Surrogate To The Mafia Don: Nine Months Of Temptation

Giovanni Luca Dante Moretti. A name that left a scar on my life, a scar that ruined my life. His name alone made by blood boiled, it reminded me of all the pains I have been through, it reminded me of my bitter past, a past I do not wish to remember.

For five years of my life he was all I could think about is how I could to destroy him? How I can take everything from him, just like it did to me.

Some may believe I was obsessed with him, I studied him for five years. I worked in two of his companies for two years. I had enough knowledge of his work, his life, I studied everything I had learned about it, I did have to resort to some ways to get some information.

Not only that, but I attended plenty of events to know his kind of taste in women. I knew him more than most people did. I just wanted one thing from him, to seek revenge for what he did to me.

Giovanni is a billionaire, a man who owns half of New York City, there is no business that Giovanni’s name is not on, he is an arrogant billionaire who took everything away from me, there is no surprise he has no idea he ruined my life, I don’t expect a man like him to even remember that.

“Are you here for the meeting?” One of his staffs asked.

“Amelia.” I smiled, telling her my name, she checks it on the record before letting me in.

If anyone had told me I would be here seated in his living room, I would have never believed it. As perfect as the billionaire was, he had problems.

“He will be here with you shortly.” She smiled.

I have been waiting for this exact moment for a long time. I can still remember when I had the perfect life, after I met Richard, I had just gotten out of college, I had nowhere to live, I stayed away of home due to some personal reasons and I had no one except Richard.

I never lied to Richard about my past, he knew everything, down to every little detail. He was a lawyer, just like everyone else in his family. Richard and I were what some would say the perfect couple, we wore matching outfits, we always went on a date. I had a flower shop and every day after work Richard would come pick me up. We had our fair share of fights, yet we didn’t allow that to come between us.

Our lives got more perfect when I gave birth to our daughter, the symbol of our love, I named her after his late mother Monica. Monica was the perfect combination of both of us, she has his hair while she has my eyes.

Our perfect lives got tainted when Richard was approached with a case, he never told me much about his cases, the only thing I knew was that, he was working on the biggest case of his career, he was working on exposing the secrets of the billionaire.

We started getting threats notes, I asked Richard about a few times, he assured me he would deal it, the threat notes got worse, I figured every lawyer gets a threat note right.

A week before the first hearing, Richard and our daughter were found dead in his car, I woke up to my phone ringing, I can still remember every word the officer uttered when I answered the call.

I can still remember when I came to the station to identify their bodies, I can never forget that day, it was the worst day of my life, my cheek was damned with tears, I begged the officer to listen to me, I begged him and I told him about the case Richard had been working on.

No one listened to me, it’s Giovanni's words against mine.

Giovanni took everything away from me, that night haunted me for years, he continued living his life like nothing has happened and I sworn to destroy him, and today I have the opportunity to. Giovanni has been having troubles finding a wife, he didn’t need one.

He wanted a baby maker, someone to give him a child in exchange for a considerable amount of money. I waited until the last minute, to apply for the place of his surrogate.

Of course a lot of women would want to be the mother of his child, he didn’t like that. He didn’t want some irresponsible woman with the traits of a sl*t to be the mother of his child, for a man who sleeps around, he wanted someone responsible and here I am.

“Miss Amelia, welcome.” His sectary said, he gave me tight smile scrolling through my information on the screen. It was a lot better than any of those women.

I had my education at a good school, graduated with a good grade. I worked in places and of course I have a flower shop that I owned. I made sure there would be nothing about my past life, for anyone looking for a surrogate my application was one of the best.

I even went as far as dressing modest unlike the women who had come here, I knew each one of them.

I glanced at his name tag and read his name “Connor”

“You will have no relation which the child until Mr. Moretti feels it’s appropriate for the child to know you.” Connor said.

“I have no problem with that.” I smiled. “All I want is to make his dream come true.” I lied.

“So you are not here for the money.” Connor asked.

“The money is a huge help, it could help my mother get the surgery she needed” I lied.

I had it planned out, I would take everything he took away from me. I would make him fall for me and when it’s time, I will leave with his child. I had the plan memorized a hundred of time.

There is only one problem. He wants to conceive naturally.

Giovanni's POV

“We have a meeting with a surrogate.” I heard my secretary’s voice, he closed the door from behind when he got no answer from me.

It’s yet another meeting with some selfish woman who knows nothing about taking care of a child, who wanted to convince me I should increase the pay because carrying a child for nine months is not an easy task.

I groaned in annoyance, knowing I would have to sit through one of those meeting. It always ended with those women wanting to throw themselves at me, I hated the type of women I attracted, it was good when I was in my early twenties; women that wanted nothing but a one-night stand, women that got impressed with my money but with time I got bored by it. I got bored by the skimpy dresses, the makeup, and fake *ss accent.

Sporadically, I wanted something real, someone that would want to listen to me, someone that could see past my money, I realized with time that kind of woman only existed in my mind.

After