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-Seven: The Truth Between UsSienna tilts her head, studying my face like she's reading a book she's already finished."Feel better now?"I sniffle. Wipe my nose with the back of my hand. Classy. Real classy."I feel stupid," I admit. "I just cried on you like a toddler who lost her favorite toy. My eyes feel like someone poured sand in them. And my face is so puffy I probably look like I lost a fight with a beehive."She doesn't laugh."...Yes," I mutter. "I feel better."She smiles. A soft smile that makes me want to cry all over again."Good. Now. Are you ready to talk?"I shrug. "I guess so."A bit of silence before my interrogation commences."When did you first notice?"I frown. "Notice what?"Her smile widens. "When did you notice you were having feelings for my husband?"My face does something, a twitch maybe, I’m not sure. But I’m sure it was funny enough for Sienna's bad cop act to make her giggle, the sound makes my embarrassment spike from a simmer to a full boil. She’s really enjoying her time, maki
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty-Six: UnravelingMy brain short-circuits.That's the only way to describe it, every circuit in my head just... dies. Fizzles out. Leaves nothing but static and the high-pitched whine of panic.“Since when have you had feelings for Lucian?”The question echoes, bounding off the walls of my skull..How long has she known? Did she always know? Was it obvious? Did everyone know aside from me? Did Lucian figure it out before I did?I open my mouth. Close it. Open it again.Nothing comes out.Say something. Say anything! Lie if you have too. Deflect. Laugh it off like it's the punchline to a joke you don't get. Tell her she's being ridiculous, that you hate him, that you've always hated him, that the very idea is insane and she should probably let me examine her head examined for even suggesting—But the words won't come.Because she's looking at me with those eyes. Those green eyes that have known me since before either of us understood what "known" meant. And lying to her right now would be like lying to
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty-Five: Hair and QuestionI rush over to her like a woman possessed. My eyes probably look wild and instinctively unhinged. I'm not even sure what face I'm making, but judging by the way Sienna's smile falters, it's not a confident one. I grab her shoulders. Spin her toward the light. Stare.Her hair. Her beautiful, luscious, I-would-kill-for-this-hair hair.It's gone.The long blonde waves that always caught the sun like spun gold, that she treated better than some people treat their children, that she'd brush exactly one hundred strokes every night since we were twelve— is gone. Chopped clean off. Reduced to a straight bob that hovers just above her shoulders like sharp, geometric punishment."Oh. My God!," I breathe. "What did you freaking do."Sienna blinks at me. Puzzled. Oblivious to the fact she just committed a crime against nature."What?" she asks."Your hair!" I yell. "You cut your freaking hair!"I step back. Point at her head like it's a crime scene. My voice goes up an octave."Oh my God. Oh my G
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty-Four: The Pity PartyMoving my body feels so much like a hassle. The ceiling stares back at me, same as it has for the past—I don't even know how long. Sunlight's bleeding through the curtains, so bright and aggressive, It’s cursing at me for rotting so long in bed. My head pounds. My mouth tastes like regret and old lipstick.Yesterday was a disaster waiting to happen. It just needed the perfect trigger to set everything ablaze.And boy, did we deliver.I'm still wearing my gala outfit. The champagne dress is wrinkled beyond saving, twisted around my legs like it tried to strangle me in my sleep. One heel is on the floor. The other's somewhere near the bathroom. I don't remember kicking them off. I don't remember much after—I squeeze my eyes shut. But that doesn't stop the replay. Lucian's face. His words. The way he looked at me like I was something he'd scraped off his shoe."You keep pretending you're fighting for your dignity, but deep down you're still the same broke girl who spread her legs for a
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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 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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