All Chapters of The Surrogate-in-law: The Billionaire CEO's Deception : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Moving In

Knox, The moment the doctor announced that the pregnancy was successful, a rush of mixed emotions surged through my chest. Before I could even process my own actions—or the pain in my elbow and chest—I reached out to her. Violet, who once wore her heart on her sleeve, now showed no emotion at all. I was grateful. But every time she questioned our promises, guilt twisted inside me like a knife. Still, hearing that I was going to be a father, knowing that Sarah’s dream was finally coming true—I couldn’t stop myself from feeling happy. "Thank you, Vio. You have no idea how much this means to me. Sarah would be so grateful for this." Violet said nothing, only giving a small nod. We used to talk endlessly, like kids with no sense of boundaries. But now, every response from her was careful, calculated—like she was measuring each word before speaking. "Anyway, I hope you’ll be careful and not overwork yourself," Dr. Suzanne, who had known Violet since we were teenagers, warned her ge

The child isn't mine

Violet, The stronger you get, the lonelier you become. Earlier, I received a call from the bank informing me that my account, holding ten million dollars, had reached its target. This account was created when I was seventeen, right after I first bought the cottage with Knox by the beautiful lakeside. Our sanctuary—the only place where no one was allowed to enter. Hearing the news that my target had been fulfilled by the time I turned twenty-five, I felt a mixture of emotions. Happiness, because I could finally buy the villa we had dreamed of for the past eight years. And hesitation—what if Knox refused to buy it with me since he wasn’t single anymore? Yet, I wanted to take a leap of faith, just to prove myself wrong for thinking this way. Little did I know, I was about to face another betrayal. Sitting in my car by the park, I closed my eyes. The supposedly perfect life I had built started feeling suffocating, heavy. I didn’t want to go home—the place that once brought me pe

Not the same anymore

With the pure intention of avoiding Knox, I returned home around 11 after having a late-night snack and enjoying the night view from the rooftop of the largest commercial building we owned. Not gonna lie, the rooftop was the only place where I could gather my emotions and thoughts without any interruptions. Since Knox usually went to bed around 9, I assumed he would already be asleep by the time I got home. As soon as I walked in, the first thing I did was take off my heels. My ankles were aching, and my soles were burning. While heading toward the stairs, I planned to soak my legs in water for a while. However, I paused midway when I heard something fall to the floor and shatter into pieces. I turned toward Knox's bedroom. The doctor had warned him not to move without a wheelchair since his ribs were still healing. Narrowing my eyes, I stood still, wondering if I had misheard. It was past 11—Knox should have been asleep by now. But to my absolute horror, I heard his groa

Popular Actor

Moon-Tears, A fabric I had personally customized over the years with the help of some of my clients. From collecting the cotton to reviewing the final product, I oversaw every step of the process, savoring the experience. That was why it had taken me five years to perfect. "Boss, how about we hire some freelancers? There are plenty of fashion designers eager to work with us!" Mirah suggested, her freshly manicured nails tapping rhythmically against the keyboard. Leaning back in my chair, I sipped my afternoon coffee and hummed thoughtfully. Freelancers? It was a better idea than halting the project altogether. Our company wasn't in the fashion or entertainment industry, but I had always enjoyed gaining experience in different fields. This particular endeavor had intrigued me since I was twenty when I first started working for our company. But now that I thought about it, my father hadn't sent any updates after his meeting in Qatar. "Mirah, has my father sent any emails? It

Pathetic People

The first red flag I should have noticed about the meeting with the actor and his company was the location they requested—a VIP club. I didn't know what they had planned for this meeting, but as usual, I had a gut feeling that something interesting was about to unfold. The moment my car entered the VIP parking lot, the club grew silent. The coworkers and the manager's footsteps echoed in the hallway as they all stood in two lines. My two bodyguards opened the door. Mirah got out first and held my hand as I stepped out. Not to mention, I was wearing heels, and my foot had been bandaged. My attention shifted to the people—neat and clean—but their expressions changed to pure confusion when I walked toward the door. "What's going on? I heard the CEO of Riverwood is here. Where is he?" one of the waitresses asked. "This is Riverwood's logo. They are the ones. But... is the CEO of Riverwood a woman?" I wasn't surprised by their supposedly whispered words. I had never app

