The Billionaire Used Me as an Incubator

Summary

My fiancé forced me through painful fertility treatments to bear him eight children, all for his first love who could never conceive.

At the banquet for my eighth pregnancy, Ken stroked my belly, smiling. “The doctors say Sally needs a big family to cure her depression,” he murmured. “Deliver this last one, Sylvia, and I’ll give you the grand wedding you deserve.”

His friends laughed and placed bets on how much I would ask for this child. Every previous pregnancy, I demanded half a million dollars. This time, I pushed his hand away.

“Keep your wedding, Ken. We are done.”