All Chapters of The Alpha’s Accidental Surrogate : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lisa’s POVFor the first time in days, I forgot every question I had ever wanted to ask.I just stood there, blinking at the scene, heart racing, and whispered,"Wait... it’s my birthday?"I couldn’t tell what shocked me more.The fact that Ronan knew my birthday. The fact that he had done all this — set it up with such precision and quiet care. Or the fact that I, Lisa, had completely forgotten it was today.How do you forget your own birthday?‘How do you forget your own birthdayyyyy, Lisa! Tsk.’I stood frozen, blinking at the space around us. Draped lights swayed gently in the breeze. The table was laid out like something from a magazine spread: delicate candlelight, soft gold cutlery, a linen runner in pale cream. The skyline stretched behind it all, catching the last golden sliver of the sun dipping beneath it. The whole setup glowed.It was beautiful. Ridiculously so.“Come on,” Ronan said gently, placing a hand on the small of my back.He walked me forward, pulling out my seat

Lisa’s POV"Who? Me?" I asked, just to confirm I wasn’t hearing things.Mrs. Jocelyn didn’t miss a beat."Of course you," she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.She walked around her desk, her heels echoing in that deliberate click that always made people straighten in her presence."I know how that might sound," she continued, slipping her glasses down to the bridge of her nose."But what I’m asking you to do isn’t to singlehandedly plan a multi-brand merger event from scratch. You’ll head it, yes. And you’ll give ideas. But the major planning will be handled by me. You’ll be the vision. The front. Handling all the pesky tasks I can’t handle myself."“To everyone else, you're the one handling everything. But in reality, you answer to me.”I sat straighter, unsure if I should be terrified or honored."Me? As the face?"Petra was just as shocked as I."Exactly that. You’ve got potential, Lisa. Don’t waste it. I expect much from you.”She gestured toward the folder

Lisa’s POVSome mornings hit with a kind of anticipation that makes everything feel almost cinematic. This morning wasn’t quite that, but it came close. I woke up earlier than usual, heart already beating a little too fast. The sunlight bleeding through my blackout curtains had this honey-like glow that begged to be caught on camera.‘Not today.’I didn’t waste time lazing around however. Much like the day before.I spent my entire free day doing what Mrs. Jocelyn had asked. Barely a moment of rest between struts, research and making a portfolio that was ‘distinctly me’.Morning turned into afternoon, then into evening, and before I realized it, the day was gone. The ballet studio became my world — soft music echoing off mirrored walls, the squeak of my socks against polished floors, and the quiet rhythm of movement I was finally starting to get the hang of.By the time I fell into bed that night, sore in muscles I didn’t even know I had, I was also oddly satisfied. Maybe I didn’t lo

Lisa’s POVI didn’t mean to linger.The door had been open just wide enough, the sound of fists hitting flesh and breathy grunts pulling me closer with a strange magnetism I couldn’t quite explain. But now I stood there like some statue with legs, watching, wide-eyed.Ronan noticed me first."Why are you standing there just moping?" he called out casually, that lazy smirk already on his lips."Do you have a thing for moping? Cause you've been doing it a lot lately."‘Lately he says! We haven’t seen each other in days. The audacity!’ I thought, yet said nothing. I blinked. Twice. And then again.Was it hot in here? Or was it just…Well.Every single man in the room was shirtless and glistening in sweat. Except Ronan. He looked exactly as he always did — calculated, composed, not a single bead of sweat trailing down his temple, or anywhere for that matter.It was then I realised unlike everyone else, he was the only one not in training gi. He was in his suit pants. Which told me he mig

Lisa’s POVSomewhere between my door clicking shut and my fingers loosening around the doorknob, the silence hit.The kind that made you sit with your own thoughts. The kind that pressed up behind your ears and filled your chest with everything you didn’t say aloud.I leaned against the door for a few seconds, taking it all in. The quiet. The stillness. The slow, ridiculous curl of a smile I couldn't fight off, despite the unease.Ronan had that effect. It was infuriating. It was comforting. It was both.Still, despite the warm fuzziness humming through my veins, I felt something heavier lingering beneath it. Not dread. Not exactly. But a subtle pressure. Like I was standing just before a drop.It was, of course, Selena.The reminder settled on my shoulders. It didn’t matter how sweet or funny the night had ended — she was still my reality tomorrow. And the next day. And the ones after that. Until I was done with the event, and maybe long after that.I pulled the hoodie I’d laid acros