Semua Bab The Billionaire's Accidental Surrogate: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The silence that followed Devon's announcement was deafening. Everyone sat frozen at the dinner table, forks halfway to their mouths, eyes wide with shock. The Montgomery family looked like they had just been slapped.Mr. Montgomery was the first to recover. He slowly put down his fork and turned to Richard Cage, his voice tight with confusion and anger."Mr. Cage," he said, his words coming out slow and deliberate. "What does your son mean by that? How is some other woman carrying his child when he has a fiancée and isn't married yet?"Richard felt every eye at the table turn to him. He sighed deeply, how could he explain this mess? How could he explain the situation to the Montgomery’s."Well, you see..." Richard started, but Eva cut him off."Is Yvonne sterile?" Eva asked bluntly, her voice sharp and cutting through the tension like a knife."What!" Yvonne exclaimed, her face turning red with embarrassment and anger. "How dare you! Of course I'm not sterile!"The table erupted into

After everyone had gone to their rooms, Devon and Yvonne walked upstairs together in awkward silence. The tension from dinner was still thick between them, and neither knew what to say.In Devon's room, he got into the shower first to freshen up and afterwards Yvonne went straight in. She had borrowed some clothes from Elise earlier, after Nana asked her to stay the night. As she changed into the soft cotton pajamas, she tried to push away the thoughts that were eating at her. The way Devon had defended Clara tonight. The way he had looked at her when he said she was the mother of his children.When Yvonne came out of the bathroom, she found Devon putting on his pyjama jacket, clearly getting ready to leave the room."Where are you going?" she asked, trying to keep her voice casual.Devon paused at the door, his hand on the handle. He turned to look at her with cold eyes. "I'm not a child, Yvonne. I don't need to be questioned about where I go in my own h

Breakfast felt like the longest one Devon had ever had. Each clink of cutlery, each soft murmur of conversation around the grand dining table, felt amplified, stretching the minutes into an eternity. The news of Yvonne staying with them at the family house was not something he saw coming at all. It hit him like a cold splash of water, right in the face. Yvonne, here. In his space. In their space.What would that even mean for his and Clara’s new, very secret love? His gaze kept flicking to Clara, who sat across from him, picking at her toast with a quiet grace that only made him want to pull her closer, shield her from the sudden complication that was Yvonne. He could feel Yvonne’s eyes on them, a possessive, calculating stare that made his skin crawl. He just wanted this breakfast to be over, to get Clara out of here, away from the suffocating tension.Finally, the meal wrapped up, and everyone started getting busy with their own things. The house slowly emptied out, people heading t

At her penthouse, the city lights twinkled like scattered diamonds outside Yvonne’s floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside, the atmosphere was anything but sparkling. Yvonne was in her silk robe, pacing the plush carpet, a knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. She kept glancing at the clock, her impatience growing with each passing minute. When the doorbell finally chimed, a sharp, insistent sound, she practically lunged for it.She yanked the door open, her eyes narrowing as she took in the figure standing there. “You’re late,” she stated, her voice flat, devoid of any warmth.James, looking a little rumpled but still undeniably handsome, watched her, his gaze raking over her from her bare toes to her disheveled hair. A slow smile spread across his face, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. Without waiting for an invitation, he waltzed past her, pushing the door shut behind him w

It was evening, and the grand Cage mansion slowly came alive as everyone started coming back from all the different places they had gone to during the day. The hum of returning cars, the quiet closing of doors, and the soft murmurs of voices filled the air. Yvonne was the first to sweep back in, her designer handbag slung over her arm, a determined look on her face. A few minutes later, Devon’s car pulled up, and he walked in, looking tired but still as effortlessly put-together as ever.He made his way straight to his room, the one he shared with Yvonne, and found her already in bed, propped up against the pillows, flipping through a glossy magazine. The moment he stepped inside, she put the magazine down, a wide, almost eager smile spreading across her face. She stood up, her silk robe rustling softly, and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a welcoming hug.“You know,” she began, her voice a soft purr against his ear, “I