All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Surrogate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AVAThe dim glow of the hotel bar’s chandeliers reflected off the polished counter as I wiped a glass absentmindedly. The scent of expensive cologne, whiskey, and cigars filled the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation and soft jazz drifting from the speakers. But my mind was far from the bustling atmosphere around me.I couldn’t stop thinking about them.The men who had shown up at my door. The deal they had placed in front of me. The absurd amount of money they had promised in exchange for one job. A job they had detailed with chilling clarity.Drag Mr. Colton, my boss, into an absurd scandal.Their instructions were simple yet sinister. Get him drunk, lure him into a compromising situation, and make sure he believed I wanted it. And once he crossed that line—whether willingly or under the illusion that he had consent—everything would be recorded. His reputation, his career, his entire legacy—obliterated overnight.The thought made my stomach turn.I wasn’t naive. I knew me

AVA I barely had time to process the shock before he continued."Not mine, exactly," he clarified, tilting his head slightly. "My sister's. But I’ll be the one responsible for you."My breath hitched, my pulse hammering in my ears. I wasn’t sure if that made things better or worse.His sister’s?The air in the room felt thick, suffocating. My pulse roared in my ears, and I could hear the blood rushing through my veins. This wasn’t what I expected—hell, I didn’t even know what I expected. But it definitely wasn’t this.I had betrayed people who were offering me money, risked my own stability to warn him, and now he was sitting here, offering me something even bigger.A deal I never saw coming.I forced myself to breathe. "Why me?"His lips curled slightly at the question as if he had anticipated it. "Because you’ve already proven something most people haven’t." His gaze darkened. "Loyalty."My stomach twisted.I wasn’t sure whether I had just been handed an opportunity—Or stepped int

AVAThe drive felt like a blur as we wound through streets I didn’t recognize, heading deeper into an area of the city I’d never been to. When we finally arrived, the car pulled up to a massive, gleaming white building. It didn’t look like any hospital I’d ever seen—it was too clean, too polished, too... exclusive. A private entrance, guarded by security, greeted us as we passed through without even slowing down. My pulse quickened as we pulled up to a side entrance where two men in white coats waited.As soon as I stepped out of the car, the doctors greeted Mr. Colton’s sister with a warmth that suggested they knew her well."Good afternoon, Miss Sinclair," one of them said with a polite nod. "Everything is prepared for you.""Thank you, doctor," she replied smoothly. "Will everything be completed today?""Yes, Miss Sinclair," one of the doctors said. "Our team is ready, and we’ll have all the necessary tests and procedures done in a single day. You won’t need to worry about anything

AVA The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the room, sharp and cold as it crept up my nose. Bright, clinical lights hummed above me, and I blinked up at them, trying to calm my racing heart. I was lying on the hospital bed, the lower half of my body draped in a sterile sheet, legs spread and secured in position. My hands clenched the edge of the bed, but Miss Sinclair stood beside me, her hand sliding into mine with a reassuring squeeze."You’re doing great," she said softly, her voice calm and steady. "It won’t be that painful, I promise. Just a little pressure."I nodded, but my jaw remained tight, my nerves strung taut like violin strings. This was it—the embryo transfer. The moment everything had been building up to. The whirlwind tests, the silent dinners, the contract I’d signed last night with trembling fingers—it all led to this single, surreal moment.A nurse leaned over me, adjusting something on the monitor beside the bed. The doctor stood between my legs, fully focused, w

AVA Days blurred together.I lost track of how many sunrises I’d watched through the tall glass windows of Mr. Colton’s house. At first, I’d thought the view might be enough to distract me—the rolling hills in the distance, the endless manicured gardens, the soft morning light spilling over everything like liquid gold. It was beautiful, breathtaking even. But beauty gets dull when you have no one to share it with.I hadn’t seen Mr. Colton since that night in his study. No texts, no calls, no brief glimpses of him passing through a hallway. Nothing. Just an occasional note relayed through the staff: Mr. Sinclair sends his regards. Mr. Sinclair says to rest. It was polite, detached… empty.He had left me in this house like a fragile piece of porcelain that needed guarding.The nurse, Margaret, was kind enough, but she wasn’t company. She was efficiently wrapped in a starched white uniform—appearing in my room every morning to take my blood pressure, ask how I was feeling, and remind me