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 Thirty-Three: The Weight of ForgivenessLucian didn’t say a word. He just stared at Sienna like someone had punched the air out of his lungs and left him to suffocate. His eyes were wide, mouth half parted, yet no sound came out. Sienna turned her face away, refusing to meet his gaze, her chin tilting up with that stubbornness I knew too well.The silence stretched. I leaned back against the wall, arms folded tight over my chest, and let out a breath I’d been holding for too long.“You know what?” I snapped, my voice breaking the still air. “I can’t keep babysitting the two of you.”I huffed “You’re not children. You’re two grown adults acting like it’s the end of the world because of one fight. Do you know how exhausting this is for me? Do you have any idea how much I’ve sobbed over this? I’m so fucking tired.”Sienna’s head whipped toward me, her eyes blazing. “Don’t you dare act like you’re the victim here. I’m the one he betrayed. I’m the one who can’t even look at him without wanting to scream.You can forgive him s
Last Updated: 2025-09-02
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Two: The PushThe air between Lucian and me had shifted significantly. It wasn’t warm, not even close, but it wasn’t boiling hot anymore either. We weren’t at each other’s throats every second of every day, and that counted for something.He didn’t scowl when I walked past him in the hall, his sharp jaw relaxed instead of clenched. I didn’t mutter insults under my breath when he sat across the dining table, his silverware clicking against the china like it was the only sound in the room, making sure it irritated only me. Sometimes he even nodded at me in greeting, the kind of nod you give a neighbor you don’t particularly like but have learned to live with. I took it. At this point, peace was priceless.The real surprise came the evening I found a bottle of wine waiting in my room. The curtains were drawn against the night, the lamp casting a golden glow across the sheets. The bottle sat neatly on the dresser with a folded note propped against it. Not for me, obviously. The note was short, clipped
Last Updated: 2025-09-02
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-One: Morning Confessions and a glassI stared at him across the room, chest tight, heart hammering like it wanted to escape. Lucian slouched in his chair, half-drained glass in hand, the whiskey catching the dim light and turning it a dangerous amber. I wanted to say something, anything, the lies, the loss and this stupid confession made my voice stick in my throat.“So… that’s why you hate me so much, isn’t it?” I asked finally, my words barely more than a whisper.Lucian tilted his head back, letting the light catch his sharp jawline, as he gave up a deep sigh of exhaustion and pain laced together.“Damn right,” he said, voice low.“You could never understand how hard it was… loving her while feeling like I wasn’t enough. And when you came into the picture, you made it worse without even trying so hard.”I felt a hollow ache twist through my chest. My throat tightened. I blinked fast, trying to hide the sting in my eyes. My hands clutched tightly. The guilt clawed at me, painful and relentless.Lucian leaned forward,
Last Updated: 2025-08-26
Chapter: Chapter Thirty: After HoursLucian leaned back in his office chair, a glass of something sharp clutched lazily in his fingers. His tie was loosened, shirt sleeves rolled up, and his expression looked more like thunder than curiosity.“What the hell are you doing awake at three in the morning?” he asked, raising a brow.I shrugged, shutting the door behind me like this was some casual drop-in visit. My feet padded as I walked over to his desk.“What the hell are you doing getting drunk at 3 in the morning?”He scoffed, taking another slow sip, trying to ignore the sting. “I asked first.”“Well,” I said, walking further towards the couch across from his desk and dropping down on it“I was thirsty. Went to the kitchen. Didn’t quite make it in.”He stared at me over the rim of his glass. “What stopped you? Fridge too far?”I gave him a look. “You could say… the fridge was otherwise occupied.”He didn’t press. Thank God. The last thing I wanted to explain was that Sienna’s picture-perfect maid was currently busy
Last Updated: 2025-08-19
Chapter: Chapter Twenty-Nine: 3 A.M. TroubleI woke up to the softest sound of slow, even breath, warm against my shoulder. For a second, I forgot where I was. Then I felt her curled into me like a cat. Beside me laid Sienna, trying to merge me and her into one body as she snuggled even more.Her arm was slung over my waist, her face buried against my neck, and her legs were tangled with mine like she was scared I’d disappear again if she didn’t hold on tight.I turned my head slightly to look at her. Peaceful.That’s the only word I could think of to describe her. She had this softness on her face I hadn’t seen in weeks. Her breathing was steady, her lips slightly parted. And for a moment, she didn’t look like my personal patient falling apart every day. She looked like my sister. That little girl that always snuck into my bed late at night, giggling under my sheets.Memories started trickling in like warm tea on a cold day. Memories of when we were little and used to fight about who got the left side of the bed. We’d always e
Last Updated: 2025-08-19
Chapter: Chapter Twenty eight: One More NightIt’s been a few days since everything exploded, but the silence that followed felt worse than everyone screaming at the top of their lungs.The whole mansion had gone quiet. No more late-night laughter echoing from the kitchen. No more Sienna humming to herself while she painted by the window. Just a heavy silence and suffocating tension that made my chest feel tight.Sienna hasn’t spoken to Lucian at all. Not a word. Not even a glance. She ate dinners in her room but barely touched the food the maids bring her. She doesn’t paint. She doesn’t laugh. She isn't even trying to be annoying by pressuring me to do things with her. She completely shut both me and Lucian out, and the truth is that, I can’t blame her.Sienna and Lucian had another huge fight the night after the whole incident that involved Monet and the truth about me being the surrogate. It ended with her moving out of their bedroom, even though Lucian argued against it. She said she needed space. He said she was overreacting
Last Updated: 2025-08-12
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
Last Updated: 2025-03-21
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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