Solana Maeve Hughes had learned to measure risk, to quantify dreams in dollars and cents. Tuition would cost her nights without sleep, classes without rest-but this offer was different. To bear a child for Kamala D. Harris was to enter a world of whispered contracts, private corridors, and unspoken desires. And in that quiet, shocking intimacy, Solana realized she might be risking not just her body-but her heart.

When Internal Pressures collide with her work-life balance and impending catastrophe, what does she do? Does Pressure cave in on herself? Or does it fully unleash the sinister side of her that she keeps contained?

Kamala Harris has the life she always wanted-or at least the life she is supposed to want. A successful law firm. A husband. A family. Then Barack Obama walks into her office. Brilliant, broke, divorced, and impossible to ignore, he is everything Kamala should not want. What begins as tension and sharp words slowly turns into something far more dangerous. Because some choices ruin everything. And some people feel like the wrong kind of right. This story is a work of fanfiction created solely for entertainment purposes. It is entirely fictional and is not intended to represent real events, real relationships, or the actual thoughts, actions, or lives of any public figures or individuals portrayed. Any similarities to real people or situations are purely coincidental or used in a fictionalized manner. No harm, disrespect, or offense is intended toward any person, family, organization, or community. This story is written with creative intent only.

Being a surrogate isn't as easy as it seems.

President Kamala Harris has built her first term on strength, sacrifice, and silence. It's been nearly three years since the death of her husband-and though the world still sees a steady hand behind the Resolute Desk, those closest to her know the cost of holding the country together. Chief of Staff Olivia King is composed, capable, and impossible to read. She's spent a lifetime outrunning her past, choosing control over chaos, precision over desire. But everything starts to shift in the quiet moments-the missed glances, the late-night strategy dinners, the conversations that veer just a little too close to tenderness. Neither woman intended for the line to blur. Neither can afford to cross it. But the Oval Office gets very quiet after hours... And power isn't the only thing being negotiated.

Kamala Harris is the most powerful woman in the world, but she is also scared to be alone. Her husband Douglas is not a good man and she might need a strong bodyguard to protect her. Camila Santos tries to stay proffessional, but let's be honest, she's not set up for success.

Iman Martial has a troubled past, and being sold and auctioned doesn't make it any better. Being used and sold for other enjoyment, she gets sent back to the place that once sold her. Now, a new woman buys her, so what could happen next.

Kamala Harris x OC Their first meeting feels harmless. Their second feels intentional. By the time either of them realizes what's happening, desire has already been twisted into dependency. What follows is not romance, but erosion of boundaries, certainty, and sanity. The question is: How far are they willing to go? (basically a romance turned into obsession, co-dependency, and heavy manipulation.)

I have no doubt she could feel my breathing on her face. I grabbed her chin with my hand and pulled her face even closer. "I'm not telling you to leave because I don't like your dick. I'm telling you to leave because I want your dick. I want it inside of me right now, and I want it in there until I fucking pass out. But I am a faithful person, even if I don't like the fucking bastard I am married to. So again I say. Get. The fuck. Out." I lowly growled at her.