The Cold-blooded CEO's Surrogate Mother

"Lola, what are you doing to my son?" shouted a middle-aged woman, she was Lola's employer.

"What does Madam mean?"

"You whore! You seduced my son, Lola!"

"Seduced Madame's son?" To be honest, Lola did not understand what the big madam meant.

Lola Spencer was a 22-year-old girl, who had become a housemaid at a young age. Due to economic demands.

"My son said, you urged my son to date you! What a pedophile you are, Lola, seducing a 17-year-old!"

Of course, Lola could not deny the allegations. It wasn't that she admitted her guilt. Her employer's son, however, had noticed Lola from the start. Until yesterday, Lola was invited to have sex by him.

Of course, she refused. She didn't want to cause trouble. As it turned out, when she refused, therein lay the problem.

It was bad luck. Because she was poor, so many people slandered her baselessly.

"Starting today, you don't need to work in my house anymore. I don't want my house to be desecrated by a bitch like you!"

Damn! It felt like a storm had spontaneously hit her body. Lola's body immediately went limp.

Fired? Was that a sign that her income would decrease?

"Madam, don't be like this, please ... I didn't ask your son to be my lover at all." Lola pleaded, even kowtowing.

"I've always worked well, Madam ...."

Someone's footsteps walked towards her. The 17-year-old man whose height almost exceeded Lola's turned his face away to avoid direct eye contact with Lola.

"Tell your mom, I didn't tease you!" pleaded Lola with a pained face.

"No, I didn't. Why would I defend a whore like you!" he replied firmly, without any guilt at all.

"Lola, now you leave this house!" her employer shouted again.

With no hope left, Lola decided to leave the house. After one year of working there, Lola had to leave.

She looked at Joe–her employer's son, with hatred.

Will Lola get back at him someday? She doesn't know, maybe when Lola has the power.

Despite her young age, Lola already has to work hard. To support her mother who has to undergo chemotherapy every week because of her cancer.

Lola has already worked twice, as a domestic assistant and a waitress at a restaurant, for one year. But now, she only has one job because she was recently fired.

She rode her old bicycle to the restaurant. She put all her strength into pedaling. So that Lola wouldn't be late.

The distance traveled was quite long. It made her forehead sweat.

After half an hour of pedaling and turning the handlebars of her bicycle, suddenly a car deliberately hit her old bicycle.

Yes, Lola could feel that the car deliberately wanted to hit her bike.

Her body bounced not far from her bike. Her hand hit the asphalt and caused a bleeding wound.

"Joe." Lola furrowed her brows, she recognized the red car.

Two men got out of the car.

Sure enough, Lola guessed that it was Joe, the son of her employer who got Lola fired.

"Isn't she the one who works at your house?" asked Joe's friend.

"Indeed. But she was just fired by my mother for seducing me! I don't want to have a maid like her. A whore who only uses me!" said Joe, very cruelly.

Lola's hands were clenched into fists. Holding something. She wanted to smash Joe's mouth with a brick until he couldn't speak anymore.

"How many more minutes until the school bell rings?" asked Joe's friend.

"There's still an hour left. Why?"

Joe's friend's gaze had a meaning of its own. He looked at Lola with a hungry gaze.

"Then let's have some fun. She is very beautiful. Perhaps, her body is also very tempting."

"Don't be crazy! There's no way we're playing around with that poor woman! Even her mother has a disease, I don't want my body to be infected too!" Joe refused, even now mocking Lola's mother.

"Damn it, you Joe! Don't bring up my mother! She hasn't done anything wrong!" Not accepting her mother being mentioned by Joe with such disrespectful words, Lola decided to counter Joe's words.

Joe stepped closer to Lola and squatted down. He watched Lola's face for a long time.

"Sorry, Honey, I have to tell you that. Have you forgotten, you rejected me? Then this is the payback, I'll give you a bad name! So that no one will accept you."

Joe's fingers touched Lola's face which had an almost perfect facial structure.

"You only need to satisfy my lust, but you refuse to do so," he whispered again, "so this is the reward, you are fired by my mother. Your main income is to take care of your mother."

Joe's voice was like a sharp object deliberately piercing Lola's ear. It hurt too much for Lola to hear.