Unwanted baby

The deal had been canceled the moment I said I didn’t want it. The payment for the damage at the club had already been sent, along with the CCTV footage of that man... I didn’t know his name—like I cared—to the Dales Entertainment Company. It was one of the biggest entertainment companies. However, judging by how they treated their employees, it wasn’t long before they got involved in some sort of controversy. Not to mention, fans think they own their idols, becoming enemies of their idols if they get involved in any scandal. I avoided situations that might cause me a loss. I would rather keep them away from my company instead of bringing them in. “I’m disappointed!” Mirah placed a bunch of files on her desk before breathing heavily. “I really loved the Dales Entertainment Company. I even wanted to work there!” I folded my arms and leaned into my chair. I didn’t know much about Mirah’s personal life. So she liked some actors? It was news to me. “Aren’t you happy that you co

My Priority

Knox, Certainly, I knew what I was doing. But why I was doing it—I had no idea. My heart clenched at the sight of Violet standing there, stunned, with blood dripping down her chin. She looked emotionless, hollow, and somehow... too distant. It was as if I were standing on the shore while she was on the edge of a cliff—any moment now, she would fall, but not toward me. She would plummet somewhere too far, somewhere beyond my reach. Too late to save. I knew she was tolerating this because of me. The Violet I knew never endured nonsense that disrupted her normal life. She was always composed, sharp, and unwilling to be dragged into anyone’s mess. But now, she was enduring it. For me. "Violet!" I called out as soon as Mrs. Smith rushed forward to calm Sarah down. I hadn’t expected Sarah to react this way. The marriage was just an arrangement between two families, nothing more. Our sole objective was to have children together, to produce an heir—that was the agreement. But… "Vi

You should cherish her

Violet, When I woke up with a sharp pain in my head, I noticed Mom, Knox, and Sam were having a conversation—or maybe a heated argument, I couldn’t quite fathom. A bit of confusion worked within me about my surroundings, and then I recalled the situation I was in earlier. A bitter laugh escaped me as I realized how foolishly I had overreacted to Knox’s words. How foolish! He was right when he said that. He never saw me as anything more than a buddy who grew up with him. The woman who had lost everything was his love of life. I should have shown a bit of compassion. But then again, I didn’t know how to show compassion to anyone. It was worthless to even talk about. Whatever it was, I should have said something else instead of calling his woman infertile. “Violet! You’re up!” Sam approached quickly. My mother rushed to me and held my hands. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?” I pulled my hand away. Her sweetness felt as fake as ever. But I didn’t want to make any conversation. “Yea

Don't push her

Sarah Smith,"Ms. Sarah, we have appointed a psychologist to help you cope with the overwhelming emotions you're feeling right now. Trust me, she's an expert—absolutely perfect for the situation."Sam Riverwood, Violet’s brother, stood near the foot of my hospital bed, his voice calm, his smile professional. He scribbled something in his notebook as he spoke, as if I was just another patient, just another case in his daily life.I barely nodded, eyes fixed on the pale wall in front of me. The silence in the room was thick, but I wasn’t interested in breaking it."Any discomfort? Headache or nausea?" he asked, glancing at the IV drip connected to my arm."No. Thanks." I shifted my gaze to his face. "By the way, Doc," I said, my voice low but clear, "does your sister like my fiancé?"Sam paused, visibly taken aback. His pen stopped midair, and a faint frown formed between his brows. "If you mean romantically... I don’t think so," he replied after a beat, clearly confused by my directnes

Fighting

Violet,Although at first I didn’t actually feel anything, recently I started feeling drained and exhausted out of nowhere. Earlier today, I had an important meeting with one of the biggest clients, and I almost collapsed on the floor while talking to him.Certainly, it’s normal to feel a bit under the weather, and clients understand that we’re human too. But I hated the fact that I had to pause the meeting for five minutes to deal with it.My blood pressure was fine. I took my vitamins, and the meal was from my regular diet—yet I was weak?Does it even make any sense?Running my fingers through my hair, I sat in the car. Mirah had been a bit more attentive to me than her work. Is she trying to slack off?However, before I could tell the driver to move, a knock on the car window made me look up.At first, I didn’t recognize him. But Mirah gasped when she did. She hurriedly moved to me and opened *my* door without even asking for permission.“What are you doing, Mirah?” My voice was co

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