Semua Bab The Hot Billionaire's Surrogate Bride : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Valerie’s POVThe replica of my late sister is before me. From the looks to the polished accent and perfect mannerism. Only that this one has a child.I forget how to breathe. My eyes bulge out and my chest tightens from lack of air. My breathing slowly gets labored. ‘My sister is alive?!’‘Is resurrection even a thing?!’ I saw them lay her coffin six feet beneath! “Valie?” She snaps me out of my frozen state. “Is this what you say after years of your darling sister being missing?” Her nose scrunches up in slight provocation.“You’re dead.” I stutter with my lips quivering. “You-you died.” I can hear my heart pounding hard in my chest. “No sugar-pee.” She calls me by my nickname. “It's a long story.” She waves it off with a small shrug as she normally would. “Enough of that, let's talk about you, birthday girl. You're big and preggy too!” She flashes her charming smile.Everything to let you know that she is the right one before me. “When I saw the news of my little pie being p

Baron’s POVThe door creaks open and I jerk out of dreamland to see Jax by the door. I’m still in the tiny space of the hospital bed and Valerie is yet to show any sign of consciousness. “I didn't mean to startle you, boss.” He bows. “I knocked a few times.” I ignore him and inhale deeply. My head is pounding with a profuse ache. It feels like it’d fall off my neck. “Wait for me outside.” He nods and walks out, shutting the door behind him. “Love, how are you?” I murmur to Valerie even though she’s deep asleep. “I want you to know I'm always here. Okay?” I brush her hair backward and stroke down, tracing the outline of her full lips with the pad of my thumb. The gentle curve of her chin. I cup her small face.“Hold on for us, okay?” I trail down her body and to her baby bump. “For our baby.” Then I reach down and kiss her belly button. “And for you, love.” I find her lips and kiss her. Gentle.Loving. I hesitate a little before walking out of the ward just in time as Dr. Pamela

Valerie’s POVMy lips are awfully heavy, and my eyelashes feel glued. I blink nonstop, forcing myself to break the bond. The bed doesn’t feel familiar and the air freshener is nothing like I’m used to. One more blink and my eyes shoot open. The influx of bright light causes me to squint. I sigh and slowly open my eyes to take everything in. I’m in a quite spacious room. White walls… the continuous beeping of the vital signs machine. The drip set.It’s now clear, I’m in the hospital. “Babe?” My voice is too thin. No one comes. Putting my strength together, I call out to Baron again. “Babe?”Still, no response.I adjust on the bed and manage to turn over. I see Penny sitting on the couch, her eyes closed and she is asleep, holding the side of my bed like she’ll protect me from falling. Baron isn’t here? I pull to the center and try to sit up. The shake from my struggling causes Penny to jolt awake. Her eyes widen in shock when she sees me. Without thinking twice, she jumps up and

Valerie’s POVEmpty bottles of wines of all sorts are scattered about on the large dining table. The table is a mess, littered with remnants of a great dinner.Veronica left about thirty minutes ago. After her confession, we popped champagne and any drinks we wanted. We celebrated her being alive instead of being sad that she deceived us. And mostly, we cheered for our little Smith. Veronica wasn’t one to commit. She dated three others alongside Dr. Glynn, the Anonymous guy included. She had no idea who Prescott’s father was so she named him a Smith. “We should go to bed,” Baron stretches out his hand to me. “I have a long day tomorrow. But you my wife, you will rest, starting from now.”I scoff and smack his hand off. “I’m not that lazy, Mr. Man.” I hold the edges of the table and push myself upward. Upright, I shrug in a ‘You see!’ way. “Still,” he claims my waist before I can protest, and helps me through every step. “Got plans for tomorrow? Any hospital visit?” I shake my he

Miss Veronica’s POV“Stay away from my son!” I yell in terror, frightened to my bones. My spontaneous reflex makes me grab my son and clutch him to my bosom. His cold marshmallow melting on my body isn't so freezing or nasty anymore. All that matters is the safety of my child. ‘He knows about my little boy?! Of course, the world knows about him, but not his name… and age! I've been discreet with his identity. How then did he know?!’“Mummy, my arm.” He tries to pull away from me. “Argh! Mum, you're hurting me!” His tiny voice grows louder and disrupts my scary thoughts and he’s still trying to break free from my grip.“Handwriting doesn't hurt, mum.” He groans and eventually pulls away when my grip loosens. To further prove his point, he reaches to swipe at it, shows me his little fingers, and grins. But the letters are on the other end, so nothing wipes off. Still, he feels victorious for proving a point. “See?” He giggles. “I'm not bleeding. Don't be scared, okay?” I nod. “I'