process what he had just heard.

"You are completely insane!" he exclaimed. "I will not participate in this madness! Have you completely lost your mind?"

"Calm down and sit down!" Stevenson ordered, slamming his fist on the desk. "This is not a request, it's an order! Don't you dare defy me, boy."

Terry clenched his jaw, feeling anger and indignation wash over him.

"I am an old man, Terry, my end is near," Stevenson continued, moderating his tone slightly. "But my empire cannot be left in the wrong hands. You are my only hope for a true heir, someone who can continue my legacy and maintain our family's power."

Terry snorted, disbelief giving way to a mix of disgust and revulsion.

"And why don't you ask your son?" he asked sarcastically. "Or is my father not good enough for your precious legacy?"

"Your father is a useless drunk," the old man growled. "He's wasted every chance I've given him. You are my only option, the last hope to preserve everything I've built."

Terry shook his head, disgusted by the whole situation.

"I won't, Grandpa," he stated firmly. "I will not lend my body to your twisted experiments. Find someone else for your power plays."

Stevenson rolled his eyes, a cruel smile appearing on his wrinkled lips.

"Very well, if that is your final decision," he said in an icy voice, "I will be forced to withdraw your status as sole heir and name your cousin Nathan as my successor."

Terry paled; Nathan was an unscrupulous spender, capable of selling out his own mother for a handful of dollars. If he inherited the Stevenson empire, everything Terry had worked for would go down the drain in a matter of months.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He felt trapped, furious at being between a rock and a hard place.

"Fine, I will," he finally said, feeling the words burn his throat. "But on one condition: I want it done in the most clinical and impersonal way possible, I don't want to know anything beyond what is strictly necessary."

Stevenson smiled crookedly, triumph shining in his sunken eyes. He had won, as he always did, no matter the cost to those around him.

"Very well," the old man nodded. "You'll be expected at the clinic first thing tomorrow morning. Don't let me down, Terry."

The next day, his stomach churning with anxiety and embarrassment, Terry arrived at the private clinic. A nurse greeted him at the reception desk and led him to a small private room.

"You can deposit your sample here, sir," the nurse said with a flirtatious smile that Terry thought was out of place. She handed him a small glass container. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me."

Terry bit back a protest, nodding stiffly. He felt humiliated, reduced to nothing more than a donor in his grandfather's twisted scheme.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Amelia was huddled in a corner of her room, when suddenly, the door opened, and a doctor walked in carrying a briefcase. Amelia shrank even further, trying to make herself invisible, but she knew it was useless.

"Miss Roberts," the doctor said in a voice that was meant to be calm, "I need you to relax, I'm going to perform some routine medical checks on you."

Amelia nodded silently, trembling as she meekly submitted to the tests.

Blood samples were taken and an abdominal ultrasound was performed. Amelia kept her eyes closed throughout the procedure, wishing she was anywhere else.

"Everything seems to be in order," the doctor muttered, more to himself than to Amelia. "I'll be back in a couple of days with the final results."

Two days later, just as promised, the doctor returned.

"Miss Roberts," the man said, avoiding looking her in the eye, "I have completed all the relevant tests and can confirm that you are in enviable health. There is no contraindication to you being able to... safely conceive a child."

"I cannot do this," she stammered through tears. "Please do not force me into this..."

The doctor looked away, clearly uncomfortable with the young woman's suffering.

"I am very sorry for your situation, but those are not my orders."

A few hours later, two nurses dragged a sterile chamber into her room, then began to remove medical instruments.

"Please, miss," one of them said in a monotone voice, "we need you to lie down on the table. We are going to proceed with artificial insemination."

Amelia's face turned livid, for a moment she thought of resisting, of fighting tooth and nail against this cruel fate.

But the cold gaze of the women told her it would be useless, that there was no escape from this horror.

Resigned, she lay back on the cold table, squeezing her eyes shut, wishing it was all a nightmare from which she would soon wake up.

When it was over, she lay still, staring blankly at the ceiling. The tears had stopped falling, replaced by a void that threatened to consume her completely.

Two weeks later, the doctor returned, his expression serious.

"Miss Roberts..." he said, clearing his throat, "I regret to inform you that the preliminary tests were negative, you have not yet conceived."

Amelia's momentary relief soon gave way to a new wave of terror as she realized she would have to go through it all again.

This time, instead of letting herself be led meekly, Amelia clung to the back of an armchair, refusing to move.

She screamed out her pleadings and desperation at the top of her lungs, and the two burly guards came to subdue her by force, immobilizing her while one of them gave her an injection that plunged her into unconsciousness.

Several weeks passed, and one day, the doctor came again and, after examining her, uttered the words that sealed Amelia's sad fate:

"Congratulations, Miss Roberts... You are officially pregnant."

Amelia couldn't believe it. She put her hands on her still flat belly, feeling a mix of conflicting emotions.

"My little one..." she whispered in a shaky voice, a tear rolling down her cheek. "No matter what happens, I will love and care for you no matter what."

Days turned into weeks and then months, time passing slowly for Amelia, as her belly swelled more and more.

Despite her reality, the young woman couldn't help but feel a warm emotion every time she felt her baby's little kicks.

"Mommy loves you, little one," she whispered with a sad smile. "I would do anything to protect you, my boy..."

One afternoon, Amelia woke up startled, the door abruptly opened. Two nurses entered pushing a stretcher covered in medical instruments.

"What are you doing?" Amelia stammered, sitting up with difficulty. "There are still days until my baby is born!"

The nurses didn't even look at her, one of them approached with a huge syringe.

"Hey! Answer already!" Amelia screamed, panic growing inside her. "You can't just...!"

She didn't manage to finish her sentence, the woman stuck the needle in her, and a powerful sedative began to run through her veins.

Minutes later, Amelia regained consciousness in an operating room, she was on a stretcher, with her huge belly exposed.

"What... what is going on?" she stammered in terror. "My baby...! What have they done to my baby?"

"Calm down, Miss Roberts," a nurse replied in a nonchalant tone. "It's just a C-section."

Amelia turned livid as she realized what was happening. She wanted to scream, to move, to escape, but her body would not respond to her commands.

The medical staff rushed in, a surgeon stood at the foot of the stretcher and, with a practical movement, cut Amelia's belly without the slightest consideration.

"AAAAAAHH!" the young woman howled despite the sedative.

Amelia cried, while she struggled to stay conscious.

"My baby...!" she managed to moan, her voice barely audible. "Give me my baby!"

Suddenly, a loud, sharp cry filled the room, it was the unmistakable cry of a newborn.

Amelia raised her head and saw a small baby covered in blood that was hastily wrapped in white blankets.