The Billionaire's Surrogate Wife

"My dear, you smell really nice..." In the dark, a man's hoarse and magnetic voice echoed into Eliza's ears. She was kneeling on the bed. Her hands were tied up with a leather belt and her eyes were covered in a black silk cloth. Now that she couldn't see anything, her other senses were even more sensitive than before. Trembling, she shrunk her body into a little ball as she endured the stabbing pain inflicted on her body. In complete darkness, she could only feel the man raping her from behind. "Now, be good. Let's change into another position, okay?" ...... Eliza forced her eyes open, only to find herself breaking out in cold sweat. She covered her burning forehead with her palms. It had already been five years since that incident. Why would she still dream about something that had happened such a long time ago? She rose from her bed and walked towards the bathroom to wash her face. She felt refreshed after splashing her face with

Eliza was busy preparing a plate of Japanese-style omelet rice in the kitchen. After spending more than 20 minutes in the kitchen, dinner was served. Aside from the omelet rice, she also prepared some delicious cheese croquettes. "Braint, dinner is ready!" Braint glanced at the time. There were still fifteen minutes left before 8 o'clock. He jumped off the sofa and walked towards the kitchen slowly. Then, he sat down in the kitchen. On the second floor, Demarion wiped off the saliva on the corner of his lips. He snorted. "I'm sure the food doesn't taste good, though it does smell nice." "It's delicious." Braint praised Eliza the moment he put the food inside his mouth. It was as if he had heard Demarion's comments from upstairs. Eliza smiled, "Really? I can prepare more delicacies for you in the future." Something struck her mind as she asked, "Braint, why are you here so late at night? Where are your parents?" "Are you Mr. Valentine's gu

Beau opened the door with a gloomy expression. The room was filled with the smell of alcohol. On the tea table, there were a few bottles of wine, which he had treasured for many years. Each of them was worth millions. Now, the wine bottles were completely empty. A woman with a flushed complexion was laying on the sofa. While cursing under her breath, she would occasionally mention Beau's name. She was in a mess. A trace of displeasure flashed across Beau's face. Did she finally reveal her true colors after becoming his wife? Hearing the sound from the door, Eliza burped and turned around. "Who are you?" She was so drunk that she had completely lost her bearings. When she noticed someone coming in from the door, she stood up to welcome him. It was a handsome man. He had a high nose bridge and defined facial features. "He's just as handsome as Jay!" Eliza thought. "Wait, he is Jay!" How dare he appear in

Braint frowned. He turned his head in confusion. "Daddy's not the one behind this?" Last night, the butler had made sure that nobody was in the house except for Beau and Eliza. If Beau was not the culprit, then who was it? The butler harrumphed softly, "Braint, please come with me." Braint gave Beau a suspicious look before jumping off the desk. Then, he followed the butler to the control room with surveillance cameras. In the control room. The butler searched for the footage of the corridors of the house yesterday. In the picture, Eliza, who was wrapped in a bath towel, stumbled out of the bedroom. She was so drunk she couldn't even figure out where she was heading. So, she kept turning around randomly in different directions. When she turned left, she hit a huge vase. When she turned right, she hit a decorative piece of furniture from beside. Eliza grimaced in pain, but she still insisted on screaming at a flowerpot located

Instantly, Eliza's face turned red from embarrassment.  Her heart drummed against her chest and felt like it would leap out. Quickly, she turned her face away, not daring to look at him. "It tastes good." Beau lowered his head while enjoying his noodles. He said casually, "The butler said you have something to say to me. What is it?" Only then did Eliza remember that she still had some important matters to discuss with him. "Mr. Valentine." Eliza looked up and stared at him seriously. "Before our marriage, I didn't know you have a pair of twin sons." Beau raised his eyebrows and said, "Before our marriage, I didn't know that you would finish all my expensive wine because of your ex-boyfriend." Eliza was speechless. She remembered the dream from last night. In the dream, they were fooling around in the bathtub... Maybe that wasn't a dream after all! She bit her lip. "It's wrong of me to drink your wine, but di