All Chapters of Surrogate Wife For The Mysterious Billionaire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Oh my God…” The words escaped one of the assistants in a whisper.Scarlett immediately stopped walking.Her fingers instinctively gripped the skirt of the dress.“How do I look?” she asked nervously. “Please tell me I don’t look ridiculous in this dress.”“Ridiculous?” one of the assistants repeated in disbelief.The other assistant immediately slapped her coworker's arm dramatically. “Girl, shut up.”“Scarlett!” the first assistant exclaimed. “If I looked like this, I would create traffic everywhere I went!”The room erupted into laughter. Meanwhile, Hilda simply stood there, smiling proudly.Scarlett, however, was nervous as hell. Her hands kept fidgeting.“Hilda?” she called softly.“Mmm?”“Say something.”Hilda blinked at first, Then she sighed dramatically.“My dear…”She placed both hands over her heart.“You look so beautiful that I’m offended.”The room burst out laughing again.“Hilda!”“No, I’m serious!” Hilda pointed at Scarlett accusingly. “This is unfair. I spent money on

When Damon told Julian what had been written on the paper, Julian couldn’t understand why his friend looked so relieved.“What’s so amusing about what Rose wrote there?” he asked, pointing at the shredded pieces lying on the floor.Damon chuckled softly and leaned against the car.“Think about it.”Julian frowned. “I am thinking about it. She threatened Scarlett.”“Well yes, she did.” Damon shrugged lightly. “But that also shows that she’s keeping her distance.” Damon said but Julian still didn’t get it. “What the hell are you talking about man?” Julian said and Damon sighed.“Rose isn’t subtle, Julian. When she wants something, she comes charging in like a wrecking ball.” Julian nodded slowly, understanding that fact. “True.”“So if Rose wanted to do something, she wouldn’t be sending messages. She’d show up.” Damon concluded as Julian looked back at the shredded paper on the floor.“Huh.”“Which means one of two things,” Damon continued calmly. “Either she’s finally listening to m

The biometric scanner beeped as Damon pressed his thumb to the glass. With a heavy click, the massive mahogany front door swung inward.Scarlett didn’t wait for an invitation, let alone a grand tour. She marched right past him, the heavy satin train of her wedding dress rustling loudly against the polished marble floor of the foyer. The size of the place was enough to take her breath away. It had vaulted ceilings stretching high overhead, a cascading crystal chandelier that looked like frozen rain, and a muted, monochromatic color palette that practically screamed old money. It was stunning, honestly, but it felt completely dead inside. It was a perfect reflection of the man who owned it.Stopping dead center in the foyer, she glanced around, looking for any hallway that might lead to a guest wing. "Which way is my room? I am completely exhausted, and this dress is weighing me down."Damon stepped into the house behind her, casually tossing his car keys onto a sleek console table. He

The silence that settled over the mansion after Damon left for work wasn't just quiet; it felt heavy, thick, and completely draining. Left by herself in the big estate, Scarlett felt incredibly small. The grand hallways were lined with expensive art. As she walked slowly down the long corridor, her eyes drifted to the large canvas paintings hanging on the walls. They were technically perfect, painted by renowned masters, but they lacked soul, much like the rest of the house. For Scarlett, looking at them wasn't just a casual observation; it was a painful reminder of a past life. Before her world had fallen apart, she had been an artist. It used to be something that made her feel whole even if it left her fingers stained and her apron covered in paint. It gave her so much joy. A bitter smile touched her lips as she stared at an abstract piece. She had stopped painting entirely because of Aaron. The moment they got married, he had demanded she put down her brushes, ordering her to aba

The ride back to the mansion from Damon’s office was so tense. The city lights blurred outside the window of the Mercedes Benz, but neither Scarlett nor Damon was looking at the view. Scarlett sat stiffly against the seat, her hands tightly clenching her clutch. The beautiful emerald silk dress, which had made her feel so elegant just hours ago, now felt like a heavy burden."I still can't believe you let me sleep through a very important family dinner," Scarlett said, her voice sharp with a mix of exhaustion and genuine anxiety. She turned her head to glare at Damon, who sat with his profile lighted by the passing streetlights, looking entirely too calm. "You don't understand, Damon. I was the one who took the call. I was the one who promised her we wouldn't be late. Do you have any idea how disrespectful this makes me look? On our very first official family event, you decide to just... not show up?"Damon didn't flinch at her tone. He kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his hands