All Chapters of The billionaire mafia surrogate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Emily's POV A shot ricocheted through the dark and dank basement, sending my heart into overdrive. I gave a loud gasp that sent Ethan looking straight into my eyes. I watched as his eyes widened and he mouthed the word: fuck.What I didn't wait to hear was him calling out my name.I turned and raced out of the basement, darting up the stairs, the taste of fear lingering on my tongue. My breath was ragged and my heart thundered against my ribcage as I raced through the house, hearing his footsteps behind me."Emily!" He called out again, but I didn't stop. I reached my bedroom before him and closed the door behind me. My hands shook as I turned the key, not stopping until I heard the satisfying click. I quickly took a shaky breath to calm my jumpy nerves, but there was no time to take more breaths. Not with him hot on my heels, the memory of his murderous face imprinted on my mind. I knew what he would do to me if I wasted any time. I knew I had to act fast.My entire body shook as I

Emily's POVSeveral weeks had passed after Chloe had stumbled on Ethan Brown and I. In those weeks, Ethan had basically ignored my presence. It was as though whatever private discussion he'd had with his fiancée had been for the worst. I'd only seen him once during those weeks, and that had been when he'd instructed Zadok to fetch me from my room to have a very quiet breakfast with him.Throughout that breakfast, Ethan had been very reserved, barely meeting my eyes even as I'd thrown question after question at him. In the end he'd snapped and told me to keep my questions and let him have a peaceful breakfast. Ethan was an asshole, I'd always known that, but his attitude had surprised me.Right now I was standing before a full-length mirror in my room, utterly naked and cradling my belly. A tiny bump was starting to show already, nothing more than what I would have seen had I had a very full meal. I hadn't eaten today—my tray of breakfast was on the coffee table in the room, untouched.

Emily's POVSomething smelled good, I thought as I took a deep breath in my sleep. I wondered what it could be. I sniffed again, half expecting the nauseating smell that came with morning sickness, but it didn't come. All I smelled was the slightly sweet scent of something baking.I sat up suddenly and opened my eyes. It was night already, the balcony filled with milky light from the moon above. The ceiling above me was white, which was quite different from the painted murals I was used to staring up at in my room. Where was I?It too me a good minute of groggily staring around to realise that I was in one of the many balconies that lined Ethan's mansion.I groaned and rubbed my eyes, then stood to my feet. I'd fallen asleep on a recliner, and my flimsy robe had slipped, exposing my bare thighs and other more embarrassing things. My cheeks heated up in abashment as I tied the robe more securely around me and looked around, hoping no one had seen me. Only a gardener stood directly unde

Emily's POV The gun fight was all I could dream of. I saw it being recreated into my nightmares, but this time it was Ethan Brown being shot by Floyd Alderman. It was Ethan's blood that stained the clean tiled floor, and Ethan who squirmed while being carried out.I screamed his name frantically until my eyes flew open. I rolled over and saw that I was on the bed in my room, several metres away from the foyer and the gun fight that had happened there. I frowned and sat up, wondering how I had gotten to be on the bed. The last thing I remembered was that cracking of the gun and the whistling of the bullet as it had shot past me and buried itself in the ceramic pot. It wasn't the last thing per se, as I'd also remembered another gun shot, and the pained cry of a wounded man.Ethan Brown had shot Floyd Alderman.Ethan Brown had shot Floyd Alderman!The weight behind those words finally sank in and I gasped in fear, then threw aside the bed covers and flung my feet down to the rug. My fe

Emily POV… It was a cold night, and the rain continued to swatter, As tossed to and fro on my bed, however, I found it strenuous to shut my eyes. The thought of Ethan and Chloe together was something I would rather not imagine. For some reason, I couldn't understand why I suddenly became jealous of them. I blamed myself for everything that had happened if I hadn't slept with Ethan just for help. my mother, I wouldn't be in this mess today. Finding it so restless to sleep, I spun out of bed, and picked up a pitcher of water; however, it was devoid. Then I remembered that the housekeeper had forgotten to refill the jug, before going to bed. I took a resonant breath and sauntered out of my room. Suddenly I stopped in my trails when I heard a weird sound coming from Ethan's room. Out of curiosity, I tramped toward the foyer of the room, gently pushing the door open to have a peek. To my greatest astonishment, I saw Ethan and Chloe, making out. My heart dropped instantly. I quickly pl