All Chapters of HIS FORBIDDEN SURROGATE BRIDE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Anastasia's POVI suddenly felt like I could finally breathe, after all the huddles I had been through recently. The handshake felt like the end of a long conversation. A strange one, but an ending nonetheless. I had accepted Damien's offer. He had accepted my condition. There was nothing else to discuss.Or so I thought.I started to pull my hand away, but Damien didn't move. Instead, he walked back behind his desk as calmly as ever. Without saying a word, he opened one of the drawers and pulled out a folder.It looked new.He placed it neatly on the desk before sliding it toward me. The folder stopped right in front of me.A deep frown formed on my face. "What is this?" I asked, my brow still furrowed. Damien leaned back in his chair. He didn't answer. He simply lifted a hand and gestured toward the folder for me to open it. That was all. I stared at him for a second."You know, answering questions with actual words is allowed right?” His face remained as unreadable as ever. And

Anastasia's POVEverything happened so fast.One moment, I was sitting in Damien's office signing a contract. The next, I was sitting in the backseat of his car on the way to the civil registry.I barely had time to think.Neither of us spoke during the drive. The silence wasn't uncomfortable anymore. It was simply... there. I looked out the window as buildings slipped past us, wondering how my life had changed so much in just a few days. A week ago, I had been planning how to surprise Brandon with the news of my pregnancy.Now I was on my way to marry his half brother. If someone had told me this would happen, I would have called them crazy. The car finally stopped. Peter got out first and opened the door for us."We're here, Mr. Moretti."Damien stepped out before turning to me."You ready?"Was I? I wasn't so sure. But I had already made my decision. So I just nodded."Let's go."The registry office wasn't grand at all. It was a simple government building with white walls and plain

Anastasia's POVMorning came with consequences. The first rays of sunlight slipped through the open curtains, painting my room in soft shades of gold and yellow.I slowly opened my eyes.For a few seconds, I simply lay there, staring at the ceiling. Everything was quiet. The events of yesterday slowly returned to me. I was Mrs. Moretti now. The thought still felt strange. I let out a slow breath before pushing the blanket aside and sitting up.This was only my second night in this room, and yet, it already felt familiar. Almost as if I had lived here for years. It was an odd feeling.I smiled faintly without realizing it.After getting out of bed, I walked toward the large window. The curtains swayed gently with the morning breeze. I rested my hands on the windowsill and looked outside. The view stole my attention immediately. The garden stretched across the back of the mansion, filled with neatly trimmed hedges, colorful flowers, and tall trees that danced gently in the wind. The tul

Anastasia's POVThe smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the house before I even reached the kitchen. I smiled to myself.It had become my favorite part of the morning. The few moments before the rest of the day began. When I stepped into the kitchen, I stopped.Damien was already there.I had expected to see him in one of his perfectly tailored suits, briefcase in hand, ready for another long day at the office.Instead, he was dressed casually.Dark jeans, a fitted black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, simple watch rested on his wrist. His hair wasn't styled as neatly as usual, making him look younger than he normally did.For a second, I simply stared.He looked dangerously attractive. I quickly looked away before he caught me staring."You seem surprised."His voice pulled me back."I am,” I replied as I walked toward the coffee machine where he stood. “I thought you'd already be dressed for work”"I have a few errands to run today,” he replied. "Oh."I re

Anastasia's POVThe teasing began so subtly that, at first, I convinced myself I was imagining it. Maybe I had misread the look in Damien's eyes.Maybe his fingers had only brushed against mine because we had reached for the same file. Maybe the memory of that kiss had simply lodged itself too deeply inside my mind.But after the third, and fourth, and fifth time, I knew exactly what he was doing.He never mentioned the kiss. Instead, he found a hundred silent ways to remind me of it.Like now.We were walking through the hallway after breakfast when he stepped aside to let one of the maids pass. His hand settled lightly against the small of my back, guiding me around her.It should have lasted a second. But it lasted way longer than that. His thumb made the smallest movement against my waist before he finally let go.Heat spread across my skin.I kept walking as though nothing had happened. He did too. Infuriating man. Later that afternoon we reviewed documents from one of the smalle