I Hate You, Mr Billionaire.
“Give me your hands,”
he ordered, coldly.
I froze, watching him loosen his tie as he walked closer. Something about him felt… off. Mean. Distant. My throat went dry, but I gave him my hands anyway.
He gripped my wrists—tight enough for my pulse to throb under his fingers. He wrapped the tie around them and pulled, dragging me up the bed like an animal on a leash.
My back hit the headboard. Before I could react, he tied the other end of the tie to the frame. Then he reached for the veil on the nightstand.
“What are you doing?”
I asked, heart racing.
He didn’t answer….just placed the veil over my head like I was a doll.
“Making sure I don’t see your face and wish it was hers,”
he said, unbuttoning his shirt.
I blinked.
“Hers?”
He leaned in. His jaw clenched.
“Your twin sister,”
he said.
“I wanted her. Not you.”
His words felt like someone yanked the floor right under me.
“I should be with her,”
he added cruelly.
“Loving her. Worshiping her. Not stuck with a knockoff pretending to be my wife.”
I couldn’t breathe. My hands fought the tie, but it was useless. I was trapped, veiled and bound. Lucian didn’t want me. He wanted ‘her’ instead.
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Losing her clinic was devastating. Facing eviction was worse. But accepting a mysterious nursing job? That was desperation at its finest.
What Scarlett Ashford didn’t expect was that her patient would be her terminally ill twin, the same sister she’d cut ties with. And Lucian Montgomery, her sister’s cold billionaire husband, offered her a proposition far beyond medical care.
He wanted her to be his surrogate.
Scarlett wonders—what twisted melodrama has she gotten herself into?
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty-Three: Devil's BargainThe word hung in the air like smoke from a freshly fired gun. Grandfather’s face split into a triumphant grin. His eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of a man who had just closed the deal of a lifetime. “Splendid,” he drawled, voice thick with triumph and that signature Montgomery smoothness to it. As if the entire evening had been scripted for this exact moment. He pulled his phone from the inside pocket of his jacket, tapped once, and spoke into it without breaking eye contact with me. “Bring the contract to the lounge. I need it urgently so don’t waste my time.” Lucian hadn’t moved. He stood frozen two steps away, staring at me like I’d grown a second head and announced I was joining the circus. His dark eyes were wide, disbelief carved so deep into his features that for once the perfect Montgomery mask had cracked so clean in half, I wasn’t sure if it was the same man standing before me.I didn’t care how insane I looked to him anymore. Let him think I’d finally lost my mind
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty-Two: The Succession GameThe applause crashes over the room like a wave, but it's mixed with all these gasps and murmurs rippling through the crowd. People are whispering behind their hands, eyes darting around like they've just heard the punchline to some twisted joke. I stand there frozen, my heart pounding in my ears, as Grandfather's words sink in. Produce an heir? Like we're all pieces in his little dynasty board game? Now I get why Damien hates the old man so much. It's straight-up unethical, using unborn kids as gambling chips for who gets the throne. But this is the Montgomery family way, apparently. Ruthless deals and power plays are just how things roll. No wonder Lucian's built like a fortress; he's been navigating this crap his whole life.But why is Grandfather so damn confident I'll be the one to "win" this for Lucian? Enough to dangle that contract in front of me like bait? Does he think I'm that desperate, or does he see something in me that I don't? My stomach twists at the thought. I glance
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty-One: Balcony SolaceI burst through the glass doors onto the third-floor balcony and the cool night air finally lets me breathe. The city sprawls out below like a sea of lights, skyscrapers poking up everywhere, twinkling like they’re laughing at me. I grab the railing hard, tears still sliding down my face, hot and stupid. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do Lucian's words cut so deep, twisting in my gut like a knife? It's not like he's never been an asshole before. Hell, that's practically his default setting. But this... this hurts in a way I can't shake, like he's peeled back a layer I didn't even know was raw.I suck in a shaky breath, the distant hum of traffic and the faint jazz spilling from the ballroom mixing together. My dress clings to me, suddenly feeling too tight. I wipe at my cheeks with the back of my hand, but it's useless, my mascara's probably running now, turning me into a raccoon-eyed mess. Just great.The door creaks open behind me, Soft footsteps approach—heels clicking lightly