"If you change your mind, if you want to fulfill my lust, come to me tonight at the gate of my house. And I will beg my mother to hire you back."

Damn. Was Joe so obsessed with Lola?

One of Joe's large hands grabbed Lola by the collar. His big eyes scared and hated Lola at the same time.

Then, Joe's eyes looked at the white shirt Lola was wearing. Because he pulled the collar, Joe could see Lola's sizable cleavage.

Joe's large body blocked Lola's small body. Feeling that the other person was not looking at him, his other hand quickly went inside Lola's shirt and squeezed her cleavage firmly.

"You know, I've always wanted to enjoy this body of yours."

Quickly, Joe lifted his body back up and smiled grinningly.

Joe gave Lola goosebumps of disgust. He was very good at lying and taking advantage of everything. That's why Lola didn't like Joe at all.

Now Lola was considered like a useless item that was easy to touch.

"Come on, let's leave that poor girl. Oh yeah, after this I want to wash my hands first, so that bacteria won't enter my body," Joe said. Before he got into the car.

Trying to stay up and do today's activities, Lola wiped the tears that had come out and straightened her hair which was messy because of the fall earlier.

She picked up her old bicycle and pedaled again with a muddled mind.

Meanwhile elsewhere, in a car, a couple from a wealthy family was seen. They were Harry Peterson, and his lovely wife–Irene Peterson. They had just visited one of Irene's friends who had just given birth.

"Honey, what's wrong?" asked Harry, breaking the silence.

"I noticed you've been looking glum all day. Is it because of your friend's baby?"

Irene sighed, then turned her face away, making Harry understand what his wife was feeling.

Harry took Irene's hand. "You just relax, we can have a child. We can–"

"I can't get pregnant Harry," Irene cut in with a scream.

"The doctor told me last week that I could never get pregnant!"

"Irene ...." Harry put a finger to her lips, shaking his head to stop Irene from continuing her painful words.

Irene understood and looked down. "Sorry, Honey, I'm just ...."

"It's okay, I understand your condition. But just so you know, I'm not to blame for that problem."

"My love for you is sincere Irene. I love you sincerely without expecting anything."

"But Harry ...."

Those words didn't calm Irene down, but instead made her feel even more guilty. She felt she didn't deserve to be with Harry.

"If you hadn't married me, you would have had children by now."

Irene was silent for a moment, the words in her heart just now suddenly gave her an idea.

"Harry ...."

"Yeah, what is it, Honey?"

"I'm now convinced that we can have children."

Harry furrowed his brow, he felt a little suspicious of the happy hue that was now plastered on Irene's face. Whereas a minute ago Irene looked very sad and hysterical.

"Yes, we can do it if we keep trying, I'm sure the Doctor's prediction might not be right."

"Let's keep trying first, Honey. Don't give up," added Harry who was still thinking positively.

Irene shook her head. "No, this time you don't have to try with me, Harry. Instead, you need to do it with another woman."

"Seriously?"

"What do you mean Irene?" Harry's bluish-green eyes glanced at the rearview mirror of his car, where behind him were three cars escorting him everywhere.

What kind of privilege did the couple have?

"Yes, after I thought about it earlier. I finally found a way out of our problem, and the solution is for you to find another woman, Harry."

"What the hell!" Harry hissed, "That's a crazy idea, Irene! I'll never look for another woman again!"

"The only woman I love is you! You understand!"

Irene grasped Harry's hand. "You don't need to love that woman Harry. You just need to get her pregnant."

Harry smoothed his hair. "You think any woman would just get pregnant? That's impossible Irene."

"Of course, we gave her money in return. I'm sure there are many women in this country who would be willing to be a surrogate mother for a large fee."

"Surrogate mother?"

Harry was so shocked by his wife's words that he lost control of the car.

The shiny black car crashed into a bicycle coming from the opposite direction.

"Oh, My Goodness. Is anyone hurt?" Irene yelled, seeing that someone had been hit by the car.

Harry chuckled and got out of the car, followed by Irene.

"Bloody!" Irene ran over to the girl with her hair in a ponytail.

"Come on, let's take her to the hospital!" Irene shouted again.

