บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRE'S SURROGATE NIECE : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

Valerie woke before sunrise, her palms resting on the soft swell of her stomach. The child inside her shifted gently, almost as if sensing the weight gathering on her chest. She whispered a quiet good morning to the baby, though her voice came out frail. Sleep had not been kind. Her thoughts had worked through the night, stitching fear into every hour.She knew Isabella had been acting strange for days, colder than usual, quieter in a way that felt rehearsed. Valerie felt the change but had no proof to cling to. She only had a feeling that something had shifted. The house carried a heavy hush that morning, and even the hallways felt tense beneath the early light.She pushed the blankets aside and forced herself into a white sundress that barely fit her growing body. The mirror reflected a girl who tried to smile but could not hide the exhaustion in her eyes. She wanted this baby delivered. She wanted her one million dollars. She wanted freedom.When she stepped out of the room, she sa

Valerie did not move after Isabella left the room. She sat still on the edge of her bed, the warning echoing inside her chest like a slow drumbeat. Remember your place. Those words struck deeper than anger. They carried the sharpness of rejection and the coldness of betrayal. She had only agreed to carry the child because Isabella asked. She never forced herself into this mansion. She did not deserve suspicion.Her throat tightened, but she blinked the tears back. Crying would solve nothing. She rubbed her stomach gently and whispered to the little life inside her. “I will protect you. I promise. No matter what happens.”The baby kicked softly as if understanding.A few minutes later, a maid knocked softly and informed her that lunch was ready. Valerie stood slowly, her feet swelling more than usual. When she made her way downstairs, the house felt different. Quieter. Heavier. She sensed tension in the walls, as though the mansion itself was listening.She took a seat at the dining ta

Valerie woke that morning with a sense of unease she could not shake. The sun had barely risen, but the mansion already hummed with subtle tension. She rubbed her stomach lightly, feeling the baby move, and whispered a quiet promise. “I will protect you. No matter what.”The promise felt fragile. The world she had thought she could control was beginning to crack at the edges.Her phone buzzed softly on the nightstand. A message from Ariana:Selena and I will stop by soon. Do not be late for breakfast.Valerie exhaled and slipped into a loose sundress, straightening her hair and trying to ignore the pounding of her pulse. When she opened the door, Selena and Ariana were already waiting in the living room. Selena’s bright smile was laced with subtle calculation. Ariana’s expression was unreadable, her eyes always observing, always analyzing.“Good morning,” Valerie greeted, trying to keep her voice calm.Selena smirked. “Morning, beautiful. How is our favorite pregnant girl today?”Vale

The morning sun slanted through the large windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the polished floors. Isabella sat at her dressing table, carefully applying makeup, though her mind was elsewhere. The elegance of her actions hid the sharp edge of suspicion she felt gnawing at her heart.Selena appeared at the doorway with a soft knock, her smile radiant but perfectly measured. “Isabella, darling, may I come in?”Isabella raised an eyebrow, masking her unease. “Of course, Selena. What brings you here so early?”Selena stepped inside gracefully, closing the door behind her. She moved closer, lowering her voice. “I wanted to talk to you. About… Valerie.”Isabella stiffened, immediately wary. “What about her?”Selena perched delicately on the edge of the chaise lounge, folding her hands in her lap. “She is charming, yes. Innocent looking. But appearances can be deceiving. You must be careful, Isabella. Alejandro is not immune to her… presence.”Isabella’s hand tightened around

THE EVIL POWDER/THE AFFAIR Ariana’s phone vibrated softly against the marble countertop. She was alone in her apartment, the city below glowing with evening traffic, her thoughts tangled in Alejandro Rodriguez’s name. She picked up the phone immediately. She knew who it was before she even looked. “Elvira,” she said. Her mother’s voice came through calm, steady, without warmth or apology. “It is ready.” Ariana’s breath caught. “The powder?” “Yes. Prepared carefully. As you requested.” “When I see him,” Ariana asked quietly, “it will work?” Her mother paused. “If you do exactly as I told you. One pinch for each eye. No more. Desire bends easily. Control does not.” Ariana smiled, slow and confident. “I don’t need control yet. I only need him once.” Elvira exhaled. “You always rush.” “I know men like Alejandro,” Ariana said. “Once I am under his skin, the rest will come. He will question himself before he questions me.” “You want his body,” Elvira said plainly. “I want