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty: The Family PortraitThe ballroom seems to pulse with a life of its own as we approach the raised dais where Grandfather has orchestrated this little family spectacle. Cameras are already set up in a semi-circle, their lenses glinting under the chandeliers. Low chatter of guests milling about, but all eyes are subtly shifting toward us. The Montgomerys. The untouchable elite, about to pose like some glossy magazine cover. I can feel the weight of expectations pressing down, thicker than the perfume-scented air.Grandfather stands at the center, his silver hair impeccably combed, suit tailored to perfection. A black with subtle pinstripes that scream old money. His cane taps lightly on the polished floor as he directs everyone with that commanding voice, the one that brooks no argument. "Alexander, to my right. Catherine beside you. Damien, left flank. Margaret, next to him. Lucian, you'll be on Alexander's other side, and Sienna , right here, between Lucian and me."I blink, trying to process the lineup
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Man of the HourDamien downs the rest of his drink in one long swallow, throat working like he’s trying to drown something more than just the drink itself. “The man of the hour,” he mutters, voice thick with taunting. “No matter how hard I try, I really can’t stand him. Everything about that old bastard and this damn family is a competition. It’s suffocating. Let him just pick an heir already so I can go back to being more useless than I already am.”I tilt my head, studying him over the rim of my glass. “You’re not interested in taking over the empire?”He snorts, setting the empty glass down with a sharp clink. “In truth I was once upon a time. Till the old fart wanted me to give something I couldn’t let myself give. Now I’m just really fed up with it.”“Let’s say it magically just fell on your lap. Won’t you take the opportunity and just seize it.”That made him pause, giving him some time to actually think.“If it did fall into my lap? Sure, why not. But if I have to fight for it? I’d rather
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty Eight: The BallroomThe moment we step into the ballroom, my senses are hit with a wave of gold, crystal, and the faintest hint of expensive perfume. Chandeliers hang like frozen explosions above us, spilling warm light over polished floors that reflect every movement. The room stretches endlessly, a grand ocean of mingling guests, champagne flutes, and sparkling gowns. My eyes wander, drinking in the glittering spectacle while my stomach tightens. The air smells faintly of wine, perfume, and expensive cigars from a corner table.A bar boy passes by, tray balanced on just one hand while holding glasses of red wine. Lucian, behind me, snatches two without hesitation and downs them both in one go.“Shit,” I mutter under my breath.“Speak for yourself,” he replies, voice low, dry, a smirk teasing the corner of his lips.I turn quickly, placing a hand on his chest. “Please, control yourself will you.its hard to believe that your dignified when your performing.”He glances down at me, eyes sharp, a teasing
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Chapter: Chapter 30LYLA POV Sharp whispers pulled me from my deep sleep. My eyelids felt heavy, and a migraine started to kick in. But I could still make out the sound of two girls bickering back and forth. "I'm telling you, we should leave! Mama said not to bother her," one of them whispered urgently. Her voice was softer, nervous. "And I'm telling you, if we leave now and she wakes up alone, we'll be in bigger trouble!" the other shot back, stubbornly, I managed to pry my eyes open, squinting against the pale light seeping through the curtains. At the foot of the bed sat two little girls. They looked exactly the same from head to toe—round faces, messy brown hair falling to their shoulders, and expressions that mirrored each other in a strangely cute way. The only differences were the colors of their dresses and their eyes. One had bright amber eyes, almost like Cathy's, and wore a green sundress with tiny white flowers. The other had light blue eyes that reminded me of clear skies, dre