"No need, Mrs. This wound will heal eventually." She smiled a little while looking at the wound on her leg which was quite severe, "damn, I got hit by a car twice today," she said to herself.

"Please take this girl to my car!" ordered Irene, to one of her bodyguards who had just gotten out of another car.

"Alright, Mrs." The large man wearing all black easily lifted the girl's body.

Carrying her into the car, which was of course very expensive.

"Gosh, Irene ... You should have just left her alone." Harry sighed in annoyance. even though he was annoyed with his wife, he still led her back to the car.

Irene even chose to sit in the back seat, making Harry shake his head.

"What's your name?" Irene asked softly.

"Lola."

It turned out that today was an unlucky day for Lola. After being hit by a jerk, she was now hit by a couple who seemed to come from a wealthy family.

What made Lola wonder was why were there two cars behind, escorting the husband and wife's car. Are they from the president's family?

Irene looked at Lola's face for a long time. Then she asked, "Are you going to college?"

"No, I'm not. I'm not going to college. I'm going to work. Maybe, I shouldn't go to work now, because I'm already very late," Lola whispered while grimacing in case she got scolded by her boss.

Meanwhile, Irene observed something about Lola. A girl who had no privileges and needed a lot of money.

Why would Irene be such an observer?

Later, she took out her cell phone and typed something to send to her husband who was driving.

[Honey, she seems like the right woman for us to work with as a surrogate mother for our future child. What do you think?"]

"Mr. Harry ... Mrs. Irene ...." When the two of them got out of the car, even to Lola's astonishment, the security guards at the restaurant where she worked, immediately bowed respectfully and knew their names.

There were a total of five bodyguards walking behind the couple. As Lola was led by Irene, many of the employees' eyes almost jumped out of their heads in surprise.

"Apologize, Mr. Harry ... Mrs. Irene... I have to work ... No need to worry, with the wound on my leg. I'm fine. Thank you for the ride." Lola lowered her body slightly, after which she took a small run towards the kitchen.

Just as Irene's mouth was about to call out to Lola, Harry quickly grabbed his wife's arm and shook his head, giving her the code not to do so.

"We'd like to book a private room," Harry said, as he needed to talk one-on-one with his wife without being overheard.

"Very well, Mr."

Harry's handsome face, his eagle green eyes, his perfect facial structure, and the women in the restaurant were looking at this perfect work of God.

Irene could only smile to see them looking at her husband like that.

However, Irene was never angry. She knew that her husband had always been the icon of handsome men in this country.

"Please, Mr. and Mrs. Peterson ...." One of the servants showed the way to a private room.

Then, five of their bodyguards stood guard at the door of the private room.

"Forget it, Irene, throw away that ridiculous idea. I would never betray our marriage."

Making sure the door was firmly closed, Harry immediately spoke up to discuss the contents of the text message from Irene earlier which he thought made no sense.

"Please, Harry!" Irene tightened her grip even more. Even her eyes were teary again.

"I'm so looking forward to a child Harry. I want to hear a baby cry like my friend's baby cry!"

Harry let out a long sigh. He felt sorry for Irene's condition, but he couldn't possibly grant her ridiculous request.

Finally, Harry stroked Irene's brown hair. "It's okay, Honey, don't cry. We'll talk about this later."

Harry loved Irene very much. It didn't matter, even if they didn't have children in the end.

Wouldn't living together forever be great?

However, not for Irene. As a wife, Irene was naturally distressed by this.

"Isn't Lola beautiful–"

"Irene, stop it."

Although many people out there thought Harry was an untouchable man, unable to be gentle and always firm, this was not the case when Harry was with Irene. The woman he loved most in the world.

Fifteen minutes passed, and there was no intense conversation between the two of them. Then, the door to the room opened, and two servants entered the room, pushing a table filled with tantalizing dishes.

Irene smiled softly, looking at Lola who delivered the food for them.

"Are you sure your leg is okay?" Irene asked again to make sure.

"I'm fine, Mrs, Mmhh I -- I" As she was about to place the soup on the table, Lola's hand trembled slightly. This caused the soup to hit Irene's expensive clothes.

"Hey, do you have eyes?" Quickly, Harry's terrifying baritone voice began to reprimand Lola's carelessness.

