All Chapters of The Billionaire's Accidental Surrogate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

At the Cage mansion, the morning was quiet, but a deep tension hung in the air. Nana was in her room, a cup of tea in her hands, waiting. The test results. The one from the doctor. She was a woman of patience, but today, patience was a very difficult thing to have. While she wallowed in her thoughts, Her son, Richard, came in. He saw her mood, saw the way she was pacing. "What's the matter, mom?" he asked, his voice full of worry.She sighed. "Don't worry so much, my dear," she said. "I am actually working on something, but when I have gotten the proof of what I need, then I will let you know. I promise."He knew there was more to it. His mom was a mysterious woman, and he knew that. He sat down and raised one of her feet, his warm hands starting to massage it. She smiled, a small, grateful smile. He didn’t say anything. He just massaged her feet, a silent question in his touch. She knew he was waiting for her to talk. She sighed and said, "I have my suspicions,

Elliot and Devon left the bar, a silent understanding between them. Elliot went back home, his mind already racing with how he would share this incredible news with his wife, Sarah. Meanwhile, Devon, his heart pounding with a mix of anger and hope, drove to Café D’ Louis. He was a man on a mission, a man who was about to get the answers he had been waiting for, for six years. He was not going to give up. He was not going to back down. This was his family he was fighting for.When he arrived at the café, Ian had already arrived and was waiting for him. He sat by a window seat, his legs crossed, a cup of coffee in front of him. He looked so calm, so peaceful, so in control. It was a look that made Devon's blood boil. He knew Ian was hiding something, and he was going to get the truth out of him.Devon sighted him as he walked towards him, his footsteps firm and steady. Being a gentleman, Ian stood up as they exchanged handshakes. It was a handshake that was both polite and firm, a silen

Devon got home, the silence of the car momentarily soothing the chaos in his mind. He sat in his luxury vehicle for a moment, letting the darkness of the garage swallow him whole. He took in a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. The confrontation with Ian hadn't gone as he'd hoped. He wanted answers, but all he got was a stalling tactic.Just then, his phone rang. It was Elliot. He picked it up immediately."Hello, Devon? How are you? How did it go?" Elliot asked, his voice tight with anticipation. He had put the phone on speakerphone so Sarah could hear straight from the source. Sarah was hovering nearby, her face pale with worry and excitement.Devon sighed, the sound heavy and tired. "Not much progress, honestly. I mean, I spoke to him and all, and I asked questions about if he knew who she really was, or if she has amnesia, and he didn't respond to any of the questions." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "All he said was he was going to get back to me on everything and when

Clarisse had no interest in playing games. She came to America with a lot of hate, revenge schemes and a whole lot to make sure the Cage’s pay for all the pain and hurt she had to endure, most especially, to expose Yvonne and she definitely will do that. But all that hate and pain had vanished from her heart. All she wanted to do was spend time with her daughter Hope and find a way to get her back. The last thing she needed was Nana Cage coming to show power and dominance over her like she used to.She was a different woman now, not the kind that lets people trample all over her. All she wants is to focus on what she had: him, their daughter, and the life they built.She had always planned and done nice things for him, but tonight was different. Tonight, she needed to solidify her feelings, not just for herself, but for him. She picked up her phone and called her staff, who was handling the final preparations. "Everything is set," her staff confirmed.Ian

Yvonne and Clarisse both pulled up to the cafe at the same time. The cafe was a small, chic place just outside the school perimeter, smelling strongly of expensive coffee and cinnamon. It was filled with soft chatter and the clink of porcelain, a strange, bright, and calm backdrop for the cold war about to begin.They walked in, choosing a table by the window. Both women took their seats, immediately establishing a rigid boundary between them. Yvonne tried to look relaxed, but her hands were gripping the edges of the table. Clarisse, though, looked completely composed. She crossed her legs, smooth silk rubbing against silk, and looked directly at Yvonne.A waitress came over, but both women waved her away, neither intending to waste time with refreshments. The air was heavy, charged with unspoken accusations and years of hidden history."So, tell me," Clarisse began, her voice cool and utterly professional, like she was opening a boring business meeting. "What is the issue, Mrs. Cage?