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Chapter: Chapter 29CEDRIC POV The meeting with Alec dragged on way longer than it should have. Cathy got back to finding me and Alec still arguing about how to handle the illegal organ buyers. It wasn’t something new between me and Alec. We never did see eye to eye. I was the blunt, straightforward type, the kind who dealt with problems quickly and left no room for loose ends. Alec, though? She liked mind games, dragging things out, playing the diplomatic route to gain control. It was exhausting to say the least.We were the opposite of eachother but worked so well non the less.Business with Alec never wrapped up smoothly. She had a knack for stretching out what should’ve been quick discussions, pissing the shit out of me. Cathy took the initiative to handle the list of organ buyers we got from Rafael. I didn’t have to worry—she always got answers in the most terrifying way possible. By the time someone thought to lie, she’d already torn them apart. Meanwhile, Alec kept ranting about the shipment
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Chapter: Chapter 28The evening passed in a blur, the silence of my new reality stretching uncomfortably. I spent most of it sitting on the bed, staring at the walls, half-expecting to wake up and realize this was all just a nightmare. My mind spun, grasping at any possible way out, but every thought led to the same dead end—I was trapped. I had no idea how long I sat there before a knock stopped my train thoughts. The door creaked open, and Bella stepped inside. "It's time for your bath," she said, her voice polite but firm. "And we need to change your head bandage." I stood up slowly, my muscles stiff from being motionless for so long. "Where’s the bathroom? I can handle it," I muttered, already walking toward the door. Bella tilted her head slightly, as if she had expected my response. "I'm here to attend to all your needs, so I'll be doing the cleaning and changing." I blinked at her. Did I hear that right? "I can bathe myself," I said, sharper this time. "I know. But it's my jo
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Chapter: Chapter 27Lyla’s POVThe door shut softly behind me, and I stood there for a second, trying to catch my breath. I had no idea where to go, no idea what to do next. All I could feel was the cold air in the hallway, the same coldness that had been in his office.Cathy walked ahead of me, her steps quick and steady. I struggled to keep up, my feet aching with every step. It felt like she was miles ahead, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t catch up. Finally, Cathy stopped and turned around, noticing how much I was struggling. She waited for me to get closer before starting to walk again, this time slower, matching my pace.Every step down the long hallway echoed in my ears. My arms were still wrapped around myself, my fingers gripping the fabric of my sleeves so tightly that my knuckles ached. I didn’t know how I was still standing. I should have collapsed back there. I should have screamed, fought, or maybe faked something. But all I did was nod and obey. Because I was scared. Because he w
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Chapter: Chapter 26Lyla’s POV I swallowed, but my throat felt dry, and the lump wouldn’t go away. My whole body went stiff, frozen in place by his touch. Cedric's hand on my chin wasn’t rough—firm, but not rough. His thumb rested just under my jaw, forcing me to tilt my head up, making me look at him. I didn’t want to. I wanted to look at the floor, at the walls—anywhere but him. But I couldn’t. His gray eyes were locked onto mine, unreadable, cold, terrifying. But at the same time… mesmerizing. Like something from a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from, but you couldn’t look away either. My intrusive thoughts screamed at me— ‘don’t move’. They blared louder than my heartbeat, warning me that this man was as dangerous as his gaze. If I moved even a little, he could break my neck as easily as snapping a twig. One small twist and that would be it. The thought made it hard to breathe, tightening around me until it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. “Am I clear, little doll?” H
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Chapter: Chapter 25Cedric’s POV Long before I ever set foot in Philadelphia, long before my siblings and I managed to escape our father’s control, there was my mother. She had this obsession with porcelain dolls—beautiful, delicate little things to the point she became a hoarder. Having a specific room to keep all her collection. My mother wasn’t strong. After giving birth to Catherine, she lost the ability to walk. My father, as usual, didn’t care, always left her locked away in her room. With nothing else to focus on, she started making these dolls. I remember the way she smiled every time she finished painting one. She would show them to me every time I visited, and no matter how tired she looked, she’d beam like she had just done something amazing. Alec used to think they were creepy, and Mia didn’t really think much of them. But to me, they were beautiful, fragile little things. And oddly, there was this strange excitement that built inside me every time I touched them, the urge to want to
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