All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forbidden Surrogate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Two weeks after the injection I sat on the edge of a hospital bed that was too soft and stared at the positive result in the nurse’s hand.“It’s confirmed,” she said. “You’re pregnant.”I nodded once. My fingers curled into the sheet. Relief hit first, sharp and quick. Then the other feeling followed, heavier, and settled in my chest.“When do I get the first payment?” I asked.“Today. The transfer is already processing. You’ll see it by this afternoon.”“And the housing?”“A private suite is ready. We’ll move you this afternoon. Everything is covered.”I looked at the floor. “Can I call my brother?”“Of course. Just keep the details limited. That’s part of the agreement.”They gave me a phone. I stepped into the small bathroom and dialed David.“Hey,” I said when he answered.“You okay? You didn’t come home.”“I found temporary work. It includes housing. I’ll be gone for a while.”“What kind of work?”“The kind that pays well and needs me on site. Don’t worry. The rent is handled. Th

The car stopped under a private entrance I had never seen before.Patricia opened the door. “This is the residence. Medical staff are already upstairs.”I stepped out. The lobby was quiet and cold. Two security men rode the elevator with us. When the doors opened on the top floor the space was all glass and open rooms and furniture that looked like it had never been touched.Kane stood near the windows. He turned when we entered.“The suite is ready,” he said. “Your medical team has the east wing. Meals will be prepared. Clothing has been provided.”I set my bag on the floor. “I don’t want the clothes.”“They are available if you change your mind.”“I won’t. I want a lawyer. My own. Not the one from before.”Kane nodded once. “I will arrange it. He will be here this afternoon.”“I want him now.”“This afternoon is the earliest.”Patricia left without a word. The security men took positions near the elevator. I walked through the main room and refused every open door that led to bedroo

I stood on the chair and covered the tiny red light with a strip of black tape I had pulled from the desk drawer.The blinking stopped. I stepped down and checked every corner of the guest suite again. Windows first. Then the vents. The smoke detector that was not a smoke detector. The desk lamp. The underside of the bed frame. No other lights. No other lenses I could see. I sat at the desk, opened a notebook, and started writing.Every restriction. No unmonitored calls. No leaving the floor without clearance. Medical checks twice a day. Meals logged. David’s contact limited and listened to. The camera I had just covered. I wrote the list twice to make sure nothing was missing. My hand cramped. I kept going anyway. Page after page of rules that were never mine to choose. I added the times the nurses came. The exact wording Kane had used when he told me the observation on David would continue. The way the security men never answered when I asked how long the watch would last.A knock c

The car ride back was silent. Kane kept the folder on his lap. I stared out the window and counted the turns that led to the private entrance. When we reached the penthouse the security men stepped aside without a word. I went straight to the guest suite and locked the door. The notebook still sat on the desk where I had left it. The black tape still covered the camera corner.I did not sleep.Morning light was just starting to push through the windows when the main door opened hard enough to echo. Footsteps crossed the living area. A woman’s voice, sharp and controlled, carried through the walls.“Where is she?”I unlocked my door and stepped out. Barbara Kane stood in the center of the room. Tall. Perfect hair. Coat still on like she did not plan to stay long. Kane was already there, jacket unbuttoned, expression locked down.Barbara’s eyes moved over me from head to toe once, slow and measuring.“So this is the vessel,” she said.I stayed where I was. “My name is Jennifer.”“I know

The alarm kept screaming through every room of the house.Kane moved to the security panel and hit a command. Heavy locks slammed into place along the inner doors. Red lights kept flashing along the baseboards. David stood in the hallway in a T-shirt and jeans, face pale, fists clenched.“Stay in your room,” Kane ordered.“Like hell,” David said. “That’s my sister.”“David, please,” I said. My voice came out tighter than I wanted. “Just for now. Please.”He looked at me hard, then at Kane, and finally stepped back. The door closed but I knew he was right on the other side listening.The radio on Kane’s belt crackled. A man’s voice, breathless. “Subject is down. South fence. She is secured. No shots fired. She had a crowbar and a folder. She was still trying to climb when we reached her.”Kane’s voice stayed flat. “Bring the folder to the house. Keep her outside under guard. No one talks to her until I say.”“Copy.”Two security men came through the side entrance minutes later. Rain wa