Eloise Laurent thought she had it all—a loving husband, a beautiful home, and the promise of a bright future. But her perfect life shattered in a single night when she discovered her husband, Damian, was about to take another wife. Humiliated, heartbroken, and cast out with nothing, Eloise’s world crumbled. Yet, just as she hit rock bottom, an even more shocking revelation emerged—the child growing inside her wasn't Damian’s. Due to a hospital mix-up, she was carrying the heir of Dante Romano, a ruthless billionaire known for his cold heart and iron will.
Lihat lebih banyakDante's POV:Gently brushing the hair on her back away, I leaned closer to place a kiss on the soft spot I had had my eyes on but she suddenly moved away.She was breathing shakily, her words coming out as a fumbled pile of mess as she was unable to hold gaze with me. Shaking her head, she whispered hoarsely, backing away from me, "D-Don’t. Don’t get too close. I shouldn’t have... I shouldn’t have let it get this far. That was a mistake. So stupid..."My brows knit together, heart tightening with confusion. "Eloise, what are you—"I reached out, trying to steady her, to hold her, but she shook me off like my touch burned. She stumbled back, collapsing onto the edge of her bed, burying her face in her hands."This is humiliating," she choked out. "This is so fucking humiliating and it’s all my fault. I’m such an idiot. I. Am. Such. A. Fucking. Idiot!" Her voice cracked as she screamed the words at herself, clutching her hair in both hands, fingers digging hard into her scalp.My voice
Dante's POV:Surprised? No. I was actually stunned.I knew apologizing would be hard, but I didn’t expect it to feel this fucking impossible.Maybe I could’ve just said, “I’m sorry, Eloise.” Simple. Direct. It would've been the smarter move. But I never did that—not really. The last person I remember apologizing to was my mother, and that was years ago.And now… Eloise. I was about to make an exception. Not because I suddenly became good at saying sorry, but because I had no other choice. She needed to calm down, to come back into the bedroom and rest. All this running around...this stress...wasn’t just hurting her. It was putting the baby at risk. My baby at risk. I was left with no choice but the follow her around like a puppy going after it's momma's boobs and wincing. "God dammit, could this get any worse by the way?!" I drawled, palming my face before I went after her I found her in the parking lot this time around, crouched down and hiding behind my Mercedes as she tucked her
Dante's POV:I knew my actions, my tone, and the way I reacted around Eloise were confusing—too complicated for her to fully grasp. But what else was I supposed to do?I needed her close. Right beside me, where I could keep an eye on her. Where I could protect her. I couldn’t let history repeat itself and put the both of them in danger. No way. Still, I didn’t want her to misinterpret the care I showed. I didn’t want her reading too much into the attention, thinking it meant something... softer. It wasn't the right time yet. I just needed clarity. I needed to be sure of my assumptions because even the doctor wasn't sure. Was Eloise really Emma? The same girl who saved me five years ago?Because if she wasn’t Emma and I let her in, let her see a side of me I never show, only to find out she was someone else entirely then that would destroy me.All the time. All the energy. All the fucking emotions. Wasted.I took out my phone from my pants and quickly typed a text."Any updates yet?
Eloise POV:Dante had a long, irritated face on him as I laughed my heart out, his jaw clenching and unclenching. He seemed to be unable to bear my annoying ass any longer, so he gave me a hard glare before exiting into his dressing room. Once he went in, I quickly tossed the covers off my body and picked up my phone that I had noticed earlier on the bed side table to make a phone call to Ivy. I was already imagining the whole scenario in my head, how Ivy would be so stunned at first and then she breaks out into a loud uncontrollable laughter. It would be such a humorous gossip to share with her, especially when it has to do with him...Mr. Romano. No one would have ever guessed that this man could be such a joke. No one at all!And I bet that she would never have expected this from Dante because of how everyone got easily scared of him due to his history with being unforgiving, ruthless and commanding. Now that I thought about it, I realized that It's been quite long since we spo
Eloise POV:Dante's whole body stiffened before me after I had pushed him away.He stared down at me as my chest rose and fell, the temperature of the bathroom suddenly running cold, the running water from the faucets piercing my ears, and goosebumps began prickling my skin.I shivered as I stepped back away from him. Shaking my heard, I whispered to myself with tears brimming my eyes, my gaze dropping on the floor of the bathroom."I-I shouldn't have. This is wrong. What were you thinking, Eloise? What was I thinking? I was about to be a fool again. How could you?! Why can't I get a damn grip on my emotions?! Why do I always succumb at the slightest care and attention that I get?" I cried, sobbing as I drew back.Then I noticed Dante's approach to me but I stopped him right awat with my hand in the air before he could come any closer. "No!" Something flickered across his eyes but I didn't care to know what it was. "Don't get any closer Mr. Romano. I am an idiot, right? I know you d
