All Chapters of The Cruel Millionaire's Surrogate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

**Kierra**I heard movement in the room. The sound of soft whispers and pages of a magazine flicking, but I didn’t want to open my eyes yet because if I did, I’d be forced back into reality—a reality where Rory didn’t exist. He was there while they operated on me—teasing smirk, blue eyes, and a desire for adventure. He was on his bike, and every time I tried to hop on the back, he shook his head and shoved me away. I fell on my ass the last time he pushed me. I gave him the finger, and he laughed before revving his bike—the same one I destroyed. The apologies had tumbled out of my mouth so quickly that the words were jumbled.“What are you sorry for?”“For moving on so quickly and wrecking your bike.”He shook his head and grinned.“Kierra, it’s just a fucking bike. You and Kiyah always meant more to me than metal and pistons. And as for the Boy Scout…I kinda like him; he’s an upgrade. You gotta live your life, Kierra. You have a family that loves and needs you. I don’t want to see yo

**Jonathan**“Are you okay?”“I’m fine,” Kierra attempted to reassure. Her face said otherwise. I checked my watch, and as I thought, it was time for her pain meds.“You look like you could use another pillow.”“I’m fine.”“I’ll be right back.”“Jon, seriously…I’m okay.”“I know you are,” I agreed, leaving for my bedroom. I snatched a few of the pillows and returned, finding Kierra with her eyes screwed shut and her hand pressed against her side.I love this woman, but she’s an annoying patient.“Kierra…you can’t suffer in silence like this. If you need something, then you need to open your mouth and say it.”“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “Thanksgiving is tomorrow, and you already have so much on your plate.”I stroked her cheek lovingly before kissing her temple. “The only thing I have on my plate is you.”She chuckled softly. “If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought I was about to get some.”“You can barely move,” I retorted, easing her up to slide the pillows behind her.“In

**Kierra**Soft snoring and a familiar but uncomfortable heaviness on my chest woke me before my alarm. I smiled down at my child, who climbed into bed with me after dinner and wanted to read a bedtime story with me. It took nearly thirty minutes to read a simple children’s picture book because she’d stop me every few seconds to ask if I was okay. I must’ve said, “Mommy’s okay, Kiyah,” more than the words in the book.I didn’t know the reason for Kiyah’s sudden shift in attitude, but if I had to guess from Jonathan’s satisfied smile as he leaned against the door frame, he had something to do with it. Whatever the case, I was grateful.I screwed my eyes shut and tried to pray away the pain as I removed Kiyah. I was sweating by the time I trudged to the bathroom to relieve myself. I stared at the shower longingly, wanting nothing more than to relax under the steamy battering spray of the shower head, but that wouldn’t be possible without getting my splint and bandages wet.Simone and Fe

**Jonathan**“Let’s take a family picture before we dig in,” Mom said excitedly as we gathered around the dining room table.“Felicity…the pictures can wait; however, my stomach cannot,” Dad insisted.“I beg to differ, Marcus,” she drawled as she herded the children into the spot she determined had the best lighting. “Come on. Come on, everyone. The faster we take the pictures; the sooner Granddad can eat.”“He’s not going to eat the whole turkey, is he?” Casey asked.She grabbed Casey by the shoulders and looked into his eyes. “It’s 50/50. Now, make sure you show me those pearly whites, okay?” she said, tipping his chin.Casey nodded enthusiastically and stood proudly beside Grant, whose scowl nearly touched the ground. He wasn’t a fan, but that didn’t stop my mother from taking several photos.“Okay, now everyone else,” she expressed, wildly motioning with her hands. “Move over here behind Kierra so we can get her in the photo.”“Actually…I’d prefer to sit this one out if you don’t

**Jonathan**“Yes! That’s what I’m talking about!” Anthony shouted when his favorite football team scored a touchdown.“They’re still losing,” I chuckled, helping Daisy decorate her Christmas stocking while my mother and Simone decorated the tree.“You’re a hater, Jon. They have time to catch up.”“I might be a hater, but you’re delusional. They’re down by twenty-one and a two-point conversion with seven minutes to go in the last quarter and two time-outs. Sit down before you hurt yourself.”“I don’t need to sit,” he grumbled as he fell to the couch. A few seconds later, he was massaging his leg and wincing.“Uh oh,” Casey mumbled from beside me. I held back my sigh at the sight of the red glitter he spilled all over the coffee table.“It’s okay, Case. I think we have some more red glitter,” I reassured, rummaging around in the art box.“I’m running out of glue,” Kiyah whined as she squeezed the tube with her tongue sticking out.“There’s plenty of glue left. You just have to squeeze