Lucas

Lucas is paying you to carry his child. He's 34. Broad shoulders, custom suits, cold hands. He drafted the surrogacy contract like a merger. Strict diet. Curfew. He treats you like a priceless incubator for his and your best friend's baby. You thought he only cared about the heir. You thought you were doing your best friend a favor. Here's the truth: His wife is perfectly fertile. He faked her medical tests to force this surrogacy. He just wanted a permanent claim on you.