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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.

Sakura's diamonds · Urbano
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149 Chs

Chapter 79 LUNCH

KATRINA'S P O V

I traveled my eyes around the classic restaurant Travis’ and I stepped into. The place had low lighting and exuded an air of extravagance with its black leather banquettes seating, gray walls, and gouache paintings that could be noticed, adorning the walls as soon as we entered, which made me admire the artists who worked their hands on it.

‘‘I have already made a reservation. Come…'' Travis reached out and gingerly wrapped his hand around my waist before leading me in the direction of the table he had reserved for us to eat lunch at.

After taking a seat, my gaze travelled around and I noticed that the people eating here were in their formal attire. This must be a place for businessmen like Travis. My eyes were drawn to him, and his intense gaze was unavoidable. His dark eyes flickered at me, lighting up with excitement when my lips parted, and a strained breath slipped between them.