Chapter 1 Who's the Children’s Father?


In the maternity ward of the hospital.

"Spread your legs a bit more, wider!" The pain deep within caused Stellan Storm to shiver uncontrollably. Seeing the beads of sweat on her forehead and her pained expression, the doctor was considerate, comforting her, "The birthing process

is quite painful. Just hang in there."

"Okay." She nodded through the pain.

"Yes, I must!" Encouraging herself aloud.

Just a month ago, Storm's Group went bankrupt. Her father took his own life in despair, and overnight, she went from being a privileged heiress to a girl drowning in debt.

When creditors cornered her with nowhere to run, Mrs. Marigold appeared like a saving angel in her time of need, "My son was severely injured and has been in a coma for two years, still not awakening. We need a girl with a clean family history to be a surrogate and give us an heir. In exchange, I will settle all of your family's debts."

The woman's terms were clear; if she gave birth to their child, then she had to leave and promise never to make contact again.

Those were the conditions set by Mrs. Marigold, and Stellan was in no position to refuse.

pregnant as they hoped for, with triplets no

She arranged the best prenatal care for her; nannies, nutritionists, and doctors on call around the

must follow the dietary plan. It's for the benefit of the

and I'm carrying children. I still haven't seen my husband, but my morning sickness is over, and given my medical background, I can take care of

husband, nor did she ever mention anything

Mrs. Marigold said, "Once he awakens, you'll meet him. For

was kept from meeting him. Was it because his injuries were too gruesome, or because his appearance was frightful? Was Mrs. Marigold afraid she'd

Mrs. Marigold had arranged for the surgery at three in the afternoon. As

Moments later...

"Bang."

flung open, and Mrs. Marigold burst out

you're finally here," Stellan began, but she was silenced by the sting of a slap

would've pegged you

utterly perplexed, "Mom, what are you

seething as

test comparing her vegetative son's DNA with that of

BIOLOGICAL RELATIONSHIP" blared at her in bold letters so stark that it sent Stellan reeling in

with conviction, "I've been with no one else. How can these babies not be

with rage, lunging forward to grab her collar and hissing, "Stellan, to think you've been deceiving me, you'd better pray for your twisted

dropped to her knees, a flow of liquid signaling the onset of labor; the

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