Dark Princess

Just a moment

After I finish my mission to be there, I'll be back again. And it must be in good shape. I'm not stupid. All clauses are clearly stated in the contract letter. I won't be physically damaged. And mental? I hope it'll be okay too. I'm just going to conceive the son of a top official in the leadership ranks of that big gang organization. Lending womb. I've learned from the internet that I'm going to hook up with a man, conceive a child, and then finish. And I can go home to live my life again as if nothing ever happened. I had set myself to think that I was betrothed to an old man and would soon be divorced. And for that I earned a reward that was not playful in numbers. Easy right? I think it's that simple.

I lay down next to my mom and I hugged her body that was still shaking from crying. I elus-elus his arms and back. To channel the comfort that is in my heart. That I'm okay. Because I'm not sure nothing bad's gonna happen. Try imagine. A luxurious and magnificent three-story house complete with furniture. Enough cash to support our family until I come back and work normally. It may even be enough for good if managed well. A fancy car to be used by papa and mama as long as I'm not with them. And many other facilities and conveniences, such as hotel vouchers and expensive restaurants. Even for shopping for things we like. Including the fashion. A very high jump. Who wouldn't be tempted to accept all that just by lending my womb?

Those two years were just a moment. Don't ask me to compare my 20 years of life with being so miserable. Those two years were just a blink of an eye. Just briefly.

After enjoying a pleasant life with papa and mama for approximately a month - I was given a month to reassure and pacify mama-, I set out for the place. Don't ask. A month is enough to create beautiful memories that are quite good enough to overcome the wounds that have ever existed. We enjoyed living in a luxurious house with the complete service of the servants. Sleep soundly on a luxurious and expensive soft mattress. We ate good food that we had never eaten before. Go on vacation to beautiful and expensive places. Stay in luxury hotels. And shop for whatever stuff we want to have at our heart. And it makes me look better. Much better. I thought, I was scheduled to leave a month after signing the contract not because of the good intentions of their side to make my family happy. But just to arrange myself to look healthier and more beautiful. Ja. But I just realized a long time ago.

As per the agreement, the type of surrogacy I will live with is natural. Without the help of any medical equipment. You mean what natural is?

I've been receiving very special treatment since the first day I arrived at a place that, should I say looks like a palace? Less is more. Once inside the door, as far as the eye can see, what appears is a very large and magnificent area of the house. For a poor person like me, who had never felt like I was in such a place, that place I could not describe at all. In essence, if the house I get is luxurious, the place is much more classy. Equipped with all-beautiful and deft servants. Uniforms that they wear are not modern-day style, they wear clothes in fairy tales in the form of plain long canal dress made of satin, look beautiful and graceful. They greeted me warmly and escorted me to a room, more of a place, a small version of the house. The room is complete with all the facilities of a house.

Perhaps because he was one of the top leaders in the circle of the organization. I think so innocently. So that my innate is always happy. Like a foot in a fairyland that has only existed in classic stories.

He still sent gifts and money to my father during my time there. Which makes papa even crazier - not cured of his judiciary -. And she promised me a fantastic gift if I could give birth to a healthy and beautiful baby girl, let alone one that looked like her. I know, in the written contract, he just wanted a girl. She said, the baby girl is cute and adorable. With all my heart, I followed all the programs. Right, I'm following a program to be able to conceive a daughter who looks like her papa. Starting from following the rules of exercise that I must follow every day, the type of food and nutritional intake that I consume, even all forms of vitamins and drugs, complete written in a manual.

Making the program work for the prize money, that's what I always tell myself or the waiter and nanny who accompanied me there. But it's not that simple. I'm in love. Secretly, I love her and love the baby in my womb. I designed every kind of appeal to melt her heart so that we could live as a family. I'm too ge-er that she loves me.

But then I realized the power of a cooperation contract. Moreover, of course, it has mentioned articles related to violations of all. Can't be bothered. It must be executed according to what is written, black on white. Immediately after giving birth to a healthy and beautiful baby girl, I got a bundle of documents to sign. It contained a fantastic gift of money and a willingness to break any kind of relationship with the baby I had just born.

I'll stay there for another 10 months to breastfeed the baby and then have to cut ties with her no matter what. That's if I agree to sign the letter. If not, I'll be sent home soon without seeing my baby again. Of course, staying there is the best option. At least I can still see it, touch it, bulldoze it and drain a part of my body into her body through ASI. That way I hope, hopefully he will remember that I am his mother. Although it is very unlikely that we will meet again, but a little hope that I still hold.

Long story short, I left the baby there after 10 months. If I fight back, the risk is to lose my life, not just my life, but my whole family who've been enjoying the man's money - which until now I don't know what his name is -. It was a very heartbreaking moment. It hurts when I have to kill a very strong love for that man. It hurts even more when I have to take off my baby, who can already grip my finger and be calm in my arms for 10 months. But I don't have an option, do I? I'm just amusing myself, at least he's got a rich papa. So she will be well cared for like a king's daughter and will never be lacking. It was the only consolation that made me strong enough to live life after letting go.

I gave him a name. Valene Varon, I gave my last name because I had no idea what her papa was. I sculpted the name in my heart and never missed whispering it in his ear, and called his name every time I talked to him in those 10 months. I wish he remembered me in his subconscious.