All Chapters of The Surrogate-in-law: The Billionaire CEO's Deception : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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Mother's insecurities

Knox, We left the penthouse around eight-thirty in the morning. The city looked unreal from that height, as if it belonged to someone else’s life. I tried to feel something decisive, something final, but all I felt was distance. I had lived here, made decisions here, ruled from here. Or at least, that was what everyone told me. None of it felt like mine. The man who had built this place was a stranger, and I was walking away carrying his name without his memories. That realization stayed with me as we boarded the jet. The low hum of the engine still wrapped around me, steady and dull. I rested my head back, closing my eyes for a moment, wondering what kind of person I had been before everything shattered. Ruthless? Calculated? Cold? People looked at me like they were waiting for that man to resurface. I didn’t know whether to fear him or trust him. Mark told me that I hated this kind of life. Full of blood , crimes and targets. But I never felt like I belonged to them. With a

I can finally breathe

Violet, The jet felt quieter than it should have, despite the steady hum of the engine beneath our feet. It wasn’t silence exactly, but a careful avoidance of sound. Everyone seemed to be holding something back, words suspended in the air, waiting for the right moment that never quite arrived. I sat near the window, watching the clouds drift past like slow-moving thoughts. Cyrus was a few seats away, busy with one of his toys, his soft murmurs blending into the mechanical rhythm of the jet. That sound grounded me more than anything else. Children didn’t understand tension the way adults did. They felt it, yes, but they didn’t dissect it, didn’t let it rot inside them.Knox didn't sit with me though. He was distant. I understood. After all, we were just strangers practically. I miss him despite him being here. I wish I could rest my head on his chest and sleep like I used to do. " What's with this deep breath? Violet!" Mirah sat across from me," Hey. I thought you won't talk to me

Am I being a nuisance?

Violet, After the conversation with Mirah tapered into silence, I stayed seated for a while, letting the weight of her words settle. She had leaned back, eyes closed, exhaustion finally overtaking anger. I didn’t move immediately. Some emotions needed space to breathe before they could be left alone. When I finally stood, that was when I noticed her. Erica was standing a few steps away, near the narrow passage that led toward the private section of the jet. Julia had been talking to Mark about Cyrus. How long had she been standing there? She hadn’t announced herself. She hadn’t interrupted. She was just there, hands clasped together, shoulders slightly hunched, as if she had been unsure whether she was allowed to exist in that space. Her expression stopped me. She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t angry either. It was something quieter. Sadness mixed with hesitation, the kind that comes from watching a moment you were never meant to witness. I softened my voice. “Erica. What's w

Back to the USA

Violet,It took around eight to nine hours to arrive in the USA. Somewhere between the steady hum of the jet and the muted conversations drifting in and out of consciousness, the tension that had clung to us earlier began to loosen its grip.After my conversation with Erica, something shifted.She didn’t hover around Knox the way she had before. There was no anxious watching, no subtle attempts to stay close to him at all times. Instead, she spent most of the remaining flight with Cyrus. She sat beside him on the floor at one point, helping him arrange his toys, laughing softly when he insisted on doing things his own way. The tightness in her shoulders was gone. She looked lighter. More present.Watching that eased something inside me.Knox eventually retreated to my personal room for a quick nap. He looked utterly exhausted, the kind of tiredness that came not just from lack of sleep but from carrying too much awareness all at once. I had offered to stay with him, but he shook his h

Feeling like home

Knox, Does it call nostalgia? I didn’t know. The moment I walked into the house, a familiar scent hit my nostrils, warm wood, faint chlorine drifting in from the pool, something citrusy layered with old paper and detergent. It wrapped around me before I could react. I paused just inside the doorway, fingers curling slightly at my sides, my chest tightening for reasons I couldn’t explain. It wasn’t overwhelming. It was worse than that. It was quiet. Persistent. Like a memory knocking from the inside without permission to enter. The house was small compared to the penthouse. But it felt right. The floor didn’t echo under my steps. The air didn’t feel cold or staged. It felt like a place where people argued, laughed, slept badly, and woke up better. “ You used to live here.” Violet’s voice had been calm, almost gentle. She stood near the hallway, one hand resting against the wall as if grounding herself. “ In one of those rooms,” she added, nodding down the corridor. “ We were bes

