Win Her Back Series#2
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Katrina was four years old when her parents were killed in a car accident, and her aunt sold her as a future daughter-in-law to Cohen's family. She was going to marry Cohen when they grew up, as planned. She might have a wonderful life until Cohen's family went bankrupt just before their wedding. She accepted a commission as a surrogate in order to acquire money quickly, for a millionaire whose wife couldn't get pregnant due to disease. Katrina had been gone for a long time in order to conceal her pregnancy. Cohen went looking for her only to discover she was pregnant. He believed she had deceived him and abandoned him at his lowest point. When she returned to Cohen, his love for her mutated into hatred. He still married her, but it was a secret marriage. He didn't want anyone finding out she was his wife. And he purposefully slept with other women in order to inflict revenge on Katrina. He treats her coldly yet refuses to divorce her. Katrina, who was compelled to keep the surrogacy secret, suffered greatly.
She met Travis, Claire's spouse, at this point. He married Claire not for love, but for economic reasons. As a result, he had no affections for her. However, in order to satisfy his parents' goal for an heir, he needed to find a surrogate. What he didn't realize was that Claire's eggs were too weak to survive. Claire lied to everyone about the process being successful, and she actually utilized Katrina's eggs. She demanded that Katrina keep the secret or she would not be paid. Claire was tragically killed in a plane crash before Katrina gave birth to the kid.

Win Her Back! Billionaire's Surrogate Wife

‘‘Fuck!’’ I attacked her from behind as she was hunched over the table. Lia was one of the bottle girls working at Scarlet Nightclub, and my regular bed partner.


The moment I entered the nightclub, she started making sexual advances at me. I brought her to my place, and as I had anticipated, she was quite needy; consequently, she was unable to hold out much longer before ripping off my clothes.


I gathered her golden curls into a ponytail and tugged on it, causing her to arch her back. Her tresses did not have the same smooth feel as Natalie's long, lustrous ones. I could spend all day combing my fingers through her hair without encountering a single tangle in it.


I thrusted into Lia, and the sound of our skin slapping against each other reverberated throughout my apartment. She wailed, pleading with me to provide her with more.


‘‘Touch yourself!’’ I growled, wanting her to rub her own clit for her own orgasm.


Chapter 42 TATOOED