"Geez ... Apologize, please ... I didn't mean to." Lola brought a tissue and intended to help wipe Irene's clothes.

"Don't touch my wife! Don't make things worse!" grumbled Harry, thoroughly annoyed at the girl named Lola.

Meanwhile, Irene held Harry's arm, as a sign to calm him down, to save his emotions for his enemies later. Not vented on an innocent girl like Lola.

"I'll wash your clothes, Mrs ...." Lola's mouth trembled as she said it, her eyes stinging as the tears in her eyes urged her to freefall.

"Wash her clothes, you say? Do you know–"

"Harry, stop it. That's enough, Lola didn't mean it." Before Harry had a chance to say the words that made Lola hurt, Irene warned her husband a second time.

"Lola, it's okay. I don't mind it." Irene looked at Lola gently.

Her gaze was very different from Harry's.

"Let your coworkers do it!" said Harry again, still with a firm voice.

Unable to hold back her tears, without saying goodbye, Lola walked out of the private room.

Today was her least favorite day. Lola felt completely useless. She had to get her mother out of this city. She couldn't take it anymore, being in a neighborhood that looked down on her!

She locked herself in the toilet, crying silently over her misfortune.

"Lola was careless, she made Mr. Harry angry!"

A woman's voice from outside the toilet called her name.

"She's really stupid. Doesn't she know who Mr. Harry is?"

"She can't even see the news about the Peterson family in the media because she just sold her cell phone to pay for her mother's medical expenses. Let alone watch television in her house, which doesn't exist."

They were both laughing at Lola from behind.

Lola's heart ached when she heard that. She didn't have good coworkers here.

Everyone was always jealous of Lola, because of her beauty. Even their boss was enamored with Lola's beautiful face, to the point where his wife blamed the innocent Lola.

"Yesterday, I saw the news that Mr. Harry had just caught a money launderer! He was so cool! Wow, Mrs. Irene is so lucky to have the coolest man in the country!"

Catching a money launderer? Lola, who was listening to their conversation, wondered.

Who exactly was Harry Peterson? Was he a detective?

The two gossiping women could no longer be heard. Could it be that they had already left?

Lola straightened her clothes and hair. She looked in the mirror and washed her face to avoid looking like she had just cried.

"Lola, there's an incoming call for you! Next time, please tell the debt collector not to involve me in your problems!" One of her coworkers who had been close to Lola handed over her cell phone with an annoyed tone of voice.

"Thanks and sorry."

Then, Lola immediately picked up the incoming call.

The moment she put the cell phone to her right ear. Her ears felt like they had been hit by a bomb, because of the middle-aged woman's voice on the other end of the line.

[Lola, remember today you have to pay the rent immediately! If not, I'll take your old things!"]

["I'm asking for two more days' leeway. I just got fired from my job and I have to ask for the salary that is still pending there. I promise to pay it off within two days."]

Without Lola realizing it, there was a woman who was inadvertently listening to Lola's conversation with the caller.

The woman smiled meaningfully. She was even more convinced that Lola was a suitable girl to work with.

"She must need a lot of money ... and she's pretty too. I'm sure Peterson's offspring will have a pretty face. She seems to fit the criteria I need."

Wasting no time, Irene entered the restroom and greeted Lola.

"Your name is Lola, right?"

Lola was quite surprised by Irene's presence.

"I'm"

"Is there any more trouble, Mrs?" Lola was already feeling scared, that this matter would be prolonged by Harry.

Irene noticed Lola, as well as the identification pinned to her chest.

"Lola Spencer."

Irene smiled. "Lola, will you cooperate with me?" Irene asked.

There was no answer from the blonde-haired girl. She tightened her fingers. Her coworker's words were still ringing in her head, about the work Harry was doing.

"I heard your conversation on the phone, and I thought my offer could be a way out of your debt problems."

"A job? What job, Mrs?"

Irene leaned closer to Lola and looked deeply into the girl's eyes.

"The job is very easy, Lola. You just need to have intercourse with my husband. And produce offspring for the Peterson Family. More precisely, I will hire you as a surrogate mother."

