Just A Vessel: The Surrogate's Escape

I went to the bank to set up a trust fund for my twins, only to have the manager look at me with pity.

"Mrs. Dunlap, the trust requires the *biological* mother's signature."

I froze. I *was* their mother. Or so I thought.

That day, I learned my husband, the most powerful Mafia Don on the coast, had used his ex-lover’s frozen eggs.

For six years, I wasn't his wife. I was just the incubator.

When his "true love," Iliana, returned from exile, my life disintegrated.

My children, poisoned by her lies, pushed me down the stairs and called me "just the nanny."