PROLOGUE

I knew I'm awake. I know I am. Inside this four sided walls, lying here on the white sheet-covered hospital bed. Aware of everything that is happening and letting every one in this room injecting something inside me. The Doctors I mean.

I felt numb. is it because of the anesthesia? Or because of my dumbest decision that I'd been done?

Why am I end up being here anyway? And what the fuck I'm doing here?

Oh, of course. Because I have no one. No one, but myself. I only had myself, no family, relatives. I only live all by myself. and I'm doing this because of what? Yeah, right. Money. All because of that dirty goddamn money. Just to live.

And survive.

a tear escaped my eyes, not because I felt the sting of what was in my lower part, but because of what was happening simply because of my personal decision.

Why do I have to do this? Other than money what can I get out of it? will I take a child from the semen of someone I don't know?

Why am I also complaining that I want it? So I suffer. Just for the million bucks I was chasing my femininity would be lost. To make matters worse, I will give birth to a child even though I am still a Virgin! this is how desperate I really am for money.

All of a sudden tears just keep running down my face.

My mattress worth a million.

They will pay a million just to live in my womb the stranger's child. He maybe is GAY. my guess is that he is also one of the rich entrepreneurs who can't afford to have sex with a woman so they chose to invest a lot of money just so they can inherit their own child. Never in my whole life I’ve imagined that I would end up like this.

"Ms. Corvado?" I heard a nurse call worried.

"Are you alright?" she asked in her own language. I gave a very slow nod.

I could not speak and think properly because of the operation.

I know it's hilarious, but I'm probably the first woman to ask to get pregnant even without a husband.

Oh God, please guide me, no matter what.

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