All Chapters of The Billionaire's Accidental Surrogate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

And there it was. The truth he had always wished and hoped for. He had searched for years, wept for years, and now he had finally heard it. But hearing it from this composed, beautiful, cold stranger, it didn't feel the same way. It felt like a punch to the gut. The woman he loved had not just survived; she had willingly chosen to abandon him.Outside the door, Amelia was frantic. She heard the shouting, Devon’s raw voice, and she was worried about Clarisse's safety. She knew Devon wouldn’t hurt Clarisse from what Clarisse had told her about him, but then again, you cannot be too sure. He had just fought through security and came straight into her home, she couldn’t trust him, and she knew the only person who could be with Clarisse right now was none other than her husband, Ian Thompson. She got out her phone and dialed Ian immediately."You have to come here now," Amelia whispered urgently into the phone. "It's Devon, he’s in there with Clarisse, and they are having the talk. It's no

Devon’s drive home was a heartbreaking, gut-wrenching experience. He wasn't just driving; he was spiraling. He kept slamming his hand against the steering wheel, replaying the last moment in Clarisse’s office the sight of her hugging Ian, the chilling finality in her voice: "See you in court, Mr. Devon Cage."He stopped the car in the driveway, but he couldn't move for a long time. He smelled faintly of the whiskey he’d had at a bar right after leaving the office, trying to numb the pain that felt like a physical wound. He looked drunk, angry, and utterly defeated when he finally stumbled out of the car.He slammed the mansion door shut behind him, the sound echoing through the elegant, silent hall. It was dinner time, and the family was gathered in the dining room, as Devon walked up to them. They all stared at him wondering what the issue could be, “What is it son?” Richard, his dad asked as he sighed. He saw Hope and he knew he was goin

The atmosphere in the car on the way to pick up Lucia was heavy, thick with a dread that was almost palpable. Ian drove slowly, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Clarisse sat beside him, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. They had successfully coordinated the drop-off, Devon had taken Hope. They kept up a forced, cheerful conversation with Lucia on the ride home, asking about her day, listening to her chatter about recess and princesses. But as they turned onto their street, the laughter died in Clarisse’s throat."This really is harder than I thought," Clarisse whispered to Ian as soon as Lucia was safely through the front door. They had walked into the large, empty living room, leaving Lucia to head upstairs to change out of her uniform.Ian pulled her into a tight hug, holding her close. "Hey. Look at me." He waited until she met his eyes. "We have always known this was going to happen, honey. Since the very beginning, we knew we were going to come back here for your sec

Devon drove across town to a little, old-fashioned ice cream shop that Hope loved. It wasn't crowded, the perfect quiet, happy bubble to contain a life-altering conversation. They sat by the window seat, the warm afternoon sun streaming in, illuminating the colorful scoops of ice cream in front of them. Hope had ordered a mountain of strawberry and vanilla, while Devon just stared at his untouched coffee.Hope giggled, taking a big spoonful of ice cream. "Daddy, look! It’s melting!"Devon forced a small, tired smile. "Eat fast, princess, before it runs away." She laughed as he did too with a sigh. How on earth was he going to his daughter the truth, what would her reaction be? He always knew Hope and Yvonne never had that mother and daughter bond, but he could see that with Clarisse despite the short period of time they had known each other and he knew Hope would love the idea that Clarisse is indeed her birth mother but then again, let’s see how this plays out, he tho

The family meeting was breaking up, but the feelings in the room were far from settled. Clarisse was rushing around, pulling out packages from massive designer shopping bags. She had gone on a spree, buying clothes, toys, and every gadget imaginable for Hope, pending the day she would finally be able to hold her daughter close.She handed a stack of colorfully wrapped boxes to Devon. "These are for Hope," she said, her voice softer than it had been all week. "Mostly clothes, some books. Just little things I wanted her to have. I missed so much."Devon took the heavy bags, a genuine, warm smile finally touching his eyes. He looked at Hope, who was busy trying on a new twin bracelet with Lucia. "Thank you, Clarisse. That's really thoughtful. Hope is going to love these."He then looked at Lucia, winking playfully. "Oh, my dear Lucia," he said, trying to be the fun, cool dad. "I also got you things, but I just forgot to bring them this time. I was in such a hurry."