All Chapters of REBORN AS THE BILLIONAIRE’s Surrogate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Amelia’s pov The monitor beside my bed stopped beeping an hour ago. I stared at the ceiling tiles, counting the water stains because counting was easier than feeling the emptiness spreading through my stomach. My hospital gown stuck to my back with sweat. Somewhere down the hall, a baby was crying, healthy lungs, strong cries, and I pressed my hand against my own flat stomach and felt nothing where something used to be. The door opened, not my husband. A nurse, clipboard in hand, avoiding my eyes. “Mrs. Vale, I need to check your vitals.”“Where’s my husband?” Where was Gregory, the man I’d married four years ago, the man whose name I now carried like a weight instead of a gift. Her fingers fumbled with the blood pressure cuff. “I… I’m not sure, ma’am.” I already knew I’d known since the ambulance ride, since I’d texted him from the gurney and watched the message sit there, delivered, unread. Board meeting. It was always the board meeting, being Gregory Vale’s wife meant compe

Amelia’s pov I didn’t sleep that night. The man from the terrace stayed in my head, the way he’d looked at me like he already knew something about my life I didn’t, I told myself it was nothing. A business associate, someone Evelyn had met through the company, it didn’t explain the way my stomach had dropped, but I was tired of chasing feelings that led nowhere. Two days later, I went looking for my reading glasses in Evelyn’s study. She kept a spare pair for me in her desk drawer, ever since the migraines started making it hard to read fine print the house was quiet, most of the staff gone for the evening, Gregory still at the office the way he always was. I heard voices before I reached the door. Helena’s voice first, low, controlled, the kind of tone she used when she didn’t want to be overheard. I stopped walking, the study door was open just a crack, light spilling out into the hallway in a thin gold line. “…she’s still not showing any symptoms. Are you certain the dosage w

Celeste’s pov The car dropped me at the side entrance of the Vale Estate, the one reserved for staff and guests who weren’t quite family. Same iron gates, same stone lions,same long stretch of lawn leading up to a house I used to call mine, back when that word still meant something. A young staff member carried my bag up the steps ahead of me. “You’ll be staying in the east wing,” she said. “Mrs. Vale prefers the surrogate kept separate from the main house.” “Of course she does.” Inside, the marble floors echoed the same way they always had, I passed the staircase where I used to wait some mornings for Gregory to come down, back when he still kissed me like he meant it. “Dinner’s at seven,” the woman said, setting my bag down in a room smaller than anything I’d lived in as Amelia Vale. “Mrs. Vale requires all household guests to attend the first night. Family policy.” “I’m not a guest.” “You’re carrying the family’s future heir”, she said it flatly, like she’d repeated it to a

Celeste’s pov I read the note three more times before the words stopped rearranging themselves in my head.He knows more than you think.I turned it over, checking the back for anything else, a name, a mark, anything. Nothing, just blank paper and six words designed to gut me at midnight.A knock made me jump, I shoved the note into my sleeve before opening the door.Gregory stood there, tie gone, top button undone, looking like a man who’d fought a war in the last twenty minutes and lost.“I thought you went to handle the shipment thing,” I said.“I did. It’s handled.” He didn’t move to come in, just stood there, studying me the way he had in the study. “You look pale.”“I’m tired.”“You’re lying again.” He said it without accusation, almost gently. You’re getting better at it, but you’re still lying. I stepped back, letting him in without deciding to, and he crossed the small room slowly, glancing at the note-sized folded edge still peeking from my sleeve before I could hide it f

The Uncle’s Threat Celeste’s pov I stared at the text until the words blurred together.Meeting starts in one hour. Come to the east conference room, alone, Or I go to Gregory with everything I know about who you really are.Whoever this was, they knew something. I had an hour to decide whether walking into that room was suicide or the only move left on the board.I went.The east conference room sat empty when I arrived, floor to ceiling windows looking out over the cliffs. I stood near the glass, arms crossed, waiting.The door opened behind me.“You came.” A man’s voice, calm, amused. “I wasn’t sure you would.”I turned. Older than Gregory, sharper around the eyes, the same bone structure the whole family seemed to share, none of the warmth Gregory occasionally let slip.“You must be the uncle.”“Marcus Vale.” He didn’t wait for me to shake his hand, just walked past me to the head of the table and sat like he owned the room. “And you’re the surrogate keeping my nephew up past mi