The Billionaire's Surrogate

But as I looked into her eyes, I noticed a flicker of guilt clouding her expression. Before I could inquire further, she gave me a sad smile, and a sense of foreboding settled over me."It's alright," I reassured her, though my curiosity gnawed at me. Something didn't feel right, but I pushed the feeling aside, unwilling to spoil the moment for my sister.And then, in a bombshell revelation, Crystal dropped the news that would shatter my world into a million pieces. "Asher and I are getting married," she announced, her words hitting me like a ton of bricks.The fork slipped from my hand, clattering against the fine china as my eyes widened in shock. Crystal's gaze locked onto mine, and in that moment, I felt a surge of pain and betrayal wash over me.My chest tightened, and I struggled to draw breath as the room spun around me. The voices of my parents became muffled, distant echoes in the chaos of my mind.And then, as if to add insult to injury, Asher did the unthinkable. He reached

grace Aurora WilliamsThe room felt like it was closing in on me as I stared at the screen, my heart sinking with each word of the headline. My mom's voice echoed in my mind, shattering every glimpse of home that I had left. "Famous Model Aurora Williams killed her sister out of jealousy," blared the news headline, each letter a dagger to my already shattered reality.Messages flooded my phone, a relentless onslaught of disbelief and condemnation. With trembling hands, I reached for my phone, each notification another blow to my already fragile state. Every company and brand I had proudly represented as their brand ambassador now turned their backs on me, their once glowing contracts contaminated by the stain of this accusation.My career, which I had poured my heart and soul into, was unraveling before my eyes. Everything I had worked for, every effort I had made to climb to the top of the industry, was now being torn away from me. I felt as if I were losing my grip on reality as I

Aurora povIt's been a month since I fled from there with shame and disgrace.i cut myself from the outside world. If I switch on my phone or the television I will be seeing lot of comments on my page. The people I once loved abandoned me and betrayed me.I've been living in a small apartment, trying to lay low and avoid the media frenzy that surrounded me after that fateful night. I couldn't bear to face the world, to see the looks of disgust and betrayal on people's faces.I was insulted called all sorts of name. A murderer to my blood, a traitor, a whore, a bastard. No one believe in me.The news was relentless in its coverage of my downfall, each headline more damning than the last. "The once popular model Aurora Williams caught sleeping with her sister's fiancé," they proclaimed, plastering my name across every tabloid and gossip magazine in existence.My friend, Sarah, had been my rock throughout this ordeal. She was the only one who believed me, who knew that I couldn't have d

Aurora povAs I drove towards Asher's residence, a sense of nervous anticipation gnawed at me, mingling with the determination that propelled me forward. The streets passed in a blur, the familiar route to Asher's house now fraught with uncertainty.Finally, I arrived at his imposing residence, the sight of it sending a shiver down my spine. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I stepped out of the car and made my way to the front door, each step feeling heavier than the last.As I reached the door, I hesitated, my hand hovering over the doorbell. What would Asher say when he saw me? Would he even answer the door? I took another deep breath and pressed the bell, the sound echoing through the silence.The door opened, and Asher stood before me, his eyes narrowing as he took in my presence. "Aurora," he said, his voice neutral. "What are you doing here? Haven't I told you I don't want to see you here?."I swallowed hard, my heart racing. "We need to talk," I said, my voice firm.As

Sarah’s POVI stared at my phone, the call ringing out into silence for the third time.“Aurora, please,” I whispered, anxiety tightening in my chest. Something wasn’t right. I could feel it.She never ignored my calls—not like this. Not when she was hurting.I grabbed my coat and keys and headed straight for her place. The streets blurred past me in a haze of panic. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she sounded last time we talked—detached, broken, like a version of herself I didn’t recognize.When I reached her apartment, I knocked hard. “Aurora! It’s me—Sarah. Open up!”No answer.My heart thundered in my chest. I called her phone again. Nothing. I pounded on the door.That’s when I heard it—a faint thud inside. My stomach twisted.“Dammit,” I muttered, fishing out the spare key she’d once given me, “just in case.”I turned the lock and pushed the door open.“Aurora?” My voice trembled as I stepped inside. The air felt thick. Still. Too still.Then I saw her.She was lying on