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Intro. Axel Frost had built his fortune with the same glacial precision as his investments. At thirty-two, he controlled companies on three continents, but not his own life. For months, his grandfather, patriarch of the Frost clan, had been imposing the same refrain on him: "An heir, Axel. We need an heir. " The social evenings, the arranged meetings, the fake smiles... all that bored him. Axel had neither the time nor the desire to get married. So he chose a pragmatic solution: using a surrogate mother. No emotions, no drama, just a contract, a procedure, and ultimately, a child. The clinic he had selected was renowned for its discretion. Everything had to go perfectly. Except that nothing went as planned.

Axel Frost

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