Surrogate Wife For The Mysterious Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

A knock on the door and Scarlett hissed, grumbling as she made to ignore then it occured to her that it was her supposed wedding day.“F*ck!” Scarlett swore silently, and she got up walking towards the door when she remembered that she haven't brushed her teeth. And there's no way she would speak to anyone without washing away the stench.“Give me few minutes please, I'm coming.” Scarlett screamed, and she ran into the bathroom picking up her brush to brush her teeth when she looked up to her expression on the mirror.She looked so much worn out and her eyes lacked the warmth it usually possess, because she have been thinking about her safety all this while.That woman, Rose would stop at nothing to take back Damon and that she had conveyed out. Not like she cared about him, but she knew in the process of snatching back Damon she might get hurt.“No…… Why does it have to be me? What's my offense?” Scarlett asked, getting disgusted by her reflection so she avoided gazing into it

“Don't make any excuses. You were supposed to tell me about my stepson, that was the right thing to do. Or was he with his mother? Is she still alive?" Scarlett asked, her eyes gleaming with anger as she clenched her fist in annoyance. “Woman, keep your emotions in check or I would do that for you. " Damian replied, his tone sounded amusing which infuriated Scarlett as she couldn't pinpoint what was actually wrong with him..“Would you stop snickering? I'm trying all I can not to walk out here, you think your money would buy my respect. No Damian, you earn it." Scarlett replied, and she put on a sad smile as she looked at the MC who was saying something amusing that got the crowd looking at them with laughter choking some. I rather hope that Damian would choke on the wine he was raising to his lips. He smiled, chucking a bit as I shot his arrows with my eyes. “You want me to see me choke? You are behaving like a wife already and as much as that's funny. I would like you to know th

A knock on the door and Damian groaned, making to continue his administrations on Scarlett’s body.She loved every bit of it, but She couldn't let whoever was there stand for long.“Ignore them. They would go away and let us be if you do.” He whispered, acting like a hormonal teenager who was having sex for the first time behind the school building."No! You have to answer that! How would you feel if you are been left by someone you need to see urgently?" Scarlett asked, looking at him as he groaned again getting up to his feet.“I would do as you say, but you would have to give me a reward, or I would ignore the next person that knocks while we are having a good time.” Damian threatened, and she laughed out loud at his dramatics.“I will. Now go answer." Scarlett urged, pushing him slightly.He nodded, walking out of the bathroom in his bathroom robe, looking deadly handsome.Leaving Scarlett wondering how she managed to end up with someone like him, he was treating her the right

CHAPTER 27DAMON’S POVThe elevator ride to the top floor was very quiet, not even one of us wanted to say anything to each other. I turned slightly to look at Scarlett, her fingers curled around the strap of her handbag as we walked toward my private office. After what just happened with Julian downstairs I don’t know why, but I just feel angry and I shouldn’t be, I needed to get my head straight before taking her to Nana’s house. She had this pout on her lips as we moved, which made me smile a little. She had assumed I’ll take her straight to Nana’s house after we had left the house this morning, but I had surprised her by saying I needed to stop by the office to sign a few urgent documents.I walked toward my desk without another word, I could see Scarlett glancing around, unsure whether to sit or hover."You can wait there,” I told her, nodding towards the couch near the window. “I won’t take long."She nodded and quietly walked over to the couch, her heels tapping softly against

In a dimly lit room half a city away, a woman stood with her back to the window, her phone still in hand. The glow from the screen shows the sharp edge of her jaw, her lip painted red. The screen showed a familiar number, the one that had sent the message to Scarlett. Her fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before she locked the device and slipped it into her coat pocket.A man in gray suit sat opposite her and adjusted his cufflinks without looking up. “You made contact?” he said.“She didn’t reply,” the woman said at last.“She doesn’t need to,” the man replied, still not looking.“The message was meant to shake, not to start a conversation.” He continued as picked up a cigarette from the pack and lighted it.The woman laughed quietly. “It did more than shake. He reacted.”“So you saw him?”“At the office,” she confirmed. “He was trying to pretend nothing was wrong. But Scarlett? She looked like she couldn’t breathe.”The man leaned forward slightly, flicking ash from the c