All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forbidden Surrogate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

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