All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S SURROGATE BRIDE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

(Maximilian's POV)"You lied for what?" shocked and dumbfounded I asked her as she held onto my leg, her voice louder as she cried. I have never felt more rage before.The disgust, and the self-control to keep myself from just killing. "I think he passed out," Nathaniel said, checking the pulse on Sabastine."I loved you, we were good together," she cried as moved away from her, pulling her away from getting a hold of me.The face I look at does not ring a bell, the memory I have of her was not a fond one. I was friends with Sabastine but not that close to her, she was the sister of a friend.I have always known Sabastine, we went to the same school, we were coursemates for the most part, we didn't start out as best friends, we started as random students who happened to walk into each other all the time. When Seraphina left, it was sudden. She was a good friend and I wanted to believe I was with her then suddenly she was no more. I became worse, I stayed by myself.Sandstone was quit

(Narration)Just by one look at Luna, one would say she has lost all spark, and it wouldn't be far from the truth.To differentiate reality from dreams seems impossible to her, struggling as hard to be happy but for some reason, it seems like the hardest thing. She sat down, sitting very close to the glass walls as she started down the street from the penthouse.Not even once did she question the location, why wasn't she taken home? It bothered her but she didn't ask a single question. The pictures of Max hanging by the walls somehow reassured her everything was fine.She heard the door open behind her, not even turning around she already knew it was Cecilia returning with food....LUNA'S POV "Just drop on the table," I said not turning around but for some reason, the footstep drew near and the more it drew near the more a peculiar scent enveloped me, before I could turn around I felt a masculine arm embrace me from behind.My breath hit as I forced myself to turn around. His face be

My breath hitched as I struggled to catch my breath. For some reason, the minty breath from him drove me insane as my hands traveled around my body roaming in the right places.Foggy, dizzy, lightheaded I couldn't stand still as my knees buckled. Finally, I ruffled his hair, and slowly his pacing began rougher and more urgent. As his tongue fluttered against mine. His hand pulled me closer and closer. No matter how much he pulled it felt like it was never going to be enough. If it were possible I wish to be inside him. Inside his skin.His cold body has turned warm in a minute, vulnerable I felt in his arms, the warmth from his body comforting like a safe coven.Pausing to catch my breath I couldn't control myself as I nibbled on his chin before I could stop myself. He nibbled on my ears, moving to my very sensitive neck. Again our faces apart as I stared at him my eyes barely opened."You feel so good," he murmured as I stared mesmerized."Just how long has it been, I have longed so

I stood in the shower, the warm water cascading down my back like a gentle waterfall. The feeling of the water against my skin was pure bliss, and for the first time in a long while, I was in a remarkably good mood.I tilted my head back, letting the water drench my hair. As I ran my hand through the wet strands, I could feel the tension of the past days slowly melting away. The sensation of the water rushing over me was like a soothing balm, washing away the weight of the past and leaving me feeling refreshed and renewed.With each stroke of my fingers through my hair, I pushed the water backward, reveling in the simple pleasure of the shower. It was a moment of solitude and self-care, a reminder that life had its moments of serenity and tranquility.As the water continued to envelop me, I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth and the sense of well-being that it brought. The worries and uncertainties of the past were momentarily forgotten, and in that instant, all that mattered was the

....I sat beneath a delicate canopy in the garden, surrounded by a riot of vibrant flowers that swayed gently in the breeze. The scent of blooms, sweet and intoxicating, enveloped me in a fragrant embrace. The dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves overhead, casting a warm and comforting glow.It was a serene haven, a sanctuary of nature's beauty. Each flower seemed to tell a story, its petals a canvas of colors that whispered tales of growth and resilience. Bees and butterflies danced from one bloom to another, their delicate movements adding to the garden's lively symphony.As I sat there, my fingers trailed along the soft petals of a nearby blossom, feeling the delicate texture beneath my touch. The world beyond this tranquil space seemed to fade away, leaving me with a profound sense of peace and contentment.The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, the chirping of birds in the distance, and the soft hum of nature's chorus became a soothing soundtrack to my thoughts. In t