Eloise POV: Beautiful? I didn't expect to hear such compliments, at least not from him. But hearing it now, I realized why he had his eyes glued to my lips earlier. He found it beautiful. But what's so special about it? It's just some pale plump lips with no touch of lip gloss on it. I don't see what's so special about it. I mumbled softly, "Oh, I see." My forced smile barely reached my eyes. "Thank you," I added, placing the napkin back on the trolley.As I watched him return to the bed, our eyes locked, and I suddenly forgot how to breathe.He climbed onto the bed, the mattress groaning beneath his weight as he closed the distance between us, never breaking eye contact.My breath caught in my throat. "Ah—what are you doing?" I stammered, my heart racing and hammering against my ribs as I instinctively shifted away from him.A wave of panic hit me. What is he up to? Why is he getting so close? Please, don’t let it be what I’m thinking…I tried to keep my voice steady, but the ner
Eloise POV: "Sir, may I come in?" Claire’s voice came from just outside the door. "Yes, you can," Dante replied, his tone casual and unreadable. Claire entered, pushing a food trolley stacked with a variety of healthy dishes. She wheeled it silently to the side of the bed and began arranging the plates on the master-table with care, something she was used to doing after serving the Romano's household for many years. "You can leave it. I’ll handle the rest," Dante said flatly, arms folded over his toned chest as he leaned against the wall. Claire paused mid-motion, clearly taken aback. It was unlike of him to take over such a task, and the surprise showed in her widened eyes. For a brief second, she stared at him, processing the shift in routine. Snapping out of it quickly, she averted her gaze and straightened up, nervously wiping her hands on her dress. "Ah—yes, Sir. I’ll be on my way now," she said, stepping back and leaving the rest untouched. Once Claire was gone, Dante m
Dante's POV:She stared at me for a while, not saying a word and looking shaken by the sudden question I asked. She seemed to be conflicted on what to say; which sort of gives me an answer to my question but I didn't want to make assumptions without confirming things first. I raised my eyebrows as I pressed once again. "Do you?" She jolted, her eyes nervously averting away from my scrutinizing gaze. She stammered, "Ah-I don't know. I have never gone by that name, and I don't think I know anyone who does . Why do you ask? Is there something..." I scoffed. I wouldn't buy such lame lies. It wasn't convincing at all and I must confess that she's such a terrible actress when it comes to feigning clueless."No, forget it," I said flatly. But that wasn't the end. I will find out the truth through one way or the other. A knock hit the door and I darted my gaze to it. "Sir, Mrs. Romano's dinner is ready and served on the dinning table," I heard Claire inform from outside the door. "Is
DANTE ROMANO'S POV: He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he lifted his gaze to meet mine. "I'm sorry, Mr. Romano. But as your personal doctor who have been treating you for years now, I needed to go through some old files of yours, you see," he spoke professionally with an edge of fear in his voice. "I need to be sure of what I'm thinking or about to say before passing down any news to you," My brows furrowed at him as he explained. "What are you thinking and how is that any of my damn business?" I snapped, clenching my jaw and fists to hold back myself. "It is, Mr. Roma—" My fists landed hard on his desk before he could complete his sentence and he jolted, dressing his seat back immediately in fear when the hit left a crack on his table. My voice was hard, reflecting how irritated and impatient I was feeling at that moment. "I am demanding to know how my wife and child is, Doctor Roy. I don't give a damn about your stupid thoughts or assumptions, you hear m
Accidental Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire Written ByOkwuma Esther (Esther~Writes) Chapter One. (ELOISE POV)"Congratulations, Mrs. Laurent. The procedure for the sperm insemination was successful." Those exact words echoed in my mind as I stepped out of my car, barely bothering to slam the door shut behind me. A cool gust of wind brushed against my skin, carrying the sharp bite of an impending downpour. Above me, the sky darkened, the clouds shifting into a heavy shade of blue as distant rumbles signaled the storm’s approach but I didn’t give a damn. I had a huge smile tugging at the sides of my my lips. It was one I struggled to suppress as I sprinted up the stone steps toward the patio. My heart pounded, not from exhaustion but from sheer, uncontainable joy. It had been like that from the moment my best friend and fertility doctor, Ivy Reid, relayed the news to me barely an hour ago. I could feel tears pool at the rim of my eyes, as I tightened my fists around the rep...
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