All Chapters of His accidental surrogate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kyra’s POV “Definitely not the gym,” Zaire muttered under his breath as he led them toward the far side of the mansion. Kyra followed quietly, heart still racing from the pressure Carmen had applied not in a mean way, but a powerful, matriarch-makes-you-think way. They walked past glass walls, sleek hallways, and rooms she hadn’t even noticed last night. One of them looked like a full movie theater. Kyra whispered under her breath, “This place is insane.” Carmen overheard. “It’s a fortress, yes. But it’s also a maze which is why your baby better have a room near yours. Not across the damn estate.” Zaire chuckled. “There’s a guest suite on the second floor that’s quiet and private. I was thinking that could work.” Carmen stopped walking and turned to face them both. “Good. But don’t call it a guest suite anymore. Start calling it home.” That word did something to Kyra’s chest. Home? This was still so surreal. A week ago, she’d been in her tiny apartment, warming l

Zaire’s POV I shut the study door behind me and let the silence settle. Outside, the private property was still. No drones. No reporters. Just acres of security and peace. But in my chest, there was a storm. I tapped my phone, pulled up the contact, and hit call. “Cruz,” came the sharp voice on the other end. My lead counsel, Victor Rhine, didn’t do small talk. “You ready?” “Do it,” I said. “File it.” Victor didn’t hesitate. “Good. We’ve drafted the suit against the clinic for medical negligence, emotional distress, breach of contract, and violation of informed consent laws. I’m also bringing in a PR crisis team. Once the paperwork hits court, the media will pick it up within twenty-four hours. Maybe less.” “What’s the blowback gonna look like?” “For you? Manageable. You’re not the one who made the error, and your image as a responsible businessman, especially once we position you as stepping up for the child, will soften it.” I paced slowly, e

Kyra’s POVThe smell of roasted garlic and fresh herbs woke me before the sun was fully up. At first, I panicked, forgetting where I was. Then it came back. The fair, the reporters, the move, the estate.I padded into the sunlit kitchen in one of the silk robes that had been left for me in the guest closet. The chef, a quiet older woman named Inez, was plating breakfast with military precision. Eggs, avocado toast, roasted potatoes, grilled veggies. I blinked, then smiled sleepily.“Good morning,” I said, sliding into a seat at the island.“Good morning, Miss Kyra,” Inez said with a warm smile. “Mr. Cruz will be down shortly.”I rubbed my belly gently. I was not showing yet, but every morning the pregnancy felt more real. No more spiraling thoughts about how this happened. This was my reality now. And I was going to be a good mom, with or without the world’s approval.Zaire appeared just as the plates hit the table. Clean-shaven, in a crisp navy suit, adjusting his Rolex like he belon

**Kyra's POV** I sat cross-legged on the plush carpet of one of the spare bedrooms, my iPad open to a Pinterest board filled with soft neutrals, warm woods, and pops of sage green. Zaire stood across from me, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, a rare look of contentment on his face. "This room gets the best light," I said, glancing toward the wide windows. "Perfect for early mornings." Zaire nodded. "It's peaceful. You picked a good one." I looked up at him. "I was thinking something gender-neutral for now. Sage and cream, maybe hints of tan?" Zaire walked over and sat beside me. "I like that. Clean, soft... calming." He gave a small smile. "This feels real now." "It is real." My voice was soft, but steady. "We're doing this." Zaire reached for the iPad, swiping through my inspiration board. "I'll call a contractor. Have this done in a couple weeks tops." We both looked at each other for a moment—no awkwardness, no second-guessing—just quiet under

**Zaire's POV** As our quiet moment lingered, I took a steadying breath and looked into Jada's eyes. "Jada," I began softly, "I want to be honest with you. Tonight... this is just me trying to clear my head. I'm not really looking for anything serious right now." She nodded thoughtfully, searching my face. "I get that. Sometimes you just need a night to be yourself." I smiled, grateful for her understanding. "Exactly. No pressure, no expectations, just a chance to breathe and enjoy the moment." Jada returned my smile, her hand still resting gently on mine. "That sounds perfect," she said. "No strings. Just good company." We leaned in once more, savoring the calm comfort between us, knowing this night was exactly what we both needed. The quiet of the private room settled around us like a soft blanket. After a few more moments of easy conversation, I checked my watch. "Alright, Jada," I said with a small smile, "I should probably get going." She nodded, standing gra