บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Accidental Surrogate: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The morning after the big party was not a good one at the Cage mansion. It was quiet. Too quiet. The air felt heavy, like a thick blanket of unspoken words and bad feelings. The drama from the night before, Devon telling everyone he loved Clara, Nana saying he was cut off, it was all too much. There was no happy face anywhere. No one smiled. The usual morning sounds of the house, the maids bustling, the soft clinking of dishes, were hushed. Everyone moved like ghosts.Nana was in her big, fancy room. She sat in her armchair, staring out the window, but not really seeing anything. Her mind was a whirlwind of anger and hurt. Her son, Richard, came in. He looked tired. He sat down in a chair across from her, his shoulders slumped. He knew they had to talk about Devon.He let out a long breath. “Mother,” he started, his voice soft. “I think we should just let him be.”Nana’s head snapped up. Her eyes, usually so calm, were wide with shock. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “I can

At the office, Devon was deep in a big meeting, trying to close an important deal. But even with all the numbers and serious talk, his mind kept going back to Clara. He felt a strange knot in his stomach, a worry he couldn't shake. He had never felt so much fear for her before. He tried to tell himself it was just because he missed her, that he was being silly.During a short break in the meeting, he quickly pulled out his phone. He tried to call Clara. He called her once, then twice. But her phone was off. It went straight to voicemail. That made the knot in his stomach tighter. He was just about to call the home phone at the mansion, to ask where she was and if she was okay, when his assistant called him back into the meeting. He had to put his worry aside and go back in.The meeting kept going. They were talking about a huge piece of land they needed to buy for a new project. One of the important people on the board said, “We have to get that land. But Mr. Tho

The explosion ripped through the air, a deafening roar that shook the very ground. A massive fireball erupted from the B wing of the hospital, sending broken glass and debris flying into the night sky. The sound was so loud, so sudden, that it made everyone nearby jump and scream. Inside the hospital, chaos broke out immediately. Doctors, nurses, and even the cleaning staff ran out, shouting, trying to get patients out of the building as fast as possible. There was a rapid evacuation happening, a rush of scared people trying to escape the spreading fire. The fire from wing B was moving fast, growing bigger, eating up more of the hospital.Just about that time, Devon’s car screeched to a halt outside the hospital entrance. He had been rushing there, a bad feeling in his gut, and now he saw the nightmare in front of him. Smoke billowed into the sky, flames licked at the windows of the B wing, and people were running everywhere, screaming.“Clara!” Devon

Ian Thompson, a man known for his cold and powerful nature, was not used to holding a person. He was used to holding contracts, shaking hands on big deals, and owning lands that spanned countries. But now, in the back of his sleek Rolls Royce, he held a woman. A woman he didn't know, her body soft and heavy in his arms. He looked at her, her face a mess of blood, soot, and bruises. Her clothes were torn and burnt. And a small, beautiful baby was clutched tightly to her chest. The baby was crying, a soft, scared sound, but she seemed okay.His driver, a man named Marcus, drove as fast as he could, the car’s quiet engine humming along the road. Ian looked down at the woman’s face, a flicker of something he wasn’t used to feeling. It wasn’t pity, not really. It was… a strange mix of shock and a deep, unsettling feeling that something was very wrong. This woman looked like she had been through a war. And why was she, a mother with a newborn, out here on the side of the road, in the middle

Ian Thompson sat in his study, a room with walls of dark wood and a huge window that looked out over the quiet forest. The private clinic where Clara was recovering was a part of his estate, a secret place only a few people knew about. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand, but he wasn’t drinking it. He was just staring into the fire in the fireplace, his mind replaying everything Clara had told him. A woman, a car crash, a pregnancy, a jealous ex-girlfriend, a kidnapping, a fire, and a lie. It was a story so crazy it sounded like a bad movie plot. But Ian believed her. He had seen the terror in her eyes, the desperation. He had seen the truth.He had given all the information to his most trusted man, Ceaser, a man who could find anything and anyone. Ceaser was out there now, following the trail, digging up the secrets while he waited for a feedback from Ceaser. While he sat there, he felt a soft presence behind him, a presence he knew better than his own shadow. He smi