Chapter One

They all sat in the sound proofed room, quietly, eagerly waiting for him.

The lawyer checked his watch and announced the time.

They've been waiting for 40 minutes, but there's no sign of him.

Ten minutes more, the door opened and he walked in and sat quietly, ignoring them.

His grandmother had died and left a will.

She had 3 children from her first marriage and two from her second, making it five children.

Two of her children from her first marriage died leaving one child each.

The third child, from her first marriage, never married, had no child.

For her second marriage, she had two girls, one married into a rich family but wasn't able to have a child, so she adopted one.

The second child is a writer, married a writer and lives a quiet life.

In summary, she had five children of which two is dead, three grandchildren, one was adopted.

They were all present in the room waiting for the will to be read, they've waited for so long and finally the day has come.

Mrs Gloria Rose McGregor was a rich woman from a rich family married into a rich family. She was wealthy. She has a five starred company all over the world.

Her family has a legacy which never wavers. She was a woman who loved family and tried to maintain hers, but somehow her family wasn't what she wanted it to be. Partly her fault she would agree.

She wanted a home filled with people, she wanted to see children playing around, she wanted to hear their laughter fill the halls, but it was only a dream.

She had remarried for that same purpose but that wasn't the solution either.

But she made a plan which she hoped would work.

They all sat quietly as the lawyer opened his brief case.

From the right of the lawyer, who was sitting on the head chair, is Seth McGregor, an arrogant, willful and business minded billionaire. The first grandchild and only grandson.

By his right is Tricia McGregor, a model and actress, top of her class, the second grandchild.

Then Faith McKinley, the writer, the last born of Mrs. Gloria, from her second marriage. Beside her is her husband.

Maria McGregor, a well known designer, the third child.

Theresa Diego , an event designer, the fourth child,

by her side is Montserrat Diego, the adopted granddaughter, third grandchild.

The lawyer began.

They sat quietly as the lawyer mentioned their names and relation to Mrs McGregor.

Next, he mentioned the list of Mrs Gloria's shares and properties.

After hours of intensely listening, it came to the main reason why they were really there.

"According to late Mrs Gloria Rose McGregor, God rest her soul", he said for the hundredth time,

"she said here in her will", he touched his eyeglasses to see clearly, "she said here in her will that her properties and shares will go to her great grandchildren-", he paused as they all stood up in surprise, as he expected them to react,

"What?! That can't be", Tricia said.

Theresa sat up and grabbed the will from the lawyer, she scanned through it furiously, but couldn't say anything cause she noticed her mothers hand writing and her red seal down below the paper.

"Sorry ma'am", the lawyer said taking the paper from her,

"so", the lawyer continued, "her properties and shares goes to her great grand-children and if by the time I die, that is she dies", he cleared his throat and continued, "-and I have no great grand-children, after eighteen months, let my shares and properties be given to the orphanages, schools and care homes. I only wanted my dreams to come true even when am dead, I just wanted a full home. Seth...", the lawyer looked at them,

"Who's Seth?", his eyes met with Seth's and he knew at once that he's the one, he continued,

"Seth, you're a bright young man, full of vigour, business minded but work is not everything, maybe you should consider getting yourself a wife and making a happy family. It would really make me happy.

Maria, my dear, you have the heart of your father, you never open up to anyone, not even your mother, why not try and open up to someone, someone who's willing to listen, dear.

Tricia, dear Tricia, money is not exactly everything, you're nothing like your late mother, she turned your arrogant father, my son, to somebody whom am proud of, try looking around you, welcome the people around you and maybe you'll be really accepted. Fame shouldn't be your everything. Family is everything.

Theresa, strong like a man, am proud of you but not what you've become, maybe its time you mend your ways and live with truth.

And my darling Faith, dear, I have no grudges against you, I know too well that you're still young, but there might be someone out there waiting for you, you have a wonderful husband, why not settle down and create a wonderful home. You are not exempted, I expect a grand child from you soon.

