I Gave You Heirs, You Gave Me Death
Language: en
Three years after breaking up with Adrian Whitmore, he came looking for a surrogate, while I was competing for the highest surrogacy commission. When our eyes met, his lips curled into a cold sneer. "Didn't you marry into a wealthy family carrying some bastard back then?" "How did you fall so low that you need to make money through surrogacy? Is it because you didn't give birth to a son?" I gripped the agency's business card tightly in my hand and said nothing. "Kneel and beg me. Maybe I'll consider giving you a chance." I lowered my eyes and knelt down. "Mr. Whitmore, I'm sorry.…