The CEO's Babymaker
By clefairy
Date: February 24, 2023
Ch. 3Three

"W-what?" I gasped. 

"You're going to fool Duke Harding, Olivia. You're just gonna pretend to bear his child," she explained. "Imagine what will happen if we succeed on this plan? All of Alexander's assets will go down the drain." 

My eyes slanted a bit when I realized everything she just said. 

"That's how you wanted to get your revenge on him?" 

"Well... I believe that's the only way, Olivia."

I looked at her, hesitation written on my face. "Do we really have to do this, Aunt Marina? I mean… Alexander Harding is already dead. Do you still need to seek revenge?" 

Yes. The old man might have been the reason why my father killed himself. But Alexander Harding didn't exactly kill my father. And the old man was already dead. 

Besides, both of us were already doing fine in Spain. Aunt Marina owned an advertising firm in Madrid and is happily married to a Spanish businessman and manages an 

"Have you forgotten that Alexander Harding's the reason your father died? My twin brother, Olivia!"

I sighed. "Of course not. But Duke Harding is not Alexander, Aunt Marina."

Her face hardened. "That Duke Harding is Alexander's own blood, Olivia. What we'll do to him is nothing compared to what his grandfather did to us.  Besides, I'm doing this not just for us, but also for the other people Alexander Harding trampled on."

I bit my lower lip. "But what about my work?" Aside from managing my own pastry shop in Madrid, I also worked as a graphic designer in Aunt Marina's company. 

I couldn't stay here in the US for a long time. 

"Come on, Olivia. I've waited this for years." She gave me a pleading look. "Do this for your father. For me. I promised in your father's grave that I would avenge his death."

I looked at her. When my mother died eight years ago, Aunt Marina took me with her to Spain. There, I started a new life with her and her husband, Franco. 

Aunt Marina has been so good to me for the past years. In fact, she was there with me at the lowest point in my life. Four years ago, I almost killed myself. And Aunt Marina was there to save me. I owed her my life. 

And now that she's asking me this favor, I know I wouldn't be able to refuse it. 

Aunt Marina placed her hand on mine. "Look, Olivia. I'm sure Duke Harding is as greedy as his grandfather. He deserved to be stripped of that wealth. Just imagine how many people will benefit from Alexander Harding's money. It was like hitting two birds with one stone, Olivia."

"Agreeing to this means I'll be having lots of sex with him, right?" 

"Well, that's not going to be a problem, right?" She raised her eyebrows at me. "You're used to having one-night stands, Olivia."

I pursed my lips. I've  been with my aunt Marina since I was sixteen. She knew me very well. The woman knows I have been living a promiscuous life in Spain. I was used to having one-night stands. In fact, almost all of my past relationships with men were all just physical. 

"Besides," she continued. "This Duke Harding is good-looking. I know your type. You dig men like him."

"Well, you're right," I admitted, the corner of my lips tugging up in a smirk. "He's attractive." 

The man grabbed my attention at his grandfather's funeral. Now, the idea of having sex with Duke Harding suddenly excites me.

"Fine." I said, giving her a shrug. "I'll do it, Aunt Marina."

Her face lit up.  "Oh, thank you, Olivia." She pulled me into a hug. "This means a lot to me."

I smiled as I rested my chin on her shoulder. "Of course, I'd do anything for you."

"Just promise me one thing," Aunt Marina said when she let go of me. "Don't ever fall in love with him, Olivia."

I let out a soft chuckle. "That would never happen. You know I don't fall in love." 

No matter how good looking and good Duke Harding was in bed, I would never fall for his charms. 

You know why? 

Because I promised myself I'd never fall in love again. 

I RAN my fingers through my hair as I stood in front of the tall building in front of me. 

I watched my reflection on the glass wall of the building. I looked different from my usual self. 

I was wearing a simple floral dress and ballet flats. My long hair was now cut short and in a bob cut. I pursed my lips. They were painted with pink lipstick, different from the red ones that I used to wear.

Today is my final interview as Duke's babymaker. Well, before that, I had already gone through multiple assessments with the help of his secretary. I've done a series of IQ, EQ and personality tests aside from the physical exams that I did with a doctor. 

"What do you think?" I asked my aunt as I showed her the personal profile I made on the babymaker website. I found out it was a legit website for finding surrogate mothers, babymakers, and other similar services. I never knew such a thing existed until now. 

"Change your picture," Aunt Marina suggested. "You look seductive here." 

Her eyes drifted to me. "You've read his qualifications, right?" 

I snorted when I remembered Duke Everett Harding's qualifications for the babymaker he's looking for. It was posted there by Duke's secretary, who also happened to be Aunt Marina's mole in the Harding Group of Companies. 

*22-28 years old, at least college graduate with an IQ of 120 and above

*Must have healthy genes and no pre-existing medical condition 

*Physically attractive 

*No criminal records

*Single, no longer a virgin but hasn't engaged in any sexual activity for at least three months 

"Really? Is it really required to have an IQ of 110?" I couldn't help but snort. "He's ridiculous."

"Well… he's a Harding. It's understandable that he wouldn't want an idiot for a kid. Good thing your IQ's 120."

I arched my brow. "Well, if he's being demanding like this, I'm guessing he's smart, huh?"

"I heard he's a scholar at Harvard."

"No longer a virgin but hasn't engage in sexual activity for at least three months?" My brow shot up higher while I continued to read Duke's qualification for his babymaker. 

"Maybe he prefers someone with little experience. You know, the modest type," Aunt Marina shrugged. 

Well, if that's the case, I wouldn't pass. My last sexual activity was only a month ago. I was far from being modest. 

"If that's what he wants, then you must tame yourself down, Olivia. Show him what he wanted to see." 

I rolled my eyes. "Misogynistic pig."

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