All Chapters of The Surrogate-in-law: The Billionaire CEO's Deception : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The silence was so sharp it could cut glass as I was laughing. Not some sweet, warm laugh. An actual laugh that brought the shiver people's spine. Johnny Harler still stood there, fingers tangled in my hair, his smug grin faltering as the tension shifted in the room. But he hadn’t realized the tide had already turned against him. He thought he had power—because of his name, his father, the filth he inherited.Pity.My hand dropped to the table, curling around the cold, familiar weight of the scissors in the pencil holder. An essential stationary. I grabbed them without a word.Johnny's eyes settled on them. But he didn't even flinch. However, “You’re bluffing,” Johnny muttered, still gripping my hair. “You wouldn’t dare—”His eyes widened. The sharp crack of metal against flesh silenced him.The blade sank into the back of his hand with a clean, brutal force. He let out a strangled scream as his grip loosened, blood welling up around the handle. His knees buckled from shock.I step

From Harler, we hadn't heard a word. The company had been handling everything quietly, avoiding legal confrontations that we knew could spiral if provoked. If Knox hadn’t stepped in, I would’ve gladly let Harler and his team chase whatever lawsuits they wanted.But if Knox got involved any further, he’d start discovering too many things about me.Things I couldn’t let anyone know.I stared at my reflection in the mirror of the private room inside my office. I had canceled important meetings just to deal with this, leaving me with nothing but time—and frustration. My hair needed fixing anyway. The upcoming party demanded a new look, something sharp and elegant. I hated the necessity of it, but I couldn't afford to show weakness. Not now.Walking back into the main office, I froze."Ms. Riverwood!" Jacob Harris rose from his seat with a professional smile. The Executive Manager of the Business Association—here, in person."Mr. Harris..." I composed myself quickly, stepping forward. "I’m

Damn! I’m done playing the good best friend who doesn’t invade personal space. His words made me furious. As if I didn’t know anything about this man at all. I thought we shared everything. Well, not everything, but this matters...Throwing him onto the couch and giving a light kick on his leg like I used to, I sat across from him and dialed Mark’s number. It seemed like either I had to end this stupid cat-and-mouse saga or just kill this pathetic loser for not being able to stand up for himself.As a husband? A lover? A man? Why would he say something like that so suddenly—and disappear? Is he going to die?“Hey Mark. It’s Violet. Do you have time to come over right now?” I asked, running my fingers through my hair. Let’s see what he had been hiding from me to make such an emotional speech.Romantically? Why would he say something like that out of nowhere? Did he discover that I’ve been in love with him? No. It couldn’t be. I didn’t want him to know about my feelings and discard them

After the conversation with Mark, I couldn’t sleep all night. I tossed and turned until the bedsheet wrapped around my legs like shackles. The ceiling above me felt too low, suffocating, and every tick of the clock sounded like a countdown. Mark’s words replayed in my mind like a cruel lullaby — except it kept me wide awake. I felt like I was drowning inside a box I couldn’t break out of — a place where nothing made sense, where confusion bled into guilt, and silence felt heavier than noise.Mark wasn’t wrong. Knox didn’t know anything about me. All he knew was that his best friend was a hot-tempered girl who never lowered her head. But he didn’t know I had been carrying a lot of baggage — including a mission to kill or be killed by some unwanted pests in my life.I never told him about my role in the business world. I didn’t tell him that I liked him because he didn’t think of me as a woman. I never told him that I wasn’t afraid of blood anymore. I was more than just the girl who dom

Knox,Two days ago,In the chairman's office of my company, I stood there, hanging my head while my father sat with his arms folded across the table, staring at me with that condescending gaze. He was holding a document—the name of the therapist Mark helped me hire was written on it."So, I met your therapist yesterday. I heard you were going through some mental health issues?" he asked, as if I had contracted a contagious disease or committed a sin.I remained silent, waiting for him to finish whatever speech he had prepared."Knox Silverfang, the CEO of the Silverfang Corporation wants to die because he’s scared of responsibility? How disgraceful!" he spat, standing up with his usual imposing presence."There are some fundamentals I taught you as a child. Silverfangs are not cowards. We rule the world. We don’t need therapists—some ignorant stranger playing with our minds. I forbid you from using excuses and demand you accept your destiny as KNOX SILVERFANG!"He emphasized my name w