All Chapters of The BILLIONAIRE'S SURROGATE STRIPPER: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Billionaire's Surrogate Stripper Adrian's POV I listened to my mother's story. Cold, dark and intriguing. Where was she driving? I patiently listened while waiting. “So Mom, what happened living in your Aunt's house?” “I ran out of my Aunt's house and fell into the hands of a Madame stripper. She introduced me to the stripping business. I started work as a virgin but lost it with numerous nights servicing clients. At first I felt despicable and all the worst feelings packed in one but as time went by the feelings began to wane. I kept working till the night I met your father in the club...” She pauses. “I met your father one cool evening. The breeze blew romantically like strings tied to the other in blissful harmony. The weather was cloudy and the perfect opportunity for lovers to get under the sheets. That day I had no purpose to dance. I sat at the seats meant for onlookers and let the stripping girls do their thang on the pole. I was dressed in

“Blood and sweat? Did Dad get involved with a gang and made money the wrong way? I did a little research and found Dad was from a poor background. I went back to the house and it's overgrown with bushes, rodents and cracked walls. I asked nearby residents and they narrated that a certain man lived there with his wife and daughter but ended up gunned down at a family feast. I tried to find any more useful information but I couldn't get past what I've been told. So mother, how did we get here? So much wealth we can stop working for years and still live in splendous wealth with our generations born and yet unborn.” “Your father would be the best person in the position to answer. I met him when we weren't this filthy rich but he had something that took us to a better life and with your brother's birth and success we reached the stars. Your father did something he shouldn't do. He knows something ugly that shattered his conscience but I don't know son. I don't know what it is. The mor

Billionaire's Surrogate stripper Adrian's POV I carried her in my arms and slowly bathed her in the shower before we slide under the covers. I listened to her exhausted breathing as we lay in bed. She must have fallen asleep when I got out of the covers and went down the stairs. I took my car keys from the nightstand and jumped into my car and drove to my destination. My fist tightened on the steering and my jawline tensed with rage and revenge. After that night when I had her on the wall tasting the sweetness between her thighs. I couldn't stop thinking about her. It fueled my desire to have her by all means. I know enemies are lurking and watching my every move but I swear to protect her from all the darkness that comes with me. I parked into an abandoned building and walked into the room where a man was tied up with his lips and skin torn open covered in blood. "Good morning boss." One of my Bodyguards bowed slightly. "Get me the torture

Billionaire's Surrogate Stripper Adrian's POV Mother didn't let me out of her sight. She wanted to hear stories of me and Ariel. Yes Ariel the one who cheated and hurt me badly. I think of my mother as insensitive to my pain. She doesn't care about the implications of my wife's cheating. She wants me married and stick to Ariel no matter what. But who was I to judge Mom when I myself isn't as mentally sane. Some men would have thrown her out but the recklessly in love part of me wants Ariel by my side. I think the love in me is winning. I tried so much to hate her. I pushed everything in my soul to despise her but it never worked. She's my soul mate. It is said it's hard to find one’s soul mate and when you do grab them with both hands. My Ariel. Mine, she's mine and I'm never letting her go, I've never met someone who can easily lift my spirits. If anything, I've felt dead and lost for the longest time in my life but when I met her, something in me ignited,

~ The clock ticked it's ungodly hour. The hour of affliction. I slowly rise off the bed and took careful, calculated steps to the door. I twisted the door knob and made sure it didn't make a sound while I glance around with haughty eyes and shut it after me. With tip toes I glided like an eel. The rest of the household were deeply asleep when I set out by this time. No one would guess I left my room or made it this far by the dead of the night. The only soul to make it this far into this part of the Mansion was Ariel. That girl has strong intuition. She almost got into the room and what will become my fate when she finds him. The house would be alerted and a can of worms will be reopened. I unlocked the door and walked into the room of my enemy-husband. A whiff smacked my nostril. The dirt and stench of the room makes bitter bile rise up in my throat. I desperately want to puke. “Dirty old fool. This place smells like the bastard that you're. Wake up you filthy piss.” I