1 chapter: meet up

What do you mean, a son for ten million Dalasi?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly.

He repeated his request, his tone urgent and pleading. The girl could see the desperation in his eyes and felt a pang of pity for him.

But as he mentioned a million dalasi, her confusion turned to anger. She lunged at him, grabbing his clothes tightly and demanding an explanation.

"Are you out of your mind? What kind of request is that? I have no idea what you're even talking about with ten million dalasi and sons. Please leave me alone," she exclaimed, her voice rising with each word.

The man recoiled at her outburst, his face falling as he realized the inappropriateness of his request. He mumbled an apology and quickly made his way out of sight, leaving the girl alone with her thoughts and the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.

But turned back to her still dumbfounded self trying to make sense of his words, unable to get the thought of her being the most suitable candidate for his surrogacy.

sweetheart, if ten million is too little I would add more two million, just give birth to just one child for me, he begged.

Surprised by his madness, she was left speechless.

But the greatness of the twelve million that was still vibrating in her ears stumped her feet rooted on the ground, thinking how she had never seen that amount of money made her unable to turn away.

I would give you my number to think about it and call me for your final decision, do not want to push it too much. So he put his number ID in her hand and went away.

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Sally, walked through the deserted street of phoenix city, her thoughts crowded by the strange man she met a while ago.

"Two million is an intriguing amount but having an intimate relationship with a man other than your husband is a sinful act, she reasoned.

The moment she stepped into the living room, her heart dropped. It was as if someone had punched her in the gut, stealing away all her breath. Her father lay motionless on the floor, his face pale as paper and his chest rising and falling shallowly. She rushed to his side, panic swirling inside her like a tornado. "Dad!" she cried, shaking him gently. "Dad, please wake up!" Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to revive him, her hands trembling uncontrollably. She didn't know what had happened, but she knew one thing for sure - she had to get him to the hospital.

As she frantically called for an ambulance, her mind raced with a million questions. What could have caused this? Why wasn't he responding? And most importantly, would he be okay? She couldn't help but feel guilty as if somehow this was all her fault. She remembered the argument they'd had earlier, how she had been so angry with him for wanting to help her. Maybe if she hadn't been so stubborn, he wouldn't be in this condition now.

The paramedics arrived quickly and assessed her father's vitals before loading him onto a gurney. They asked her what had happened, but she couldn't find the words. All she could do was nod and follow them to the hospital, her heart pounding with fear.

Once they were settled in the emergency room, a team of doctors surrounded her father, working feverishly to revive him. One of the nurses took her aside and gently explained that her father had suffered a massive heart attack. The news struck her like a punch to the gut. She had always known that her father had a history of heart problems, but she never thought it would be this bad.

As she sat in the waiting room, her mind raced with questions and fears. What if he didn't make it? How would she cope without him? And how would she afford the treatment? She couldn't help but feel guilty as if somehow she had caused this to happen. She remembered their argument earlier that day, ever since her mother died things haven't been the same and she couldn't help but wonder if her anger had somehow contributed to this disaster.

A doctor finally emerged from the operating room, his face grave. "I'm afraid I have some bad news," he said softly. "Your father did suffer a massive heart attack, and we were unable to revive him. He has passed away."

The weight of the doctor's words crashed down on her like an avalanche, leaving her breathless and numb. She couldn't believe it. She had never been so close to her father, and now he was gone. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably as she struggled to find the strength to stand. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "This can't be happening."

The doctor placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, his expression filled with sympathy. "I'm so sorry for your loss," he said softly. "If you need someone to talk to, or if you need any help with the arrangements, please don't hesitate to ask." His words felt hollow like nothing could ever ease the pain she was feeling.

She nodded, unable to speak, as the weight of her father's death pressed down on her. She wished she could go back in time and change things, but she knew that was impossible. All she could do now was try to accept what had happened and find a way to move forward.

The days that followed were a blur of tears, pain, and disbelief. Neighbors came to offer their condolences, but nothing could fill the void that her father's death had left behind. She spent her days going through old photos and reminiscing about the good times they had shared, trying to find some semblance of peace amidst the overwhelming grief.