Todos los capítulos de HIS FORBIDDEN SURROGATE BRIDE : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

DAMIENBrandon Moretti wanted ten minutes with my wife.He cried in front of fifty news cameras at the press conference. He begged like a dog in the middle of my arena's main auditorium. He dragged her dead father's name through the mud because he thought it was the only card he had left to play.So I allowed the ten-minute meeting—right here in my office.I did not do it out of pity. I did it because I wanted him to see the full reality of what he had destroyed. I wanted him to sit in my building, look my wife in the eye, and realize that no matter how much he begged, his life was officially over.It was two o'clock in the afternoon. The heavy double oak doors to my private office were shut tight.Anastasia sat in the large black leather chair behind my glass desk. She wore a simple white button-down shirt and dark trousers. Her spine was straight, her shoulders were square, and her face was totally calm. She didn't look nervous. She didn't look afraid. She sat there like a woman who

DAMIENBrandon Moretti was out on bail.He didn't stay locked in a concrete cell for long. His family used the very last bit of their remaining credit to post his massive bail money. But he wasn't free. He was a broken man walking around in a broken world, living in a dark mansion that the bank was getting ready to seize.While I sat in my private office at the top of the arena, looking over the team’s new stadium expansion plans, Brandon was sitting in the dark, hiding from the news cameras, waiting for his trial to tear what was left of his life apart. He thought he was alone in his misery. He thought no one was coming to help him. But he was wrong.Sasha was out on bail, too.She drove her fast sports car through the tall iron gates of the Moretti family estate late in the evening. The big metal gates were open, hanging loose off their heavy hinges. The expensive green grass on the front lawn was dying, unwatered and yellow under the bright moonlight. The big stone fountain near th

DAMIENThe door opened, and I stepped into the front of the penthouse.I took off my dark suit jacket, holding it in one hand as I walked toward the bright living room. I had just come back from a three-hour strategy meeting at the arena. My head was full of expansion plans, press statements, and stadium deals.All I wanted was to sit on the sofa with my wife and enjoy a quiet evening."Anastasia?" I called out into the quiet hall. "Ant, I'm home."There was no answer.A sudden, sharp feeling of worry hit my stomach. I dropped my jacket onto a leather chair and walked fast down the hallway, my heavy shoes clicking against the hardwood floor.I stepped into the living room and froze.Anastasia was sitting on the edge of the plush white sofa. Her head was bowed, her shoulders shaking with small, quiet sobs. Her face was buried in her hands, her hair falling around her cheeks in messy dark waves.On the glass coffee table right in front of her lay a thick paper envelope and five yellow

Anastasia"I am sure," I whispered back, looking straight up into his dark, beautiful eyes. "I don't want to think about the past anymore, Damien. I just want to feel you. I want to feel how real this is."Damien stared down at me for a long moment, his eyes burning with a deep, fierce heat. He nodded slowly."Okay," he whispered.He moved with absolute care and patience. His hands were large and strong, but his touch was unbelievably gentle as he pushed my silk undergarments down over my hips, stripping away the last barrier between us. He shed his own clothes, tossing them aside, and returned to me instantly so I wouldn't feel the cool air for even a second.His skin was smooth, warm, and heavy against mine. I could feel his cock pressed against my thigh, thick and hard, already leaking precum against my skin. The heat of him was overwhelming, his body radiating warmth that seeped into my cold flesh.He hovered over me, supporting his broad upper body on his forearms so he wouldn't

DamienThe private helicopter settled gently onto the green grass behind the lake house. The loud spinning sound of the black blades began to slow down, fading into the quiet rustle of the summer trees.I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached across the leather seats to take Anastasia’s hand. Her fingers were warm and relaxed in mine.For the past three weeks, our lives in the city had been constant noise. Lawyers, news cameras, team board meetings, and police reports had filled every single hour. After the situation with her father and the envelope Sasha sent, Anastasia needed a break. She needed to breathe real air, away from concrete buildings, tall towers, and intrusive reporters.I had booked our private lake house estate for four full days. I told my head assistant to cancel all my meetings, turn off my secondary work phone, and hold all team contracts until Monday morning. There were no security guards standing at the doors, no news vans parked at the front gate, and no board membe