Semua Bab The Surrogate-in-law: The Billionaire CEO's Deception : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Have you ever felt like you wanted to gather all the strength and slap someone so hard that they could never use those jaws again?I stared at him—Xavier, a man who became one of my trusted comrades on the mission for revenge. I thought I could rely on him because he wasn’t a bad influence and knew his boundaries.But I was disappointed. Too much, in fact. I started digging my nails into my own flesh, a boiling rage rising inside me.“Say that again!” I muttered. “You want to use me as your baby carrier!” I looked straight into his eyes. My voice was calm. The composure that had nearly cracked returned.Because Xavier Watson was no longer the person I used to believe in. And I didn’t want to waste another second grieving over a friendship I just lost.Xavier looked shaken, but the grin of arrogance was still there, working hard to provoke me.“Give me a child. Since it’s getting useful nowadays. We can have it. You can give up on the child and I will raise you.”I smiled—not a happy s

Mr. Riverwood,Last night,The scent of Wagyu beef steak filled the room as my family and Anna’s fiancé’s family sat around the dining table. We’d had a long day—hiking, fishing with my sons-in-law and their families, introducing Anna’s fiancé to everyone. Everything felt picture perfect.After enjoying a relaxing sauna, we returned to the lake house my mother left us. Even that ungrateful brat had a share in it, though she’d never earned it.Earlier, my lawyer had sent an email confirming Anna wouldn't be receiving her share of the house—even though all of my kids had agreed to divide it. That should’ve settled everything. Anna was upset."I really think that the engagement party here will be perfect. Don’t you think? Mr. Riverwood!"Mrs. Williams, Anna’s future mother-in-law and the vice chairwoman of Williams Enterprise, beamed at me."Why not? This property has been here for a hundred years. My mother bought it when she was just twenty. It’s the perfect place for a memory like my

There was a moment when I thought I was the one who was keeping the anchor of the relationship into the ground. When I thought maybe my love for him would never bloom. His heart would belong to someone, but me. I thought I was nothing more than a shadow lingering behind his spotlight. A quiet heartbeat in a world that demanded roars.However, Knox, whose phone was constantly buzzing, whose world was crumbling behind us, seemed to have no intention of hiding what he felt. Even as the chaos grew louder outside, he looked at me like I was the only person who mattered in the collapsing universe."I don't know what to do anymore. Violet. Yes, I used Sarah. I knew that Sarah was infertile and the reason why I didn't tell anyone about it... I knew that I could blackmail my parents to make you the mother of my child. I didn't want anyone else. I didn't date anyone either. All the time you saw me with another woman, it was all fake. I wanted to see if you would ever get jealous. But... You wer

Knox, All my life, I thought Violet was stronger than me. Smarter, sharper, born to rule Riverwood, which towered over Silverfang in both wealth and influence. But today, I saw something far more powerful in her than strength. Untouchable. That’s what she was. My woman. Unbreakable and fearless. And those bastards who tried to crush her? They didn’t have the spine to finish what they started. Still, she demanded them to apologize for the people who they killed instead of getting justice for herself. She wasn't just a queen of Badass, she was kind too. But that didn’t mean I’d let them walk free. Not after what they did. Not after they almost killed my child. Now, seated in the conference room of the Business Association Building, I could feel the tension pressing in like iron chains. The atmosphere was suffocating. Everyone sat still, alert, like they were moments away from witnessing a public execution. Violet sat at the head of the table, her posture calm, her presence anythin

Knox, After that hellish meeting, we arrived at home around 4 pm. We both didn't talk much after that moment when she didn’t hide her feelings toward me. She never cried before. Well, she barely showed emotions. But today, she cried in my arms, letting all the pain out of her chest that had been a burden. As I opened the door, she walked in. I was holding her purse. Placing it on the couch, I watched her letting her hair free. “I swear, if one more old man tries to slap me, I’ll start collecting severed hands as souvenirs,” she muttered. She had been furious with her father's behavior in the end. “Okay." She suddenly turned towards me, her voice softer now. "Spit it out.” I blinked confused, “What?” “You’ve been staring at me like I grew two heads. Either talk or stop being creepy.” She hissed, raising the corner of her eyebrow. “I wasn’t staring,” I tried to deny. But under that sharp gaze, it felt like a failed attempt. “Okay. I was.” “So why?” she asked, taking off the wat