The Billionaire's Pampered Surrogate

"Melanie Scott, twenty-one years old, graduated with honors from Chanvale University. A virgin who has no sexual experience, and is very healthy..."

The man sitting opposite Melanie Scott closed the file after reading it out loud. He frowned and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Melanie, who looked so innocent and beautiful, tightened her grip on the hemline of her dress and responded anxiously, "Yes, I'm sure. I need the money badly."

"How much money do you need?"

Melanie was stunned for a moment. With her head lowered, she muttered, "Ten... Ten million dollars."

The man's frown deepened. "At most, it should take you a month to get pregnant. You'll carry the baby to full term, so that will be a total of ten months. This must remain a secret. So, you are not allowed to leave here or contact anyone. Can you do it?"

Melanie took a deep breath. Her knuckles were turning white as she said in a trembling voice, "Yes, I... I can, but on one condition."

"Shoot," said the man, folding his arms.

"After I sign this agreement, you have to transfer ten million dollars to my bank account as soon as I get pregnant. I need the money urgently."

Ugh! What a greedy young woman!

A trace of contempt flashed through the man's eyes. "No problem. Get ready. Your sugar daddy will be here at eight o'clock tonight. Remember, this is not child's play. Your sugar daddy is a no-nonsense man. You'd better get pregnant within a month. Otherwise, you can say goodbye to the ten million dollars."

Evening came quickly. The clock had almost chimed eight.

After she took a bath and got changed, Melanie was sent to a room in the villa. It was so dark that she feared she had gotten blind.

The room was extremely quiet. The only sound she could hear was the ticking of a clock on the wall.

Several minutes passed as Melanie stood alone in the pitch-black room. Suddenly, the door swung open and a man came in. Melanie couldn't see his figure, let alone his face. She was about to wrap her arms around her naked body when the man grabbed her and threw her onto the bed.

"Ten million dollars? What a greedy woman you are!"

The man's cold sneer broke the silence in the room. Melanie felt like she had just been punched in her chest.

Holding her chest, she shut her eyes tightly and bit her lower lip until a sharper pain shot to her brain. Her voice trembled as she said, "Get on with it, will you? Stop talking nonsense!"

The man snorted with disdain. The next second, he pounced on her cruelly.

He was so rough that as soon as he went into her, her entire body tensed up and then began to vibrate.

Tears slipped down the corners of her eyes. She shut them tightly and bit her lower lip hard just to brave the pain that was tearing through her.

This was all for her family. As long as she survived tonight, she would save Scott Group and her father wouldn't have to go to jail just because he couldn't pay his debt.

Driven by her ambition, Melanie wrapped her arms around the man's neck as her brain numbed the pain. She pressed her soft red lips against his and seduced him innocently, "Harder, stallion. Fuck me harder."

The man grunted and whispered in her ear, "You asked for it. Don't regret it later."

Following that, Melanie went to the brink of death several times. He pounded her so hard that her body soon went limp. By the time he was done with her, she couldn't lift a finger or even breathe without feeling sore all over.

The next morning, Melanie was awoken by a warm sunlight on her face. She opened her eyes and found that she was all alone in the room. She was still trying to keep awake when a maid pushed the door open and said in a cold voice, "He'll have sex with you every night until you get pregnant. If you aren't with a child in a month, you have to pack up and leave."

Clasping her hands tightly, Melanie prayed that she would fall pregnant before the ultimatum.

The rough sex continued for six more nights. On each occasion, Melanie felt she was better off dead. The man was a beast!

Thankfully, she was confirmed pregnant about a month later.

"The sum of ten million has been transferred to your account. From now on, you shouldn't stress yourself at all. You don't have to worry about a thing. Just eat and sleep well."

Mixed feelings surged inside Melanie when she heard that. After fighting back tears of joy and pain, she grabbed the maid's hand and said, "I want to call my dad to ask if he's safe now. I also want to know if he received the ten million. Please help me. I promise not to reveal anything to him. Cross my heart... Please, help me."

Perhaps the middle-aged maid's heart was touched by Melanie's pitiful look. With her phone in hand, she asked, "What exactly do you want to say? I can only text him for you. But this will be the first and last time!"

Nine months later, a heavily pregnant Melanie lay on the bed in the villa. She was sweating profusely with her legs open wide.

Shrill cries echoed in the room. The female doctor who had on a pair of gloves and a mask stood in front of her and urged, "I can see the baby's head! Push harder, push!"

With all the strength she could muster, Melanie gritted her teeth hard and pushed like never before.

The baby slipped out of her. And the next second, a piercing cry was heard.

