The Billionaire's Surrogate Wife

Ashley Pov

I could remember vividly five years ago when my father was healthy and fine, pursuing his dream as an artist but he had to give up his dream to become a delivery man for daily pay just to give me a better future.

Seeing my role model and my father in this condition breaks my heart the most when I think of the possibility of his survival. According to the doctor's report, my father has just less than a few months to live if surgery isn't done on him.

"Father, your medicine is ready." I rushed inside the room panting heavily, my face clouded with sweat. I had run all the way here from the pharmacy since I have no money for transportation.

Just this morning, my father's condition became critical since he hasn't taken some of his meds for the past few days because I wasn't able to afford them.

Seeing how bad his condition had been, I had to run around the neighborhood to borrow some money which I used in buying some of the meds I had with me.

I took a glass of water, walked over to him, and placed his head on my lap. After giving him the med I helped him to lay back on the bed.

"A- Ashley." My father called weakly after resting back on the bed. His breath was shallow, and so was his voice.

"Dad," I called weakly, my eyes filled with unshed tears.

He grabbed my hands and stroked them gently before faking a smile across his wrinkled face.

"Thank you for looking after me."

"Dad, you don't have to thank me."

Tears streamed down my father's eyes as he stared into my deep ocean-blue eyes that always reminded him of my mother, creating another sad memory in his imagination.

My father hates the fact that I have to suffer because of him. I was deprived of so many youthful things just because I wanted him to be fine but I don't care.

"You are the best daughter in the world, Ashley." He muttered in a weak voice that broke my heart even more but I know I have to be strong for him.

Checking the time, l quickly stood up from the bed, my face contorted with worry when I checked the time and it seemed that I might be late for lecture. I'm a final year student at the Faculty of Art in one of the best Universities in Nether City.

Since my father can't further his career as an artist, I have taken it upon myself to do so because of my love for artwork.

Even though my father was struggling for survival, he saved all his salary to make sure I attended the best school. Father was ready to sacrifice everything for me.

"I will be on my way now." I covered my father properly on the bed with a blanket then I turned to leave.

The moment I pushed the door open, I collided with a body that almost sent me falling to the floor but I was quick to gain my stamina.

"Are you okay?" Mrs. Florida, an old woman in her late forties who volunteers to help me look after my father so I can go to school, walked in holding a plastic bag.

"Yes…sure I am fine." I stuttered trying to wipe off the frustration on my face with a fake smile. Mrs. Florida hates seeing me sad so I have to act okay before her.

But looking through my eyes, I could tell that Mrs. Florida could see all my pain, they came in a glimpse and she was able to capture it. Without asking further questions, she pulled me into a warm hug.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine." She patted me gently on the back. Unable to hold the tears anymore, I let them out as they flowed freely down my cheeks.

"My father is dying, yet I can't save him!

Mrs. Florida, I'm ready to do anything for him." I wept bitterly on her shoulder.

Finding a job this time when I needed money most is like a curse. I tried to get a part-time job where I can work after school but I wasn't able to secure any job. In most of the places where I submitted my application, the bosses always asked for something which I couldn't offer.

Being a beautiful s*xy girl, people always offer me a job with the condition to have s*x with me.

"But Ashley, you are still schooling and won't be able to do any job not…"

"Mrs. Florida I am ready to quit my school just to get money and cure my father of his sickness. I am ready!" I cried out, my head still resting on the old woman's chest.

Mrs. Florida looks over to my father who is already asleep. She holds my arms and pulls me along with her until we are outside the room.

"Are you sure you are ready to do anything?" She asked, looking into my ocean-teary eyes.

"Yes…yes, I'm ready.

I'm ready to give up everything for my father, besides what is the need of going to school when I can't even concentrate because my father is almost dying.

"A Billionaire Surrogate Program is going on and you have all the qualifications for this job if only you can do it."

"A Surrogate for Billionaires?" Slowly I removed my head from her chest with my head tilted to the side as I tried to stabilize my tears and breath.

"Yes."

"Will a Billionaire allow a low class like me to carry their child?”

"Hey." Mrs. Florida pulled me closer and stroked my hair gently. "You don't have to doubt yourself, Ashely, you are the perfect candidate for this job. Look at you..." She shifted her gaze from my face down to my legs. "You're beautiful, s*xy, and even a virgin just the perfect person needed."

I was at the bridge of tears but I managed to hold back the tears. "This is not the time to cry." She encouraged me and I sniffed hard.

I raised my chin up and looked Mrs. Florida in the eyes with a small smile on the side of my lips as I tried to encourage myself to take the most drastic decision of my life.

"I'll do it!”

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I checked my phone for the hundredth time hoping to receive a message from the Surrogate agency. I have filled in the necessary information and my application has been submitted that they will get back to me but I can't stop being anxious.

What if I'm rejected just like every otter job?

I'm just a low-class girl and I doubt if a billionaire will ever want someone like me to carry their child. I believe that in the world we live now humans work with people of the same class.

I didn't notice when my best friend, Sherry, sat next to me until she tapped me gently on my shoulder and seeing how I jerked up from my seat, she had this look of pity for me in her eyes.

"Are you okay? I have been calling your name for ages.”

"Oh sorry I was just…"

She cut me off.

"Tell me, Ashley, what's wrong? Even in class, I noticed that you are not even concentrating on the lecturer's teaching."

"My Dad is dying." I broke down in tears, unable to control my emotions. "He hasn't taken his full medication for the past five days and the doctor had advised me against this because his condition is already worse."

"If only I had the money I would have helped you but…"

The ringing of my phone distracted Sherry from completing her words, and without even checking who the caller was, I answered the call.

"Hello."

"Am I speaking with Ashley Shelton?" A feminine voice asked over the phone.

"Y-yes."

"Congratulations, you are qualified for the Billionaire Surrogate job."

JAXSON POV

I was so relieved when today, which had been excessively frantic, was over. When more than half of the employees at the company had left for the day, I went into my office and stayed there. I had paperwork to study, and I dislike working from home since I often get distracted.

I combed through the many papers on my table, and as I opened my drawer to get a pen, a photo fell out, and I glanced at it. It was a photo of Clara and me that we had shot while traveling in France, the day after she informed me that she was expecting our first child. She was supposed to be my spouse and the mother of my children but was taken away from me.

Taken away by a crazed cruel person. Repeatedly stabbed her in the stomach before leaving. When the tragedy occurred, she had already started to exhibit signs of a developing pregnancy, and our love had grown much more. Her absence still haunts me.

“When you're not here with me, it's hard for m