All Chapters of The Surrogate-in-law: The Billionaire CEO's Deception : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

There is a thing — money can buy the system. Whether it’s laws, politics, or positions of power. My grandma once said never to taste the power of money. It will make you nothing but a power-hungry animal.And that was why, despite having the entire city in my palm, I played the role of a businesswoman.But now, it’s all gone. I didn’t want to be the saint, nor the devil. Yet those who had destroyed everything would face the cruelest consequences.“Boss!” Mirah lightly knocked on the door. “The Mayor wants to talk to you!”“Mayor?” My brow raised.“He has been trying to get the appointment but failed!”“Bring him in,” I said, my voice firm.“What if he’s here to talk about the recent situation?” Mirah looked concerned.I leaned back into the chair, my eyes sharp. “Do you think I’ll be afraid of a Mayor? Don’t worry. I have nothing to lose anymore. But I will definitely make this place a living hell for those who oppose me.”Mirah tried saying something but decided to keep her mouth shu

" I can't believe that my baby is alive!" I almost jumped on my spot, feeling like on cloud nine. My heart hammered so hard my ribs felt like they would split; my fingers grazed the fabric of my dress and trembled." Who said that the baby is alive? Not even in a single chance after all the attacks. Your body isn't built of steel, Violet!"My eyes widened when a voice came. My attention instantly went to my head. It was flat, once again. The extra weight I had all these months vanished too! My chest tightened, breath coming short and shallow as if someone had squeezed the air out of me." Knox is dead too. So stop being so delusional. You failed to protect them. You are as weak as ever. Nothing has changed!"" Stop!" I snarled, the words ripping out of me even though my hands had gone cold, my nails pressing crescents into my palms, " They're alive. Xavier just confirmed and I am going to be the mother of -!"" Delusional! Pathetic!" The voice laughed, pushing me towards the stairs, "

Violet,The sunrise was beautiful on the rooftop of the top building in Palermo. I came here exactly two weeks ago, with my little prince, Cyrus. The penthouse that I purchased two months ago was one of the biggest purchases I did after my baby was born, just to make sure he would meet his dearest father soon.Cyrus slept on my chest, tiny, almost fourteen months, as I enjoyed the warmth of the sun. His small fingers curled around my fingers with unspoken trust in his mother. His soft breath felt like a reminder that we were still alive, fine, and doing great.The pregnancy after the discovery that they didn’t kill my child was truly challenging. After Darla’s warning about my pregnancy, and her prediction that I might have a bad journey, I decided to stop searching for Knox. After all, Elder Silverfang wouldn’t dare to hurt Knox at any cost. His weird obsession with his own grandchild gave me positive assurance that I could wait.So, today, here I was, with the baby boy whose birth w

I watched her face turn pale. Mrs. Bakers, or whatever her name was, looked genuinely confused. Well, wise people don’t rush. They take their time before acting. Matteo looked as if he had been punched in the face. His lips opened and closed like a goldfish within seconds, as though he was scrambling to find a word to protect his job. Too bad. People who like to kiss others’ shoes just because they have money make me sick. "Ms. Riverwood! Please reconsider! I have been working here for years. I have experience and—!" "Experience of treating people based on their outfits or social status?" I snapped, my patience wearing thin. "I...!" "And I’m pretty sure if the tables hadn’t turned, you would have forced me to beg for forgiveness and insulted me. Do you think I would let a man like you handle my business?" My voice was calm, edged with a sharp, low growl. "I am really sorry. Please don’t take my jo—!" "Enough!" Mrs. Bakers roared, pushing him out of her sight. "How dare

Knox,Two hours ago,Mark placed the file on the table with a measured, almost mechanical motion. His jaw stayed locked, eyes flat and unblinking, like someone trying not to betray a single thought. “This is all the information you need to know about the target.” His voice was low, dry, stripped of any warmth.The way his tongue pressed against his teeth before each word told me something else — a silent rebellion. He wanted me to lose my interest in this last mission. He wanted me to fail so I’d never be free from my grandfather’s grip, never claim my rightful position as leader.But I ignored the hints, the tremor in his tone, the way his shoulders stiffened whenever I looked at him. Mark acted differently these days, almost like he resented my existence — or perhaps the version of me that returned after the memory loss.He claimed to be my best friend and personal assistant for years, but his face never softened. His mouth always stayed pressed into a thin line, like a man who foll