All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S SURROGATE: HIS HOUND CHOOSES ME : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ELENA'S POV Twenty minutes. That was all the time I had left before the Vance family's convoy arrived to take me away, and Ken was still not here. Inside my head, his parting whisper played over and over on an agonizing loop. “Wait for me inside your mother's old cupboard in the courtyard. I'll knock before the first cock crows in the morning, and we'll be gone before anyone notices.” I trusted him. I had to.So, even though it was nearly six in the morning and the second cock had already crowed, I stayed put. He will come. He has to. I sat hunched on the damp, splintered floor of my late mother's old wardrobe, clutching the only things I owned in this world: three faded outfits, the glass necklace she had left me before she died, and every single coin I'd managed to save from working under the blistering sun on local farms. I had packed everything into a small canvas bag, tucking it tightly between my feet as my back pressed against the musty wood. The ivory dress I'd been f

“Strong bone density. Checked.” “Firm muscle tone, untouched and highly fertile. Checked.” She approved every single metric on the list, officially logging my name into the system as a successful prime candidate. Reaching over, she pressed a glossy red button mounted on the wall. Less than a minute later, a pair of maids entered the room to usher me out. They led me down a grand hallway that dwarfed my father's house ten times over. Eventually, the maids halted outside a set of towering golden double doors, flanked by three heavily armed elite guards. After a brief, quiet exchange between the maids and the security detail, one of the guards stepped forward and knocked three times in a distinct, rhythmic pattern. The heavy doors unlocked and swung inward on automated hinges. I was gently nudged inside. The sheer scale of the room took my breath away. In the center sat a massive, opulent bed draped in pure white silk—easily five times the size of my bed at home. The air car

My eyes flew open. My breath hitched completely the moment I felt the hound’s massive head press firmly against my open palm. My mouth fell open in utter shock. Hot tears spilled over my eyelashes, blurring my vision. “I... I did it,” I whispered, a breathless laugh breaking through my tears as Bruno affectionately rubbed his thick jowls against my hand. Gaining a sudden burst of confidence, I placed my other hand on his neck, gently scratching behind his ears. The terrifying beast let out a low, content whine and wagged his tail like a puppy. A jagged, disbelieving laugh escaped my lips. I could literally feel the crushing weight of terror lifting from my chest. I had walked into this room expecting to be torn to pieces, and instead, I had survived. “Miss Elena of the Stewart family is now the chosen mistress for the Vance family,” Mr. Sterling Vance announced, his booming voice echoing with absolute disbelief. I glanced toward the unconscious billionaire on the bed. For

CHAPTER 7ETHAN’S POV“Do you have a death wish?” My voice came out rough.She jolted, as if my words had finally brought her back to reality. Her pupils widened.“I... I... didn't mean...” She didn't even finish her sentence before I felt a sudden shift in her.Her fingers trembled against my skin, and her face changed so quickly that I could barely process what I was seeing. The cold, focused look of a trained fighter disappeared, leaving her pale and shaken.Her eyes filled with tears.“I... I...” she stammered, the words catching in her throat.A single tear slipped down her cheek and landed on mine. It felt strangely hot against my skin.I frowned, staring up at her in confusion. Before I could say anything, her chest began to tremble.She gagged.My eyes widened.“Are you mad?!” I hissed, trying to pull myself away.A dry hiccup escaped her, followed by a faint, shaky breath. The strength in her grip disappeared, giving me the opening I'd been waiting for.I twisted my wrists, r

ETHAN’S POVThe room seemed to tilt. Before my eyes, she staggered backward, stumbling as if all the strength had suddenly been drained from her legs.I shook my head slowly, staring at her. She perfectly matched the file Dan had handed me that morning. Elena Stewart. The first daughter of the Stewart family. The report described her as calm, kind, selfless, and fragile—a girl who lived hidden from society, working as a farm laborer under the blistering sun. She had a boyfriend named Ken, a man who allegedly had to show up and protect her every time she was bullied because she was too weak to stand up for herself.To the rest of the world, that report was gospel.To me?It was a blatant lie.She could be all of those things, but she was not weak. Only a highly trained and skilled fighter could have executed the technical leverage she used on me last night.She was hiding. She was operating under a carefully maintained facade so no one would notice her real skills.The question was, wh