How would Lola react after hearing Irene's request? Will she scold Irene regardless of Irene Peterson's status or will she take this opportunity that will not come twice?

After returning from work, Lola still remembered Irene's words. She walked on the sidewalk.

"Damn it. Is my life so despicable that I was offered to hook up with someone else's husband to become a surrogate mother?" Lola snorted harshly.

Unintentionally, her eyes fell on the 'Internet cafe' signboard on the right.

"Looks like, I have to find out about the Peterson family."

Not having a cellphone or laptop, one way to find out about the Peterson family was to go to an internet cafe.

Why were so many people afraid of them?

She stepped inside the internet cafe. The internet cafe was dominated by men. When Lola entered, all eyes were staring at her.

However, Lola tried to ignore their stares.

With not much time, as her mother was home alone, Lola quickly learned about the Peterson Family.

[The Peterson Family is noble in London. They had been in the business of catching high-profile criminals for generations. The criminals, who had horrible criminal records, always ended up on their knees asking for the Peterson Family's forgiveness. It is no wonder that the Peterson Family is highly respected by many. The business is now headed by Harry Peterson. As the only son of the late Lion Peterson. Harry is more sadistic and clever than his late father. He has a record this year by arresting around 250 criminals."]

Lola gulped as she read about the Peterson family. Living in London, why didn't Lola know about this noble family?

Oh my. Lola was too busy taking care of her mother who was working 24 hours and recovering.

She shook her head, never going to get involved with that family.

What's more, Harry was a cold-blooded man.

Overheard next to her seat, two men were talking about Harry Peterson.

"Harry Peterson just caught another criminal!"

"A criminal?" Lola spoke softly.

Meanwhile, in another dimly lit place, the man with the cold-blooded nickname was sipping champagne while looking at the prisoner he had just arrested.

"Should I kill him or lynch him in front of everyone?"

"Mr. Harry, I'm just being used as a scapegoat."

The sound of shattering glass and glass splinters pierced the prisoner's face.

Harry had just thrown the glass right in front of the prisoner's face. At that moment, fresh blood began to flow from the prisoner's face area.

"Do you want to know what it feels like to throw a glass in front of your face?" Harry started to get up from his seat and walked around the prisoner who was kneeling in fear.

"Answer!" Harry's tone was so loud that it felt like the hearts of the guards and prisoners would jump out. They were so shocked.

"I don't know–"

"Don't know what you're saying? Oh, is throwing a glass in front of your face more painful, compared to what you did to that defenseless family? You stabbed them with a knife. And made that defenseless family have to die at the hands of human scum like you!"

The veins in Harry's neck were visible. His green eyes sharpened. Even his big hands wanted to slap his already bleeding cheeks.

However, Harry didn't want to tarnish his precious hands, just to touch human trash like them.

"Dead is dead, how?"

"Mr ... I will atone for my sin by doing whatever you tell me to do ... But, please don't kill me ...." He pleaded in a trembling voice.

"Even, an innocent victim, can't beg you like this first."

One of Harry's bodyguards walked up to him and asked if Harry was allowed to kill him. He had gotten that order from his grandfather, who was still alive. Who still held full power in the Peterson family.

The government and society had agreed to sentence the man to death.

The bodyguard's two hands held a box of considerable size. He opened the black box.

Inside was a gun and bullets with a shiny color. With just one shot, the gun would render the person it hit helpless.

Harry pulled the trigger. With just one press, the bullet whizzed towards the criminal's forehead.

"May God punish you more than this!"

The sound of gunshots sounded loud. And now made the criminal's body fall to the floor.

"Hand over the corpse to his family. If the family won't take care of it, burn the corpse and throw the ashes into the sewage. Not even the graveyard is suitable for those bastards!"

After giving the order, the gun was given back to his bodyguard.

He walked out of the room excitedly. Did Harry feel guilty about shooting someone?

Of course, the answer was no. Since the age of 5, he had been taught to shoot criminals by his grandfather.

His cold-blooded nature was ingrained in his body.

"Is Irene home?" asked Harry to one of his secretaries–Petra.

"Mrs. Irene is at the orphanage, Mr."

Harry let out a long sigh. His wife was still overcome with grief at not being able to have children.

