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

Travis and Joe dropped me off at my apartment, and I waved goodbye to them as they left. I turned around to walk towards the door, when all of a sudden I heard a car stop, thinking that Travis had forgotten something, I spun around with a smile on my face, only to be taken aback, and changed my expression into frowning when I saw a police mobile stopped on the spot where Travis’ car was parked moments earlier in front of the house.


''Can we talk to Miss Katrina Sinclair Dawson?'' A tall officer said as he got out of the passenger seat, his right hand holding a piece of paper.


''Why? What do you want from me?'' My gaze jumped at the police officer who had just gotten out of the driver’s seat. My hands suddenly became clammy when I saw how his eyes scrutinized me. He looked like a villain in a movie.


I rubbed my hands together, trying to calm myself. 'Relax, Katrina.' You didn’t do anything wrong. You shouldn’t feel nervous.


Chapter 106 FORGED