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Win Her Back! Billionaire's Surrogate Wife

Win Her Back Series#2 ***** 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.

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Chapter 31 HER BOYFRIEND?

TRAVIS’ P O V

When Joe got home from Dad's house, I noticed that he was acting strangely. He appeared disturbed as he sat in front of the grand piano, inexpertly playing an out-of-tune piece of music.

‘‘Hey, hey! Will you stop playing that? It’s ruining my eardrum…’’ I whined, waving a hand at him. ‘‘Is that how your piano teacher teaches you? I'm just wasting my money then...’’

‘‘No!’’ He pouted, giving me a sideway glance, his arms folded across his chest. ‘‘Miss Kat is an excellent teacher. Miss Pia even applauded and complimented me on my performance!’’

‘‘Then what are you doing?’’ I asked, my gaze fixed on his sharp one. Miss Pia had already told me how good my son was, and I was so excited to see and hear him play, and it would be amazing if he’d do it with Katrina, but here he was messing with the music. Nevertheless, I’m still very proud of him. I knew something was just bothering him.