He didn't immediately get into the car to go to the orphanage. Harry walked to the toilet first.

He washed his hands roughly. He looked at himself in the mirror.

"Why can't we enjoy our time together, Irene, for a lifetime?"

Sad to hear the news that his wife couldn't produce offspring. Of course, it was. Because having offspring was very important in the Peterson family. So that the business doesn't just stop.

Then why didn't Harry agree to Irene's crazy idea?

The reason why Harry and Irene were always surrounded by bodyguards was because many enemies wanted to eliminate the Peterson family.

The Peterson family's orphanage has always been Irene's escape. When she felt tired of her husband's world.

Harry looked at Irene who was joking with a 5-year-old girl.

"Irene ... It's getting late. We should go home," Harry said as he walked over to Irene.

His beautiful wife only showed a flat expression. It was as if she didn't like Harry's presence.

"Honey, are you still angry that I rejected your idea?"

"Of course I'm angry! It's as if I wasn't given the freedom to have my say!" replied Irene in a rather high tone.

Worried that others might overhear their conversation, Harry took Irene by the hand to a room where no one else was.

"You think I can't give you, your freedom? Gosh, Irene ... This is the first time I've ever disagreed with you. Maybe people out there will happily agree to it. But, not me. I love you so much–"

"Prove it!"

"What do you mean?"

"Yes, if you love me, prove it! By doing what I want!"

Harry's big hands massaged his temples which were starting to hurt. Couldn't he have just one day to calm his mind? After doing such a complicated job, now he had to comply with his wife's crazy idea.

"If you don't agree with my idea. Let me leave you and allow you to marry another woman who can produce offspring for you."

Not wanting to listen to her husband's rejection anymore, Irene walked away leaving Harry staring in disbelief at Irene.

Should Harry go along with Irene's crazy idea? Or should he firmly reject it, with the consequence of being abandoned by Irene? Then, what's in it for Harry?

***

The knock on the door sounded so loud that it made Lola open her eyes. Lola, who was still wearing her sleeping pajamas, jumped up and walked quickly to see who her guest was.

"Wait a minute!" Lola shouted hoarsely.

Lola opened the door and she was immediately surprised to see a man in a beret hat and black suit staring at her.

"Mr. James."

"Have you forgotten Lola, your promise?"

James pushed Lola's body away and entered Lola's living room. His large men also entered, and their gazes intimidated Lola.

"So where is the 7000$ you promised?" asked Mr. James who had sat on the sofa and crossed his legs.

"I'm sorry, Mr, but I haven't gotten the money yet. Besides, I asked for an extension until next month."

James chuckled and laughed sarcastically. "You think my business belongs to your ancestors. You're just asking for more time!"

"Please, Mr, give me more time."

James got up, he stomped his foot while pointing his index finger at the blonde woman.

"I'll only give you two more days! I expect the 7000$ to be in front of me in two days."

"Two days?" Lola widened her eyes and shook her head, "that's too soon, Mr, I can't possibly–"

James pounced on Lola's hand, making her jump.

"I've already given you a waiver, so don't ever ask for another one!"

"Mr!"

James stomped his hand so hard that Lola fell to the floor.

"Remember, I'm coming in two days! If you can't pay, you will become my sex slave!"

"Mr. James ...."

James left Lola laughing like an antagonist in a movie.

"Two days ... where can I get that much money in two days?"

Not to mention, Lola had to pay the rent.

As if the bad luck didn't stop, the phone of her shabby house rang. Lola hurriedly picked up the phone, and it turned out to be a call from the hospital where her mother was being treated.

The hospital staff informed her that some fees needed to be paid immediately so that her mother could continue her treatment.

"Ms. Lola, I need you to pay within the next two days, or we will have to send your mother home."

Yes, unbeknownst to Lola, her mother had been rushed to the hospital earlier that morning, due to a relapse of her illness. Meanwhile, Lola had not gone to the hospital because she had something to do first.

Lola sighed.

"Alright, I'll pay it off right away."

Lola put down the receiver and sat on the floor. She buried her head in her hands.

"What should I do? Shit!"

Lola kept her head down until she suddenly remembered something.

"Irene Peterson. Should I contact her?"