Semua Bab The Billionaire's Accidental Surrogate: Bab 51 - Bab 60

It was morning, and the first rays of sunlight were just beginning to peek through the heavy curtains in Devon’s room. Yvonne stirred, stretching lazily, her hand reaching out for Devon’s side of the bed. Her eyes fluttered open, and she found only cool, empty sheets. He was gone. She frowned, a familiar annoyance bubbling up. Had he been watching a movie till dawn with his sisters? She pushed herself up, slipping out of bed and walking towards the balcony of their room.The cool morning air brushed against her skin as she stepped out. She leaned against the railing, her gaze sweeping over the sprawling, perfectly manicured gardens below. And then she saw him. Devon. He was running, his bare chest gleaming with sweat under the rising sun, his muscles rippling with every powerful stride. He looked so strong, so effortlessly masculine. A sudden, intense wave of desire washed over Yvonne. Damn... She realized, with a jolt, why she had fallen in love with him in the f

Clara laid there on the cold, hard floor, a searing pain blooming in her lower abdomen. Her vision swam, blurring the ornate ceiling above her. She opened her eyes briefly, a faint flicker of consciousness, and through the haze, she saw a figure walking towards her. A tall, strong shadow. She couldn’t quite make out who it was, but a wave of desperate hope washed over her. Her eyes opened faintly again as she felt herself being gently lifted, strong arms cradling her. The world tilted, spun, and then she passed out, succumbing to the pain and the shock.The next minute, or perhaps it was hours later, she opened her eyes to the stark, sterile white of a hospital room. The scent of antiseptic filled her nostrils, a sharp contrast to the sweet perfume of roses from moments before. Her hand instinctively flew to her tummy, a primal fear gripping her. “My babies,” she whispered, her voice hoarse, barely audible. “Please… please save my babies.”Devon was there, a blurred figure by her beds

It was morning, and the grand Cage mansion was already buzzing with activity. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air as everyone gathered at the long dining table. But despite the usual morning routine, a quiet tension hung over the room. Yvonne, looking impeccably dressed but with a subtle tightness around her eyes, looked worried. She hadn’t heard from Devon all night. Her mind was racing, replaying James’s panicked call. She hoped, desperately, that no matter what, Devon would not find James before she was able to help him leave the country. She knew Devon. He would have his eyes at every airport, every port, making sure James never left the country after what he did to Clara. The thought made her stomach clench with a cold dread.“Have you heard anything about Clara, Mother?” Rita asked Nana, her voice hushed, reflecting the general concern.Nana sighed, a weary sound. “Devon called last night. He said she

The silence in Yvonne’s penthouse was deafening, broken only by her ragged, desperate breaths. James lay on the plush carpet, unmoving, a dark, growing stain spreading beneath his head. The vase, still clutched in her trembling hand, felt impossibly heavy, slick with blood. Her heart pounded like a frantic drum against her ribs, a wild, terrified rhythm.She stared at him, her eyes wide with a horror that was both external and internal. What have I done? The thought screamed in her mind. One moment, he was a snarling, violating beast, and the next, he was… this. Lifeless. Still. A chilling, unblinking stare fixed on the ceiling.Her body was trembling uncontrollably, a violent shiver racking her from head to toe. She dropped the vase, and it clattered to the floor, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the sudden stillness. She stumbled backward, away from him, until her back hit the cold marble wall. Her legs gave out, and she slid down, collapsing onto the

Devon and Clara stood in the exclusive lounge of the private airfield, the hum of the waiting jet a soft backdrop. Their bags were already loaded, and the final boarding call was moments away. Clara, still feeling the lingering apprehension of leaving their peaceful sanctuary, leaned into Devon’s side. He had just finished a quick call with Elliot, his jaw still tight with the frustration of James’s disappearance.Just as he was about to put his phone away, it vibrated again. He glanced at the screen, and a faint frown touched his brow. From the identity revealer app he had on his phone, it showed the name of the caller and it was Eva. He sighed inwardly. He didn’t want any distractions, especially not now. Clara noticed his expression.“Everything okay?” she whispered.“Just a nuisance call,” he murmured, giving her a reassuring squeeze. He answered, putting the phone to his ear. “Eva. To what do I owe the pleasur