All Chapters of The Ruthless Billionaire and His Sassy Surrogate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The man extended his hand for a shake, “Anderson Boyles.” He introduced himself. Penelope was reluctant to shake his hand but Hailey moved in front of Penelope and took his hand in hers. Hailey had a starry look as she stared at him.On the other hand, Penelope was wary of him. It was all just too convenient for him to step out of the shadows and be a knight in shining armor.“You don’t trust me yet?” Boyles inquired tilting his head slightly to the side.Penelope shrugged in response, not wanting to engage him. The less they spoke, the better for him. He was a handsome man and looked to have his c harms but his piercing gaze held a lot of emotions.“I will need some details. His name… Wh.” Boyles said but was interrupted.“Frank Bottoms.” Hailey squealed, then slammed a hand over her mouth in embarrassment.Penelope and Boyles exchanged a glance. The jerk’s last name really suited him, almost cracking their armors to laugh in unison.But Penelope cleared her throat and diverted her g

Killian paced back and forth in the hospital.His hands were bloodied but it was the least of his worries. He was barely holding himself together.Francine and Freddy were the first to arrive at the hospital.“Hey…” Francine pulled Killian into an embrace. “She will pull through out of this.” She consoled him, rubbing his back.“Man.” Freddy was devastated when he got the news. He picked up Francine from the studio and drove to the hospital like a maniac. “Heard from a nurse? Doctor?”Killian shook his head. “No one. She is in the OR. I don’t… I don’t know.” Killian was in despair. His hair was everywhere.Freddy patted him on the back and led him to have a seat. They all waited together.Hours later… A doctor came out.“She is out of harm’s way for now but she has to be monitored for some nights here.” The doctor said, his expression grave.Killian wasn’t sure whether to still be worried or be relieved.“Thank you.” Freddy said to the doctor.The doctor nodded. “One of you can see he

“Fill her discharged paper works. She can leave at noon. Thankfully, the toxins didn’t do any damage to her organs. The only real damage was to the growing foetus.” Doctor Humphrey explained to Killian and Penelope.“Finally!” Penelope blurted. “Sorry!”Melissa smiled. “It is all right. No one loves staying at the hospital.” She said. “I hope I don’t see you strolled into the hospital anymore.” She said, sternly. Her voice, showing a bit of concern.Penelope nodded in understanding. Melissa took her leave thereafter.“Let’s get you home.” Killian said lowly.Van drove them home. Ms. B pulled Penelope into a bone crushing hug.“Ms. B.” Penelope said in shock.“You scared us all to death.” Ms. B, said teary eyed. “I am so happy to see you alive.” She continued, “We all thought the worst.” She finally let go of Penelope. “Mr. King informed me of your arrival. There is a feast that await you.”“A feast? Just for me? You shouldn’t have, Ms. B. That is too much.” Penelope said, her words sh

“Shit!” Tristan cursed, holding his in pain. You messed with the wrong dude, man. Do you know who I am?” He asked, looking around. “I will sue your ass to court!” He shouted at the precinct. The officers all glared at him. “Lock him up right now!” He continued, ordering the policemen.Everyone just stared at him blankly and continued with their work.“Mr. Newmann… Mr, Young. I believe you can solve this outside the court.” The officer in charge said, looking bored.Freddy sat completely calm. There were only a couple of bruises on his face. He may not have the muscles but he was a martial artist. Also, he knew how to keep himself in shape.Tristan, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. There were multiple cuts and bruises. He had needed to support his jaw with his hand the whole ride to the precinct.The fight blew up at Hanson’s. Nathan and Killian had tried to stop the fight but the fight only got fiercer. They had no choice but to back up till the cops arrived.Who would ha

He retreated from Penelope’s door to his room. The briefcase was dumped on his bed. He dialled the contact that sent the message.‘The number you have dialled does not exist,” The machine answered.“Damn it!” He cussed. The number had just texted him. He hurled his phone at the wall. The device split into two with cracked screen. His knees bent backwards, sending him slumping on the bed.He held his face in his hands. The death of his wife continued to haunt him, no matter how much he wanted to move on.His mind drifted to the day of unfortunate accident.“The production department has shown an impressive 35% for the company. This was ranked as the greatest comeback we have ever seen. Investors from all over the world are sending mails for collaboration. They-” Ms. Flores had briefed him about the meeting but suddenly paused.A headline had popped up on her tab. Mrs. King, dead, amongst other passengers in a helicopter clash.“Ms. Flores?” Killian called, looking away from the docume