The doctor quickly wrapped the baby up and put it into an incubator. Then, she ordered someone who was standing in the shadows, "Take the baby out right now."

In a pool of her own blood, Melanie tilted her head and said amidst tears, "Please let me have a look at my child."

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. The baby was out the door before she knew it.

Melanie had no idea whether the child was a boy or a girl.

Outside the villa, there was a black limited-edition Maybach parked in the driveway.

The man sitting in the backseat stared at the crying baby who was still covered in blood and amniotic fluid. His face slowly contorted in a frown.

"Congratulations, Mr. Collins. The baby looks just like you!"

"Shut up!" the man said curtly. "How can you already tell that we look alike? Drive to the hospital now!"

"Yes, sir," the driver responded, starting the ignition.

Back in the villa, Melanie stumbled to her feet with her hand clutching her belly. She looked out of the window, only to find a black shiny car driving away.

The day after Melanie gave birth, she rushed home even though she was still in pain and was very weak.

Melanie had been racking her brain throughout the ride. Now that she was standing at the door, she still couldn't come up with a good excuse as to why she disappeared for ten whole months. She took a deep breath and reached out to press the doorbell, only to find that the door was ajar.

She pushed it gently and walked in. However, there was no one in the living room.

Was there no one at home? Even if her father went to work, her stepmother, Ximena Scott usually stayed at home with her daughter, Elliana Crowell. Where could they have gone leaving the door ajar?

Melanie was about to go upstairs when she saw two familiar figures walk past the corridor of the second floor.

"Damn girl!" The man slapped the woman's butt and squeezed hard. Even though the lady chuckled, she slapped his chest and said with a pout, "Stop it. When are you gonna put a ring on my finger? Still missing Melanie, huh? No one has heard a thing from her in ten months."

"I have already moved on. How can I miss that thing? I only dated her because she came from this reputable family. I wouldn't have looked at her twice if I had met you first. Compared to you, she's so boring." The man licked his lips. Afterward, he leaned in close and whispered into her ear, "Especially in bed, she knows nothing while you drive me crazy always."

"Aww, darling! You drive me crazy too," the woman said coquettishly, jumping into his arms. "My pussy is still sore because of how you fucked me last night."

As she stood at the foot of the stairs, the color of Melanie's face was drained in the blink of an eye. Her eyes sparked with resentment as she stared up at the duo who couldn't take their hands off each other.

The lustful man was none other than her boyfriend, Neville Phillips.

She was away for just ten months, but Neville didn't waste time in moving on to her stepmother's daughter, Elliana.

These two were backstabbing scums.

"Melanie?! What are you doing here?"

A cold voice suddenly came from the door. Melanie turned to find a middle-aged woman walking in. This was her stepmother, Ximena.

Hearing the noise, the man and woman upstairs looked downstairs.

Neville pushed the woman in his arms away. With a trace of panic in his eyes, he stuttered, "Mel-Melanie, why... why are you back?"

"What sort of question is that? This is my home. I have every right to come back here!" Melanie sneered, glaring at him.

Elliana moved to Neville again and rubbed his chest. She then chuckled. "Did I just hear you say this is your home? For your information, this villa is no longer under the name of Moshe Scott!"

Melanie frowned. "What do you mean?"

Elliana, who was wearing a miniskirt that gave a peek of her buttocks and high-heeled shoes, went down the stairs majestically. "Ten months ago, your father, Moshe took his own life by jumping off a tall building. He left behind a lot of unpaid debts. If my mother hadn't stepped in, this house would have been taken away. So, this is no longer your home. It belongs to my mother and me now."

What! Her father jumped off a building? He committed suicide? How could that be?

Melanie was having none of it. She grabbed Elliana by the collar and shouted with a red face, "That's bullshit! How could my dad have committed suicide? Tell me the truth or I'll tear you apart!"

"Are you nuts? What do you think you are doing? Let go of me!"

All of a sudden, a thud followed by a cracking sound was heard.

Neville just pushed Melanie down to the floor.

It seemed she had broken a bone due to the impact.

In pain, Melanie glared at them and shouted like a mad woman, "Give me back my dad! Did you all connive to kill him?"

"Enough! How dare you accuse us of such nonsense? Where were you when he was going through hell because he was neck-deep in debt? You vanished into thin air and cut all contact with us for ten whole months. And now, you are acting as if you care about him? Humph! We have no hand in Moshe's death. The constant pestering from his creditor drove him to take his own life!"

"No way! I transferred ten million to his account months ago. That should have been enough to pay some of the debt. How on God's green earth did he choose to kill himself?"

