All Chapters of The Surrogate Contract Bride : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter Nine—The Newlywed Mrs Ashford She scoffed, “it’s a tad bit too early to be controlling, isn’t it Mr Ashford.” Stephan’s brows almost reached his eyes, “We have so much to do. The moment those papers were signed, you’re part of the Ashford family. The press would get a hang of it in only a matter of minutes, my PR specialist would make sure of that.” “So?” She arched her brows, “What does this have to do with me not going— “You can’t go home. You’re my wife and as per the customs require, you’re to come home with me this instant.” He said. Her eyes widened, “I…I have to prepare. This is all happening so fast. I can’t possibly leave my old life in only a matter of minutes?! I have clothes, I have Bobo to take care of!” “Who’s Bobo?” “My Dog!” “That’s a stupid name for a Dog.” “Don’t insult my intelligence, Mr Ashford!” “Well your intelligence should be called into question for giving your Dog such a preposterous name.” “S

Chapter Six—Once a nurse….no longer Annalise was a nurse who worked tirelessly for pennies, a slave to the capitalist society which she hated, but it only took an hour of meeting with an arrogant prick before she found herself the wife of an elusive billionaire. Stephan had excused himself to head to a meeting after she said yes to his proposal. He instructed one of his men to drive her back to the hospital, promising to resume their meeting at a much later time to discuss the terms of their agreement. The car stopped right in front of the St John’s hospital building. The driver bade her goodbye and she remained frozen for a moment, staring at the five-storeyed structure that had been a thorn in her life for the past years. It would be over soon. She gasped, tears almost dripping. In only a lather of weeks she would never work again. She would carry the child of an arrogant CEO, pretend to be his wife, and have enough money to last her to last her a lifetim

Chapter Eight—The Love Clause(2) For the next twenty minutes she stared at the pages right in front of her. Her head hurt from reading the first paragraph, so she pushed it aside and let out a breath before relaxing against her chair, “I have a headache. Please summarize the terms.” She said to the lawyer. He turned to Stephan who gave him the go ahead with only a nod, clearing his throat, “Ah-hem. Well the terms are simple Miss Heathrow—You are to act as a surrogate and wife for the very Mr Stephan Ashford, for a duration of a year and six months. The child in which you are to carry, would not rely on being created by coitus but by artificial insemination…..” The word ‘coitus’ left a bitter taste in her mouth. She felt color rose in her cheeks as her eyes met with that of her husband’s. A part of her could sense he felt the awkwardness too. “…….You are to carry out your wifely duties which include; fulfilling all PR obligations such as engaging in parties, carryin

Chapter Nine—The Newlywed Mrs Ashford She scoffed, “it’s a tad bit too early to be controlling, isn’t it Mr Ashford.” Stephan’s brows almost reached his eyes, “We have so much to do. The moment those papers were signed, you’re part of the Ashford family. The press would get a hang of it in only a matter of minutes, my PR specialist would make sure of that.” “So?” She arched her brows, “What does this have to do with me not going— “You can’t go home. You’re my wife and as per the customs require, you’re to come home with me this instant.” He said. Her eyes widened, “I…I have to prepare. This is all happening so fast. I can’t possibly leave my old life in only a matter of minutes?! I have clothes, I have Bobo to take care of!” “Who’s Bobo?” “My Dog!” “That’s a stupid name for a Dog.” “Don’t insult my intelligence, Mr Ashford!” “Well your intelligence should be called into question for giving your Dog such a preposterous name.” “S

Chapter Nine—The Newlywed Mrs Ashford She scoffed, “it’s a tad bit too early to be controlling, isn’t it Mr Ashford.” Stephan’s brows almost reached his eyes, “We have so much to do. The moment those papers were signed, you’re part of the Ashford family. The press would get a hang of it in only a matter of minutes, my PR specialist would make sure of that.” “So?” She arched her brows, “What does this have to do with me not going— “You can’t go home. You’re my wife and as per the customs require, you’re to come home with me this instant.” He said. Her eyes widened, “I…I have to prepare. This is all happening so fast. I can’t possibly leave my old life in only a matter of minutes?! I have clothes, I have Bobo to take care of!” “Who’s Bobo?” “My Dog!” “That’s a stupid name for a Dog.” “Don’t insult my intelligence, Mr Ashford!” “Well your intelligence should be called into question for giving your Dog such a preposterous name.” “S