Lahat ng Kabanata ng Accidental Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Eloise POV: I turned my gaze on both of them now, my fury razor-sharp."You let her—this conniving little witch—poison your mind against me without even giving me a chance. Not once did you ask. Not once did you care."I stepped closer, eyes locked on Regina."Yes, I worked in a brothel. But never—not for a second—as a prostitute. I couldn’t stomach that life. I didn’t last a week before I walked out and never looked back."I spat to the side, not bothering to hide my disgust."You judged me without knowing a damn thing. And now you want forgiveness?"I laughed bitterly. "Save your breath."Regina lowered her gaze, her voice barely above a whisper."You're right... and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been such a fool—""Enough."I raised a hand, silencing her instantly."Spare me the performance. I’m not naive. You’ve hated me from the beginning and never once saw me as part of your precious Ashford family.""Don’t speak to my mother like that, Eloise," Damien snapped, jaw clenched as he

Dante's POV: Watching her laugh made a smile curl on my lips. Her laughter was a melodious sound in my ears, and those eyes were magically adorable. I hadn't expected her to find Vivian's nickname to be funny. I just randomly gave her that name because that was what she honestly looked like, but seeing Eloise laugh this much because of it… I was glad that I could finally make her smile and not be so damn scared of me. Even though she never took me so seriously. She was too stubborn to let her fear show, but I knew how I had always acted cold towards her, which made her feel scared.Shaking my head, I chuckled, “Your tummy's gonna hurt really bad if you keep on laughing that hard," I warned playfully, and she sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. “Okay, okay. I won't laugh anymore,” she muttered with her hand pressed to her chest. “But how the hell did you come up with that?” She asked, and I shrugged slightly. “I don't know. She just looked so much like a toad wi

Eloise POV: “Dan— Please stop. We shouldn't…" I let out a sharp whimper in both pain and pleasure, pushing him away as I attempted to clench my legs because of the desires building up in me, but he was standing there. I couldn't even stop him from biting my skin before he pulled away a bit.He cupped my face in his hands, his eyes staring intently into mine as he spoke softly, “Why? Why do you keep doing this?” He asked. I frowned, not understanding what he meant. “Stop pushing me away, Eloise. I know I am not the only one feeling this way about us. But you don't trust me enough to let me into your heart.” “I…I don't know what you're talking about,” I swallowed, but there was nothing going down my throat. He drew my face near and pecked my forehead. He looked into my eyes…his blue eyes softened slowly while he spoke in a comforting tone. “You don't have to pretend or hide anything from me anymore. I understand that you're scared. You're scared of falling for the wrong man again.

Eloise’s Pov. “LEAVE HIM OR I'LL MAKE YOU DISAPPEAR TOO.” The message flashed across my screen in a sharp burst of light,the bold letters almost glaring at me like a curse. No sender. No trace. Just those eight words. I stared at them for a moment, my thumb hovering over the screen as if expecting it to vanish on its own. My heart stuttered for a second, a chill creeping up my spine like ice water dripping down vertebrae. I swallowed hard, locked the phone, and tossed it into the couch beside me like it had burned my fingers. My chest rose and fell as I stared blankly at the marble floor, thought twisting, spiraling. Who the hell would send that?My mind flipped through possibilities–an enemy? A bitter ex of Dante’s? A possessive fan? That seemed more likely. He was well-known. Beautiful. Untouchable. Of course, someone would be obsessed enough to send a threat to the woman seen beside him. Still, something about the message unnerved me in a way I couldn't explain. Make me disap

Eloise’s Pov. After Dante left, the silence was immediate. Not quiet—silence. The kind that presses in too close. That clings to your skin. That reminds you, too abruptly, that you are alone. I sat there for a while, listening to the last echoes of his footsteps fade down the hallway, feeling the way the door clicked shut behind him like a slow exhale. I told myself it was fine–i needed space. Time to reset. To breathe. But God, it was getting harder to breathe around him. Dante. The man who didn't touch me unless I asked–had somehow touched me more than anyone ever had. A presence that wrapped around me without even trying, like gravity. Like he didn't have to reach for me because my body was already leaning towards him, hungry without permission. I hated how safe I was with him, or the way the air in a room shifted when he entered. Or how the heat in my chest never really faded after he left–just settled into a full, pulsing ache. He hadn't kissed me. Not yet. But he fed me