Twenty-three-year-old Lily Brooks never imagined she would become a surrogate.
But when her little sister, Emily, was diagnosed with a rare autoimmune disorder that required an expensive treatment Lily could never afford…
there was only one option left.
A billionaire tech mogul, Alexander Reed, and his elegant but distant wife, Victoria Reed, were desperately searching for a surrogate after years of infertility.
The payment was enormous — enough to save Emily’s life.
Lily signed the papers with trembling hands and a breaking heart.
She told herself it was just nine months.
Nine months to save her sister.
She didn’t expect to become attached.
Not to the baby.
Not to Alexander.
Not to the life growing inside her.
But everything collapsed on one snowy afternoon in the eighth month of pregnancy.
THE APPOINTMENT
Alexander insisted on attending every medical appointment — not Victoria.
“I just want to make sure everything is perfect,” he always said.
Victoria came only once, looked Lily up and down with a cold, dismissive expression, and never returned.
During the eight-month scan, Alexander sat beside Lily in the exam room, unusually quiet.
Dr. Harris, the obstetrician, smiled warmly as he prepared the ultrasound.
“Let’s take a look at our little miracle.”
The gel was cold.
The screen flickered to life.
There it was — the tiny face, the baby’s hands curled near its chin.
Lily’s heart swelled.
The baby kicked.
Alexander smiled softly.
But then… Dr. Harris stopped.
His face changed.
His eyes narrowed at the monitor.
Then he glanced at Alexander.
Back at the monitor.
Back at Alexander.
Finally, he pulled off his gloves.
“Mr. Reed,” he said carefully, “I need a word with you. Alone.”
Alexander stiffened.
“What’s wrong?”
Dr. Harris looked at Lily.
“Please wait here.”
A thick knot formed in Lily’s throat.
After a tense moment, Alexander nodded and followed the doctor into the hallway.
The door closed.
But voices leaked through the thin walls.
Not words —
tones.
Urgent.
Shocked.
Disturbed.
Finally, the door swung open.
Alexander’s face was pale.
Dr. Harris looked uneasy.
He said only one sentence:
“Lily… I’m afraid there’s something you should know.”
THE REVELATION
Lily’s pulse pounded in her ears.
Her hands trembled.
“What is it? Is the baby okay?”
The doctor hesitated, then spoke slowly:
“The baby is healthy. That’s not the issue.”
He glanced at Alexander before continuing.
“It’s… a biological inconsistency.”
Lily blinked.
“I—I don’t understand.”
Dr. Harris exhaled.
“Based on genetic imaging, the baby cannot be Victoria Reed’s. The DNA markers don’t match her profile at all.”
Silence.
Alexander closed his eyes.
Dr. Harris added:
“And… Mr. Reed’s DNA also does not match.”
Lily felt the world tilt.
“What?”
Dr. Harris looked at Alexander.
“Sir… this child is not yours biologically.”
The room went dead silent.
Lily stared at Alexander.
Alexander stared at the floor.
Dr. Harris continued, voice soft:
“This isn’t a lab mix-up. The genetic markers are extremely clear. The child is not related to either intended parent.”
Lily’s breath hitched.
“No. That’s impossible. The IVF was done in your clinic. We followed every procedure. I—I didn’t—”
Dr. Harris shook his head.
“I know. Which is why this is deeply concerning.”
Alexander suddenly stepped forward.
“Lily, listen to me—”
“Don’t,” she whispered. “Just… don’t.”
Her stomach twisted.
Her vision blurred.
Someone’s embryo was inside her.
Someone’s baby.
Not the Reeds’.
Not hers.
What had the clinic done?
Whose child was she carrying?
And why did Alexander look so… guilty?
THE TRUTH BEGINS TO CRACK OPEN
Dr. Harris cleared his throat.
“There is… one more thing.”
Lily braced herself.
“We ran a secondary panel. The child’s genetic profile matches someone already in our system.”
Alexander’s entire body went rigid.
Lily’s voice cracked.
“Who?”
Dr. Harris read from the chart.
“The biological father is… Daniel Cole.”
Lily gasped.
Daniel Cole — the clinic’s lead embryologist.
A man arrested last year for falsifying records.
A man who vanished before his trial.
Lily felt sick.
Dr. Harris continued:
“And the biological mother is… Lily Brooks.”
Everything inside her collapsed.
She whispered, barely audible:
“I… WHAT?”
Alexander grabbed her shoulders.
“Lily — listen — they must have—”
She jerked away.
“No! No, this can’t be real!”
But it was.
The test results didn’t lie.
The baby she was carrying was hers.
Her egg.
Her genetics.
Her DNA.
And the father was a criminal who had disappeared.
The Reeds’ embryo was never used.
Alexander paced the room, shaking his head.
“This is going to destroy everything. The contract— the legal rights— the custody— Victoria will—”
Lily felt like she was going to faint.
“Alexander,” she whispered, “I’m carrying my own child?”
He turned to her slowly.
And that’s when she saw it—
real fear in his eyes.
He whispered:
“Lily… there’s something else I haven’t told you.”
Her heart dropped.
“What?”
He swallowed hard.
“Victoria doesn’t know you’re pregnant.”
Lily froze.
“What do you mean?”
“She— she didn’t want the surrogate to carry full-term. She wanted selective termination if the embryo wasn’t perfect.”
His voice cracked.
“I fought her. I hid your pregnancy from her.”
Lily’s blood turned cold.
“You HID it?!”
Alexander stepped closer.
“I couldn’t let her kill this baby. Even before I knew the truth.”
Lily backed away.
“So what happens now?”
Alexander looked at her with an expression she had never seen before.
Soft.
Broken.
Terrified.
“Now,” he said quietly, “Victoria is on her way. She knows something is wrong.”
Lily’s stomach twisted.
“She thinks the baby is hers,” Alexander whispered.
“But when she finds out it’s not — when she finds out it’s yours — she will stop at NOTHING to take it.”
The hallway outside erupted in footsteps.
Dr. Harris ran to the door.
Alexander grabbed Lily’s hand.
His voice dropped to an urgent warning:
“Whatever happens next, Lily… protect that baby.
Because it’s yours.
And Victoria will destroy anyone who stands in her way.”
The door burst open.
Victoria Reed stormed in.
And the nightmare truly began.
