All Chapters of The billionaire mafia surrogate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Emily's POVThe building around me echoed loudly as I was led through it. The blindfold around my eyes was tight—too tight for comfort. I sighed and kept walking, putting one leg before the other gingerly to avoid tripping over my own feet."You'd do well to walk faster, ma'am." One of the bodyguards behind me muttered. "Our boss does not like being kept waiting."I stopped abruptly and turned towards the direction of the voice. "Well, It would really help if I wasn't blindfolded." I snapped."Just keep moving, ma'am." The voice replied, and I turned and continued walking amidst angry mutters. We got to a flight of stairs and two men held both my hands, then gently led me upstairs. "Why the blindfold anyway?" I asked as I was led up. "Is your boss ugly? Trust me, I've seen a lot of ugly men, and I haven't died from that now, have I?"The men ignored me, but I couldn't care less. All I needed was the sound of my voice echoing around the building to drive away my fear. I was scared shi

CHAPTER THREEI knew I was screaming, knew incoherent words were pouring out of my mouth, but it didn't sound like me. Never had I produced that kind of inhumane, guttural sound. It was alien and foreign to me. The sorrow tore at my heart and left it in shreds, and I slid to the floor in despair, a boneless, bereft sliding.I vaguely registered the doctor leaving his seat behind the desk and coming to console me. "No!" I screamed and fought against his grip, but he held me to his chest, murmuring words of comfort.I couldn't accept that she was dead.Not until I saw it with my own eyes. I pushed the doctor aside and dashed out of his office, staring around wildly. A nurse approached me with concern in her eyes. "Ma'am, what do you need?" She asked."Take me to her." I yelled, grabbing the nurse by the shoulders. "Fucking take me to my mother!"The doctor had followed me outside, and he was gently prying my fingers from the nurse's shoulders. He gently steered me away from the nurse a

CHAPTER FIVEEthan's POV Days began to run into weeks as the woman spent longer living with me. I got to know that her name was Emily Davis, which was a moment too late for me. She never got to know of mine and never deemed it fit to ask, and however much I tried to bridge the gap between us, any sort of friendship between us remained sadly out of reach.I moved her to a room at the very back of the house, so I wouldn't get to see the wariness and hostility in her eyes, yet it burned at the back of my head and kept me awake at night. To all and sundry in the house, I hated her as much as she hated me and I tried to make it known that I only tolerated her presence, but that was a lie. She was an attractive woman: slim, petite, with that thick brown hair I craved to run my fingers through, those freckles that dusted her nose and her cheeks, and damn, was I attracted to her!However, I knew my place as a mafia boss and the leader of an empire, and I knew that she wasn't worth my time. S

Emily's POVI watched as Ethan Brown walked out of the hospital, leaving me with his men. We were all plunged into silence for a few minutes, then the man whom I supposed was his second-in-command cleared his throat."Miss Davis, if you will," he murmured, and I nodded, then stepped forward. Two guards were at my sides, with two others behind me. The second-in-command himself was at my front, leading the way. I felt utterly protected, and yet vulnerable and bare—so, terribly bare. They would never be able to shield me from what I felt inside.The ache of my mother's death gripped my heart as tightly as a wrench, made even worse as this was the very same hospital where she'd died. She was the only thing that mattered to me in this world, and that vile beast of a man had yanked her from me in only a few hours of knowing him.We reached the front door in a matter of seconds, and the second in command reached out to open the door. "After you, Miss Davis." He murmured, and I nodded in than

Emily's POV Someone was knocking intermittently on my door. I buried my face deeper in the pillows and tried to block out the noise, but it was persistent, pressing against my eardrums annoyingly.I groaned and turned to the other side, dragging the sheets with me. The bed smelled of days-old sweat and several sleepless hours. I hadn't showered in two days, or eaten, or stepped out of the room. And I wasn't planning to do the latter anytime soon, not as long as Ethan Brown was in this house with me. I didn't want to face him just yet; I knew what would happen if I did. My body would fight against my will, and I would remember just how perfectly we'd fit together when we were producing this baby. My insides would clench with desire when I see his bright blue eyes or those long, dexterous fingers; I would remember how they'd played with my nipples, how they'd flicked around inside my folds and given me pleasure.And I would hate myself for it.I was a sucker for the man when it came ri