My children and grandchildren, there's nothing I want more than a happy family. If I don't have it while am alive, I want to make it happen when am dead. Tell my great grand-children that I love them so much, stay happy, farewell my family", he stopped.

"Is that all?", Tricia asked,

"For now, yes. Till the next eighteen months".

The room was dead silent. They all sat quietly. Then Faith started sobbing on her husbands shoulder.

Theresa and her daughter stood up and left first, then Tricia and the others. Faith left last with her husband and the lawyer.

They all felt disappointed and some ashamed of themselves.

They all depended on the riches they were going to get.

Maria sat quietly in her car, she wondered if her mom knew anything, she watched Tricia walk angrily to her car and drove off.

Tricia felt it was the end of the line. She's been modelling all her life, she never believed she'd outgrow it at age thirty-four, she's been saving her face with the inheritance, but she received a slap across the face. How the hell is she going to make a baby in 18 months?!

Does it even make sense!

Theresa and her daughter had it worse, she'd lost her company through her gambling husband, who is the black sheep of the family. They were counted off the family's inheritance, their last hope of starting again was her mother's inheritance.

Seth had it different. He's a serious minded man, he sets his priorities and makes sure he carries them all out. He's wealthy enough, but he admired his grandmother, she was his role model, if he could get his hands on the inheritance, it will boost his business, it will take him further across the globe. He could take over the companies his grandmother has in other countries.

He thought as he crossed his leg.

If he could inherit it all or at least half of it, he could be one of the richest man in the world, he bit his lips as his heart leaped for joy.

What the fxck was she thinking?!

He thought trying to remember the last time he saw her, alive.

Tricia couldn't possibly do it, Maria had no child, Montserrat is adopted and Faith, no she won't be a bit interested. Then I'll be left to inherit it all, how will I do it?

The thought occupied his head, he couldn't focus on anything.

If he adopts a child, they'll look down on him, he was going to go against the adopted Montserrat, so he shouldn't give them a chance to push him out.

After work, he left for the bar with a friend.

Liam has been his friend since school and now a business partner, he owned five starred hotels across the globe,he has a rich background as well.

Seth told him what happened, he needed a quick solution,

"Well, your grandma is something else, what you gon' do?", Liam asked,

"Does it look like I f*cking know? ",

"So the inheritance is made for your children, men its funny, how you gon' make a baby in... Or you want to have a baby mama?",

"You know that's never gonna happen", Seth said taking another gulp from his drink.

"Then what?",

"I don't know men, I need that inheritance, I really do",

"Okay, I have possible solutions for you. Its either you get a wife, get her pregnant and done, very legit, or you get a baby mama, still legit, or you adopt a child, not very good, or you get a surrogate mother, good and legit, you decide",

Seth shaked his tumbler while he stared at his friend.

"I can't get married", he said,

"why not?",

"Men you know that's not my thing, I don't need it",

Liam laughed, "well see who needs it now", they chatted about it but he got nothing from it.

When he got home he thought about the options Liam gave him.

He can't get married, he's never had anything to do with a lady.

Well he had things to do with one back in the days but that was then, that wasn't him, he's never been interested in ladies or who they are or what they do, he didn't even get to know his mum, they shouldn't exist at all.

Unless they have a part of his grandmother he likes.

He shoved the thought away for the next option.

He can't possibly have a baby mama, what's the difference? then it will be all over the news and papers, no.

And he can't adopt a child.

Surrogate, the hell with that, he's not doing it.

He threw the glass of wine he was holding, thats how his brain feels. Its exploding.

Why would his grandmother do this?

He sat on his bed, for the hundredth thought. He took his laptop and searched for what surrogacy means and the processes.

Three things caught his interest.

First, he doesn't have to stress himself over it.

Secondly, the child would have his own DNA.

Thirdly, he only have to pay the surrogate mother and take his child.

How easy can it be?

That same night he texted Liam to help him find a surrogate.