All Chapters of The Billionaire's Accidental Surrogate: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Clarisse walked back into the living room of the Thompson mansion, her shoulders relaxing the moment the heavy front door clicked shut behind Devon’s retreating car. The air instantly felt lighter, less suffocating. She found Ian exactly where she expected him, waiting for her on the plush, cream-colored couch, a faint, worried line etched between his eyebrows.She crossed the room and sat down beside him, immediately wrapping her hand around his arm and leaning her head against his shoulder. He kissed her forehead, a familiar gesture that felt like coming home."That was a long conversation with Devon," Ian noted softly. "I hope he wasn’t bothering you. He looked... intense.""He was," Clarisse confirmed with a sigh. "But it wasn’t an argument, not exactly. It was more about his jealousy. His deep, gnawing insecurity."Ian pulled her closer, his gaze steady. "Jealousy of what, my love?  Ian asked.Clarisse sat up, turning to

Ava walked back into the living room, trying to look composed, but inside, she was vibrating with the sheer, explosive power of the secret she carried. Her face felt hot with barely contained laughter. She was sitting on a goldmine, a secret so juicy and destructive it could rearrange the entire Cage family hierarchy.She rejoined the family gathering. Yvonne was already there, looking pale and tight, pretending to listen to Arielle talk about work and all. Mateo was beside Arielle, looking entirely too charming and innocent, but every time his eyes flickered to Yvonne, the smugness was clear.Ava sat next to her husband, Damian. She couldn't help herself; her eyes kept drifting to Yvonne. She watched the way Yvonne nervously sipped her water, the rigid way she held her shoulders. Panic, Ava thought gleefully. Pure, unadulterated panic.Damian noticed his wife’s intense focus. He leaned close, whispering in her ear, his breath warm."What happened, Ava? Why are you staring at Yvonne l

The school auditorium was packed with parents, buzzing with the gentle chaos of a kindergarten event. Devon led his large, imposing family contingent into the hall. The Cages didn't walk in; they arrived. They drew eyes instantly Nana’s rigid posture, Devon’s sharp, expensive suit, and Yvonne’s perfectly coiffed elegance followed by the rest of the Cage family as they were ushered to their seats where they sat waiting to cheer on Hope.They found seats near the front, and Devon immediately scanned the room looking for Clarisse.And there they were, walking in as a united front that they were. Clarisse dressed casual as there was a segment were parents would dance with their kids. Hope initially didn’t apply but when Clarisse found out she requested that Hope and Lucia dance with her on stage. She explained the truth to the teacher and told her that she doesn’t mind if they don’t win, but it will be a memory her daughters especially H

Clarisse and Ian walked into their home, the heavy mahogany door slamming shut behind them, sealing them away from the cold air of the Cage family's malice. The perfect serenity of their house felt like a fragile shield after the brutality of Nana’s threats at the school.A sense of raw, ugly panic filled the air. Lucia's Nanny quickly appeared, taking the still-excited but now tired girl up to her room to freshen up, leaving the parents alone to face the emotional fallout.Clarisse rushed into their bedroom, pulling off the outfit she wore. She was shaking. Ian followed her, his face grim."I just... I can't believe that just happened," Clarisse choked out, pacing the carpet. "I knew Nana was a vicious woman. I know she's a monster when she wants to be. But Devon! He just stood there! He let her say that we'd lose the girls, that they'd take both! What the hell was he thinking, Ian? What the hell was he thinking?"She stopped pacing, turning to her

The morning arrived at the Thompson house with a cautious silence, a thin shell of peace holding back the chaos of the day before. Clarisse was the first to stir, noticing the weight of a small, sleeping body nestled between her and Ian. Lucia had been so anxious after Nana's threats, in other to make her feel at ease, Clarisse told her she could sleep in "Mommy and Daddy's big bed." Just like she always did when she was much younger.Clarisse gently stroked Lucia’s hair. The little girl’s presence was a physical manifestation of the trouble the Cages were causing. They weren't just fighting Clarisse and Ian; they were terrorizing a six-year-old.Ian emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped low around his waist, running a hand through his damp hair. He looked tired but determined."She still sleeping soundly?" he whispered, leaning over to kiss Lucia's forehead."Like a log now," Clarisse whispered back.Ian’s phone rang. It was t