"Ten million? Humph! You are such a dreamer! Where did you get ten million?"

There was a buzz in Melanie's head for a few seconds. Suddenly, she reverted her squinted eyes to Ximena as a terrible guess popped into her head.

Perhaps this witch her father married stole the ten million she had earned by selling her virginity and dignity.

That money was meant to save her father from prison, but it never got to him!

An explosion suddenly occurred inside Melanie. She was shaking uncontrollably as she asked, "Did you steal the ten million I sent my father? It was you who pushed him to suicide, right? You witches! Bring my dad back right now. I want my dad... You must pay for what you have done!"

Melanie leaped to her feet. She grabbed the fruit knife on the table nearby and brandished it fiercely at Ximena and Elliana.

"Oh, my God! She has gone crazy. Neville! This madwoman wants to kill me. Do something!" Elliana shouted in panic.

Without hesitation, Neville grabbed Melanie's wrist and squeezed it hard. The fruit knife fell off, scratched her arm, and then landed on the floor. He kicked it away thereafter.

Ximena stared at Melanie with her hands akimbo and said angrily, "Elliana! Go and bring out Moshe's ashes. Since she wants her father, we should give him to her!"

When a golden urn was brought out, Melanie stared at it with her mouth open.

Did that... really contain her father's ashes?

Ximena took the urn and flung it to Melanie, who caught it quickly. "A space at the cemetery costs a lot, so we made sure he was burnt. Keeping an urn here brings bad luck, anyway. There you go. Do whatever you want with it. Don't come back here ever again. Even if our paths cross in the future, act like you don't know us. You are nothing to us!"

Melanie burst into tears, clutching the urn to her chest. "Dad! Why did you jump off a building? How could you leave me in this cold world? You didn't even say goodbye to me! You said you would wait for me to come back... How could you do this to me after promising me?"

"Argh! Don't cry here. Take that thing and get out! Neville! Throw this piece of trash out!" Ximena said.

Neville grabbed Melanie by her injured arm and threw her out just as requested. Out of the goodness of his heart, he threw a one hundred dollar bill to her and said, "It's raining heavily. Take a taxi with that. And never come back here!"

Melanie held the dollar bill and looked at it with a frown. "What do you take me for? A beggar?"

In the blink of an eye, she ripped the bill into pieces and threw them at his face. "Fuck you, Neville! I swear, y'all will pay for what you have done to me. When you least expect, I'll show up and rip away your happiness just like you have done to me!"

Neville sucked his teeth impatiently and then shut the door in her face.

A gust of cold wind blew on Melanie's face as the door was shut. It sent shivers through her whole body.

Still clutching the urn to her chest, Melanie walked tiredly in the heavy rain. It was already dark outside. The dim light from the streetlights fell on her body, casting a lonely shadow on the tarred ground as she walked.

"Dad, hang in there. I'll take you home."

The next few minutes were spent in the rain. Melanie got so tired and cold that she sank to her knees in the middle of the empty road. She wrapped her arms around the urn just to prevent rain from falling on it. She lowered her head and smiled bitterly. "I'm sorry, Dad. I can't walk anymore. We are homeless now. But one day, I'll take you back to your real home. I promise."

The cold wind blew as the rain got heavier and heavier. Suddenly, a dazzling light illuminated the dark road.

A black limited-edition Maybach was moving at a high speed. It finally came to a screeching halt in front of her.

Behind the wheel, a wide-eyed man looked at the limp figure lying on the road and stammered, "Oh... Oh, my God! Mr. Collins, I think I just hit someone!"

A shadow was cast on the face of the man in the backseat. With an unreadable expression on his face, he said coldly, "Don't just sit there. Go bring her in and drive to the hospital immediately."

The driver ran into the rain and helped the woman up. He was just about to put her into the car when he saw that she was hugging an urn tightly.

What a bad luck!

After making her sit in the backseat, he tried to yank the urn away from her grip but to no avail. He turned to the man in the backseat and said with his eyes trembling, "Mr. Collins, what do I-"

"Leave it. Just drive," the man ordered, glancing at the urn against the woman's bosom.

The driver turned around the car and slipped into the driver's seat. He immediately started the car again.

It was raining cats and dogs at this time. The sky was getting darker and the streetlights were barely hanging on.

The inside of the car was poorly lit. Matthew Collins looked down at the unconscious woman sitting next to him. She was deathly pale. Her hair clung to the sides of her palm-sized face in damp strands. There was a long cut on her fair arm, which was bleeding.