Be yourself

Violet,It wasn’t as easy as I had convinced myself it would be.Knox grew more uncomfortable around me with each passing day, and every time I noticed it, something sharp twisted in my chest. The smallest things unsettled him. When he reached for a glass, he would pause halfway and glance at me, brows knitting together as if the answer might be written on my face.“Did I use to drink it like this?” he would ask.Or when he laughed at something Cyrus did, the sound would fade too quickly, replaced by uncertainty.“Did I like this before?”It was as though he was studying an invisible script, afraid of stepping off his marks. He watched himself constantly, measuring every reaction, every word, trying to mirror a past he couldn’t see. I saw it in the way his shoulders stiffened when he caught my gaze, in the way his hands curled and uncurled as if rehearsing the right way to exist.I understood that his entire world had been ripped apart and rearranged without warning. Anyone would stru

Being bold

Violet,My breath hitched when he leaned closer, the space between us shrinking until I could feel the warmth of him without touching. His hand rose slowly, giving me time to pull away if I wanted to, and then his fingers rested against my cheek. The touch was careful, almost reverent, his thumb brushing just beneath my eye as though he were memorizing my face, every line and shadow.The kiss followed just as gently.It wasn’t rushed or demanding. It was slow and deliberate, as if he needed to understand what this meant before allowing himself anything more. His lips lingered against mine with a quiet intensity that made my chest tighten. The world narrowed to that single point of contact, to the steady press and release that felt like a test of reality. As though he was grounding himself in something solid, something undeniably real.Cyrus wriggled free from my lap with a small laugh, already distracted by the familiar corner of the room. He ran toward the little tent and the scatter

Kiss and make up

It felt like a new blossom in the fall—unexpected, fragile, yet quietly determined to live. Slow, peaceful, smooth. The kind of calm that didn’t announce itself loudly but settled into the corners of everyday life, softening sharp edges without anyone noticing when it began.Over the last few weeks, our lives had started getting better. Not dramatically. Not all at once. Just enough that I could breathe without bracing myself for the next disaster. Knox looked more like his usual self, despite not remembering who that self had once been. In the beginning, he had inspected everything—every habit, every reaction—as if trying to catch himself in the act of being someone he no longer knew. He would pause mid-action, brows knitting together, eyes distant, and ask whether he used to do things that way.Now, unknowingly, he had become the old version without even realizing it. And I didn’t let him know either.I watched it happen in fragments. In the way his shoulders loosened when he laughe

Pathetic Excuse

Violet, Next day, I sat at the table across from my father, studying the man who looked like he had aged ten years in just a handful of days. His shoulders slumped forward as if the weight of the concrete walls had finally pressed into his spine. The prison-issued clothes hung loosely on his frame, no longer tailored by power or money. Three armed officers and two of my bodyguards stood outside the waiting room, visible through the glass wall. Their presence didn’t comfort me. It only reminded me how necessary they were. He raised his head slowly, eyes bloodshot, lids heavy as if sleep had abandoned him completely. Bruises bloomed along his forearms, yellow and purple, half-hidden beneath the sleeves. A shallow cut split his lower lip, already scabbed over. I felt nothing looking at him. No pity. No satisfaction. Just a hollow stillness, as though I were staring at a stranger who had spent his life trying to erase me. I sat comfortably, leaning back into the chair, crossing my

A girl with blonde hair

Knox,“The report is good recently!” Mark said, pulling the car into the driveway in front of the café.I barely reacted. My eyes were fixed on the medical report resting on my lap, the white pages already creased from how many times I had folded and unfolded them. Beside it lay the first-aid band wrapped around my wrist, clean and tight. Every week it was the same routine—tests, scans, questions, needles. At some point, the discomfort had stopped feeling intrusive and started feeling normal, like breathing.Normal. That word still felt foreign.“I can’t wait to go home,” I whispered, more to myself than to him.Home had become the only place where my head felt quiet. No doctors watching me like I might break. No analysts trying to measure my progress. Just familiar walls and faces that pretended not to notice how much of me was missing.Mark laughed, the sound light and teasing, instantly cutting through my thoughts. “C’mon, Boss. You can’t just keep going home all the time. I rememb

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