All Chapters of REPLACED WITH THE SURROGATE, CHOSEN BY THE BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Vivian The house felt quieter than usual after the accident. I sat on the sofa with a light blanket over my legs, the bruise on my shoulder still aching. Alexander stayed close the entire afternoon. He canceled every meeting and refused to leave my side for long. Yet I could see the tension in his jaw and the way his eyes kept drifting to his phone.Around late afternoon he wheeled himself toward the study. “I need to make a private call,” he told me gently. “I won’t be long.”I nodded. “Take your time.”He closed the study door behind him, but the house was quiet enough that I could still hear the low sound of his voice. I didn’t try to listen on purpose, yet pieces of the conversation drifted through when he spoke a little louder.“Detective Harris,” Alexander said. “I need an update on the vehicle that nearly hit Vivian this morning.”There was a pause. I imagined the detective speaking on the other end.Alexander’s voice stayed calm but firm. “I understand these things take time.

The detective’s words stayed in my head long after we left the station.The person who hired him is powerful… still a direct threat to Miss Hart’s life.I sat in the back of the car beside Alexander, staring out the window without really seeing the streets. My hands would not stop shaking. Fear sat heavy in my chest, thicker than anything I had felt before. It was not the sharp panic of the speeding car. This fear was quieter and deeper. It told me that someone with money, power, and no conscience was still watching me. Someone who could make a driver kill himself in a police cell. Someone who might already be planning the next move.Alexander kept his hand over mine the whole way home. He did not speak much. He only held on, as if his grip alone could keep the danger away.That evening the house felt too large and too quiet. Every sound made me jump. When the phone rang after dinner, both of us turned toward it at once.Alexander answered. His face changed as he listened. “Another wi

Vivian The night after the witness was killed passed in a blur of security lights and quiet footsteps. I stayed in Alexander’s room. He refused to let me sleep alone. His arm remained around me even when he dozed, as if his body could stand between me and the danger outside the walls.Morning came gray and heavy. I sat at the dining table with a cup of coffee that had gone cold in my hands. Alexander was already on the phone with Detective Harris. His voice stayed low and controlled, but I watched the way his free hand tightened on the arm of his wheelchair.When the call ended he looked at me. “They have a new lead. The partial plate from the second vehicle is connected to a rental company. The man who rented it used a false name, but the payment was traced to an account that has ties to David Blackstone’s old business records.”The name hit me like cold water. David. My ex-husband. The man who had pushed me out of the path of the first car. The man whose face I still saw when I clo

I woke up to the soft sound of Alexander breathing beside me. For a few seconds the room felt safe. His arm was still around my waist. The heavy curtains blocked most of the morning light. I slipped carefully out of bed, not wanting to wake him, and walked toward the bathroom.I pushed the door open and turned on the light.My heart stopped.Written across the bathroom mirror in bright red lipstick were five words:I am closer than you think.The letters were large and neat, as if someone had taken their time. I stepped back so fast I bumped into the doorframe. A small scream left my throat before I could stop it.Alexander was at the doorway in seconds, still in his sleep shirt, eyes sharp with alarm. “Vivian?”I pointed at the mirror, unable to speak. He looked past me. His face went pale, then hard.“Thomas!” he shouted. “Security—now!”Within minutes the upper floor was filled with men. Cameras were checked. Rooms were searched. Every window and door was examined. I sat on the edg

The doorknob turned once, slowly, then stopped.Complete darkness wrapped around us. I could hear my own heartbeat and Alexander’s controlled breathing. No emergency lights came on. The radio in his hand only gave static.We stayed completely still.Minutes stretched. Every small sound felt too loud—the soft creak of the floor under Alexander’s wheelchair as he shifted slightly, the faint rush of blood in my ears, the distant wind against the outer walls. I pressed myself against the wall behind him. He had moved the wheelchair in front of me like a shield.“Stay behind me,” he whispered.I nodded even though he could not see it. My hand found the back of his chair and held on.More time passed. I counted my breaths to keep from panicking. Twenty. Forty. Sixty. The footsteps that had stopped outside our door finally moved again. They were soft, careful, and headed away down the hallway. The sound grew fainter until it disappeared completely.Still we did not move.Alexander tried the