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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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 thirteen: Terms and Outrage“No. Just wondering if you’re this mouthy when you beg.”I stared at him, mouth halfway open, not because I was speechless, or maybe because I was but… Also because I was deciding whether to slap the smug off his perfectly symmetrical face or just walk away before I combusted and launched on him.Lucian didn’t wait for a reaction. He pushed off the wall, his face slipped back into that cold, unbothered look as he marched toward the desk, brushing me off like I was invisible again.“I don’t have time for this,” he said flatly, voice clipped and laced with irritation.He started shuffling through the chaos he’d made earlier, paper after paper flying being careful pushed around as he searched. I stood there, trying to catch my breath, trying not to let the fact that I was still rattled by his cockyness.I hated that he got to me. I hated that I was even still standing here.Finally, Lucian grabbed a black folder from under a pile, gave it one last glance, and held it out to me like it
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Chapter: Chapter twelve: Too Close to HateI wasn’t exactly in the mood for another encounter with Lucifer Montgomery, but apparently, I didn’t get to decide when hell wanted me.A different maid came this time. Like the rest she was Quiet, polite, and just as uncomfortable as the last. She didn’t say much. Just offered me a tight smile and gestured for me to follow.We moved through the silent house, her shoes clicking softly against the polished floors while mine padded behind hers like I was being led into a trap I already regretted agreeing to.Can’t the bastard of a billionaire see it’s already late? Whatever he wants to talk about, can’t it wait till morning? The maid stopped in front of a tall, dark wood door and gave it a light knock before pushing it open.“He’s expecting you,” she said gently.Then she disappeared before I could make a sound.I stepped inside, expecting immediate fire and brimstone or whatever dark twisted vampire taste he had like his personality. Instead, the room was empty yet gorgeous.Lucian M
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Chapter: Chapter eleven: Two S’s and a TI didn’t move right away. I just stood there. In that beautiful, tastefully-decorated living room that now felt like it had teeth. The cushions still held the shape of where Sienna had curled up, coughing blood into her palm. The maid stood patiently by the hall, giving me space. She didn’t rush me. Just stood there with her hands folded in front of her, giving the impression that she’d seen worse things in this house and learned to wait them out. When I finally moved, my legs felt heavy, as if I’d been dragging the entire day behind me. “Ma’am?” she said softly. “Shall I take you to your room now?” I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. If I opened my mouth right now, I’d either scream or sob. Possibly both. We walked down the hallway, none of us saying a word. The house stretched like a damn castle with wide halls, soft lights and walls that were too clean, too perfect. It was a place that made you feel like you didn’t belong, no matter how straight you stood.
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Chapter: Chapter ten: Breaking Point“I can’t take this job. I won’t.” The words came out of my mouth like a lie. A big fucking lie My chest felt like it was closing in, every breath heavier than the last. I wanted to run, to disappear, to forget I was even in this house. I will not be emotionally trapped here by the two people I hate. Lucian’s face went cold and sharp, like I’d torn into his pride, crushed his dignity, and insulted every ounce of his intelligence all at once. His eyes, those cold gray eyes that usually looked like they didn’t care about anything or anyone, suddenly flashed with something fierce. Anger, disbelief, maybe even pain. “You seriously don’t mean that,” he repeated with a low growl. I swallowed hard, “But I do,” My voice came out tight. My throat felt like sandpaper. “I just… can’t.” More disbelief flickered across his face. It was almost laughable. If only this weren’t such a serious moment. “Miss Ashford…..She’s your sister.” I let out a bitter, rough laugh, lik
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Chapter: Chapter nine: The Truth in Black Ink"I’m dying, Scarlett.”Two words. Just two words. And my throat tightened so fast I couldn’t even breathe. My brain stopped. And for a moment, I stumbled backwards, forgetting how to stand.Lucian looked away, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might crack. But Sienna…. just stared at me, eyes wide and shining with anticipation like dropping a bomb and waiting to see what pieces would survive the blast.“What do you mean dying?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.Her eyes filled with tears. “I mean terminal. I don’t have long to Live Sissy. Months. Maybe less.”The room spun and my knees almost gave out.Sienna’s lip wobbled. “That’s why I brought you here. Why I can't take no for an answer.”I blinked. Twice.“I need you, Scarlett. I’m scared out of my mind, and I’m drowning here. Every day feels like a countdown, and I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe, and this is taking a huge toll on both me and Lucian. It’s tearing him apart, he can't deal with this alone. Please… I’m beggin
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Chapter: Chapter Eight – Enemies at First Sight.The moment he stepped in, it felt like air got sucked straight out of the room.A chill ran down my spine and my body stiffened on instinct. It wasn’t fear, not exactly. It was something deeper. Older.Like a sixth sense built from years spent around people whose injuries weren’t the only things capable of killing you.Years of psych evaluations and trauma assessments had trained me to catch the smallest signs.....a twitch, a breath, a glance. Anything that spelled danger before a single word was said. And this man was radiating it like a warning siren.He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t move with aggression. But the tension in his jaw and the way his eyes locked onto me, shutting out the rest of the world, put my instincts on high alert.This wasn’t some mild-mannered man with a God complex Aura.This was the kind of man my training warned me about. The kind who walks into a room and makes your skin crawl without saying a word.Right now, every hair on my body stood on end like a d
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