All Chapters of The Billionaire's Accidental Surrogate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The next few days were a blur of perfect moments. They slept in, waking up late to the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries. Devon insisted on bringing her breakfast in bed every morning, just as he had at his home. They spent their days wandering through the cobbled streets, hand in hand, like any other couple in love. They visited iconic landmarks – the Eiffel Tower, shimmering against the blue sky, the Louvre, with its endless treasures, the charming cafes where they sipped coffee and watched the world go by.Devon was attentive, charming, and utterly devoted. He made sure she was never tired, always stopping for breaks, finding comfortable spots for her to rest. He bought her little gifts, silly souvenirs, and beautiful pieces of jewelry. He spoke to her in soft whispers, his eyes constantly on her, filled with adoration. Clara had never felt so cherished, so completely seen and loved. She blossomed under his care, her worries fading into the background.

Later that evening, as the Parisian sky deepened into a canvas of midnight blue, Devon found a quiet moment to call Nana. He knew she would be worried, perhaps even angry, after the way he left for his trip suddenly and then he didn’t inform her of exactly where Clara was. Clara was carrying the heirs of the Cage empire and Nana cared about that so much, the safety of both Clara and the twins mattered to her. He needed to smooth things over, at least enough to ensure a calm return for Clara because the news he had for the family was going to be a shocker to them, especially Nana, but he knew he had to do this, it was important he did but for now, he wanted to talk to his Nana and appeal to the love he knows she has for him. He walked out onto the villa’s balcony, the cool night air a sharp contrast to the warmth of the bedroom where Clara was already sleeping soundly, exhausted from their day of farewells.He dialed Nana’s number, hearing it ring a few times

Yvonne stood in the garden of the Cage mansion, the scent of blooming roses doing little to calm the tempest raging inside her. Her hands were still trembling, though she tried to clench them into fists to stop the shaking. Devon’s call with Elliot, the mention of James’s watch, the fishing port – it had all hit her like a physical blow. She had paid a fortune, risked everything, for a clean disappearance, and now this. A single, stupid watch.She pulled out her phone, her fingers flying across the screen, dialing the fixer’s number. Her rage was a cold, burning fire in her veins. He picked up on the second ring, his voice a low, almost bored drawl.“Hey, you miss,” he responded, his tone irritatingly casual.“How dare you, you fool!” Yvonne shrieked, cutting him off before he could say another word. Her voice was raw, unhinged, a stark contrast to her usual composed demeanor. “Shut your mouth! You… af

After Yvonne’s outburst upstairs, Devon got downstairs, his steps quiet, and as he approached Clara’s room, he heard soft giggling coming from inside. A small smile touched his lips. He knocked gently, and when he opened the door, he saw the girls. Elise and Arielle were there, their faces bright with excitement, helping Clara with her final touches.Clara turned at the sound of the door opening, and Devon’s breath hitched. Oh my. She looked so divine. So beautiful. The stylist had worked wonders, enhancing her natural beauty. She was wearing a flowing, elegant gown, chosen by Devon himself, that shimmered softly in the light, complementing her pregnancy perfectly. Her hair was styled in soft waves, framing her face, and her eyes sparkled with a quiet joy. She looked like a pretty angel, ethereal and radiant.He smiled, a genuine, adoring smile that reached his eyes. Arielle and Elise, seeing his expression, immediately started teasing him. “Loo

Clara stood in the restroom, the heavy marble and gold fixtures a stark contrast to the storm raging inside her. She leaned against the cool porcelain sink, staring at her reflection in the massive mirror. Her elegant gown, her perfectly styled hair, the expensive makeup, it all felt like a costume. A beautiful, convincing costume, but a costume nonetheless.She took a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Nana’s words echoed in her mind, a cold, hard truth that had shaken her to her core. “She is the only one for him… I won’t accept anyone as his wife other than Yvonne.” The words were a direct challenge, a dismissal of her entire existence in Devon’s life.“What am I doing?” she whispered to her reflection, her voice trembling. “What was I thinking?” A wave of crushing doubt washed over her. The reality of their different worlds, their different stations in life, suddenly felt like an insurmountable canyon. Devon was a Cage, from a world of privilege, of grand mansion