All Chapters of The Billionaire's Accidental Surrogate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Clarisse finally got to the ranch. The car drove down a winding path, and she looked out the window. She didn’t even recognize the place. The ranch, which was usually simple and had a sort of natural, rustic beauty, was now something else entirely. It was a wonderland. The trees were lit up with thousands of tiny, warm-colored lights that hung like fireflies. The path was lined with glowing lanterns. It was decorated so beautifully, so thoughtfully, that Clarisse just stared, a wide, genuine smile spreading across her face. Her eyes felt a little wet, and tears almost rolled down her cheek. No one had ever done anything like this for her. Not like this.Just then, the car stopped, and a soft, familiar tone filled the air. Clarisse’s heart skipped a beat. She knew that sound. It was the intro to “Crazy in Love.” She was about to ask Ian who was playing the music when she saw her. The one and only, the Grammy Award-winning artist, Beyoncé. She was standing there, under a single spotligh

Devon’s car glided smoothly down the private road that led to the Thompson’s home. He had been to many mansions, many sprawling estates, but this one felt different from the very beginning. The drive to the main gate was peaceful, the trees tall and green, the air smelling of fresh earth and flowers. It was a world away from the busy city, from the concrete and steel of his own life.He got to the gate, and the security guard already knew who he was. Clarisse let him know with a photo of Devon. So once he saw him, he just knew he was the one. The guard smiled and waved him through. The drive from the gate to the main house was long, a slow journey through a beautifully kept landscape. It felt more like a park than a yard. Finally, the car stopped, and Devon’s eyes widened a little. It wasn’t a house. It was a palace. Just as big as his own mansion, maybe even bigger, but the whole feel of the place was different. It felt soft. It felt lived-in. It felt like a home.A member of the sta

Clarisse walked back into the playroom, the happy sound of the girls’ laughter filling the air. She sat down with them and they all ate lunch together, giggling and telling stories. After they were done, Clarisse had them sit down and get ready for a bath. She was still a mom, and she wanted to make sure they were clean before they went out. She helped them freshen up, washing their faces and hands, and changing their clothes. She even did their hair in cute braids, adding a little bow to each one.It was time for some shopping. Clarisse hadn’t been in Hope’s life for almost six years, and she wanted to spend as much time as she could with her. She wanted to do all the things she had missed, all the little things that moms do for their kids. The girls needed clothes, of course, but most importantly, Clarisse wanted to get them both the perfect birthday outfits. The party theme was "Mystic," and she had just the designer in mind to make their dream outfits a

At home, Damien was in his room, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. His heart was hammering against his ribs, and a cold sweat had broken out on his forehead. He was going to be discovered for the fraud he had committed with the company. He had tried to be a hero. He had wanted to make his family proud. But in his rush to prove himself, he had made a huge mistake. He had taken money from the company without the necessary authority knowing, and now the person he had used to do it, the accountant, had been found. It was only a matter of time before he was too. He sat down at his study table, his hands shaking, a wave of pure panic washing over him.Just then, the door opened, and Ava walked in. She had just gotten back from her spa appointment, her face glowing, her body relaxed. But the moment she saw him, her relaxed look was gone, replaced with a frown. She dropped her purse on the floor and walked over to him.“Calm down,” she said, her voice firm. “You have to calm down. Th

After they arrived home, the silence in the car was heavy, suffocating. Damien’s mind was a whirlwind of images: the cold, uncompleted building, the look of terror on the accountant’s face, the sudden, deafening gunshot, and the way his body had crumpled to the floor. Most of all, he kept seeing Ava’s face. The cold, blank look in her eyes as she raised her hand to signal the shot. The small, almost imperceptible smile as she watched the man die. Who was he married to? He felt like he had been living with a stranger. He needed answers. He needed to know what was going on.The moment they got inside the house, he pulled Ava into their soundproof room. He closed the door with a loud thud and locked it. He turned to face her. She looked so calm. She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed, a slight smile on her face. There was no fear, no worry, no remorse. She was like a statue, beautiful and unbothered.“Can you explain what happened there?&