All Chapters of The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Christian’s POV I stared at my grandfather for what seemed to be an eternity, tongue-tied and seething. What could I possibly say to refute such tough evidence? His eyes held so much resentment and disappointment, burning into mine. “I asked a question, Christian,” he spoke after a while of silence. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” I heaved a frustrated sigh, running a hand through my hair. “Michael was right,” I replied, “but…” I slid my gaze over to Cain, who stood next to him. “But what, Christian?” I shifted my gaze back to my grandfather’s face. “Things have changed. Olivia and I are really together now.” Grandfather scoffed. “You really expect me to believe that? After lying to me all this time?” “It’s—“ “That girl, Christian,” he cut in bluntly, not giving me any chance to speak, “she had the guts to look me in the eyes and lie to me. Repeatedly. She even went to the lengths of making me feel like a bad father figure with her antics and pity speeches.” My jaw ticked h

Ophelia came by the house later this evening, smelling like peaches and fresh cider. “Olivia!” She shrieked the moment she saw me, half-flying across the sitting room to throw her arms around my frame in the wheelchair. “My God! I’ve missed you.” “Very much same here, Ophelia,” I mumbled into her bosom, inhaling the heady mix. “How are you?” “I’m great,” she responded with a swift swirl. “Don’t I look it?” “Of course you do, always.” “You look ravishing, anyway.” She played with my hair, her eyes crinkling at the corners. Anyone could see she really adored me. “I just can’t wait until you can join me in my countless shopping sprees again.” “Soon,” I gave her the most reassuring of smiles. “Come,” I pulled at her hand when the silence started to stretch uncomfortably long, moving towards the dining area, “I was just about to have dinner. Join me.” As she followed behind me, her eyes darted around carefully, almost like she sought out something. Or someone. Steaming plates of

Olivia’s POV I let the tears flow as I was wheeled into the penthouse with pretty stiff arms, the sound of my silent sobs filling the quiet, empty space. “Why?” I demanded in a hoarse voice. He heaved a sigh. “Olivia, this is not the—“ “Why did you lie to me? Why did you not tell me what actually happened with your grandfather?” “Olivia, it doesn’t matter.” “Of course it does! He’s stripping you of your positions, Christian. Ripping you of what you worked so hard to build. He’s putting Michael in charge! Does that not mean anything to you, or you’re simply pretending?” He ran a hand through his hair, frustration coming off him in waves. “This is exactly why I didn’t tell you!” I paused, sniffling. “What?” “I knew you’d react this way, and I didn’t want you stressing over nothing, so I decided you’d be better off not knowing what really went down.” “Look at you,” he gestured at my face, his face strewn with agony, “you’re crying and stressing over it already. You think I want

CHRISTIAN’S POV “So what the hell do we do? We can’t let him get away with almost ruining Olivia’s life!” He heaved a sigh, the light in his eyes dimming slightly. “The only possible way to get this bastard is to link him to an active crime case, which will undoubtedly open up a can of worms.” “And when can we do that?” I demanded impatiently. “This would be the perfect time to nail him, since he’s trying so hard to tie up loose ends.” “We have to get to work then.” I tumbled the liquor down my throat. “No one is safe with him hovering around. Not Olivia. Not my grandfather. We need to act fast before he harms anyone.” “Well,” the detective pushed to his feet, appearing drained, “I’ll need some time to trace some transactions and the lawyers working for him. But I’ll come up with something, a way to keep your family safe from him.” “Great, you do that,” I nodded half-consciously, struggling to simmer down the rage that boiled in my chest. Minutes after Rowan had left, I paced

Olivia’s POVI made careful efforts to fix my expression as my mother walked through the front doors.She looked radiant, all smiles, carrying a number of shopping bags. I felt a twinge of gratitude in the midst of my pain.“Morning, mom.”I watched as she dumped the bags on the table and moved towards me. “How's my baby?” She bent down and enveloped me in a hug that was both comforting and provoking.Another wave of sadness hit me, inevitable, and I blinked hard, forcing back the tears. “Well I'm good.” I cleared my throat and smiled up at her, the falsity straining my lips painfully.She nodded, reaching to feel my stomach. “And how's our little champ?”A sigh escaped my lips. “Doing just great.” I glanced around momentarily, doing everything to avoid her gaze. “James is not with you?”“He's an intern now, remember?”I nodded, twisting my lips. “That's right.”Silence stretched between us, and I could feel her gaze burning into me. “Olivia, what's the matter?”A silent sigh slipped