Judging by her pitiful look, Matthew figured that she hadn't fainted on the road on purpose.

The road was wet and slippery. As a result, the tires slipped a little when the driver made a sharp turn. Melanie's head lunged forward and fell on the man's thigh.

Matthew frowned and lowered his head. What the...

Her nose was touching his crotch now.

Matthew's face suddenly turned cold as he looked up.

"Maynard, don't you know how to drive properly anymore?"

Maynard Bailey glanced at his boss through the rearview mirror, feeling extremely embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Collins. The road is quite slippery tonight. I'll be more careful," he apologized, smiling awkwardly.

With his two hands, Matthew gently raised the woman's head and made her sit upright.

There was no sign that she would wake up as her eyes remained tightly shut.

Matthew stared at the woman's bloodless tender lips, his eyes narrowing.

Hours passed before Melanie finally regained consciousness in the hospital. The first thing she saw was a woman staring down at her.

"Melanie! You are awake! I was scared to death!" Isabel Miller said with concern. She was Melanie's college classmate and best friend.

Melanie murmured through dry lips, "Isabel? Why... Why are you here?"

All of a sudden, her eyes widened and she touched her chest. She struggled to sit up and asked anxiously, "Did you see my father's urn? I was holding it right in my arms. Where is it?"

"Calm down," Isabel said, putting a pillow behind her. "Don't stress yourself. The doctor says you are very weak."

Isabel walked to the table and returned with an urn. As soon as Melanie got possession of it, she hugged it tightly as if it was a treasure.

Once Isabel heard of what Ximena and her daughter did to Melanie, she began to curse nonstop. Her face was red by the time she was done. She held Melanie in her arms and said sympathetically, "Thank goodness I came to see my newborn cousin. If not, I wouldn't have met you. My uncle is currently in the VIP ward next door. If you need anything, just let me know. I'll help you the best I can. My uncle can also step in to help. You should go back to sleep first. I'll come to check on you after seeing my baby cousin."

Isabel rubbed Melanie's back and then helped her lie down again. She allowed her to hold onto the urn as she tucked her in bed. "Sweet dreams, Melanie. Don't forget I'm next door, okay?"

Melanie's head was in a muddle. Sleep eluded her. She just shut her eyes and kept imagining how her father jumped off the tall building.

Warm tears streamed down the corners of her eyes in no time.

In the room next door.

A cold air hit Isabel in the face as soon as she walked in.

Kristian Collins, who was holding a walking stick, stared at the newborn baby in the incubator with his face more wrinkled than ever. "Matthew, what have you done? For the life of me, I didn't expect you could go this far!"

Kristian hit Matthew's leg with his cane and said in a low but angry voice, "You silly boy! Where is the mother of this child?"

As if he hadn't gotten hit at all, Matthew replied calmly, "She died in childbirth."

Kristian was rendered speechless.

"Are you trying to piss me off?" His blood was boiling.

Isabel held Kristian's arm and pulled him closer to the incubator. Peering through the glass, she whispered, "Look, Grandpa. The baby is so cute like an angel. Haven't you been pestering Uncle Matthew to get married and have kids? Now that he has a child, why are you still being mean to him?"

"This is not how things are done! A man is supposed to be married before welcoming a child. But he went ahead to have one out of wedlock! Worse still, I'm just hearing the news. I don't think he still regards me as his father. What did I do to deserve such a bad son?"

Just as Kristian was about to resume his whining, a nurse pushed the door open and said politely, "Please lower your voice. The baby needs to sleep peacefully."

Kristian opened his mouth and looked at the lovely baby in the incubator. He sighed helplessly, turned around, and slowly left the room aided by his cane.

Isabel smiled at Matthew cheekily. "Uncle, you are a bad guy. You have no girlfriend, but you now have a daughter. Congratulations."

"It's adult's business. Don't poke your nose into it."

Matthew took a deep look at the sleeping baby and ordered, "Keep an eye on her. I have to step out for a while."

With that irrefutable order, Matthew stepped out of the ward.

His driver, Maynard had gone to settle the bills and other formalities. He returned with a receipt in hand and said, "Mr. Collins, that young lady's medical bills have been paid."

"Where is she?" Matthew asked.

"She is in the ward next door. Right here--"

Maynard pointed at the door and peeked into the ward. When he saw that the bed was empty, he scratched the back of his head and uttered, "Eh? She was here just now. Where did she go?"

A nurse walked in with a laundry basket in hand. Matthew stopped her and queried, "Excuse me. Where is the patient?"

"Oh, you know her? She just left," replied the nurse.