All Chapters of Surrogate for the Billionaire Mafia: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1.

MAEVE The last octave of my song rattled the chandeliers in the ceiling of the club, earning whistles and yells of approval from my audience. The audience was mostly made up of all types of moral deficit, violent, and mentally unstable rich men. Most of whom were doing sketchy and criminal business in the cover of the shadows. The only women among them were either held against their will, or sex workers slithering between tables to earn their next paycheck. Of course, there was the occasional lady with dark makeup and fur coats who ran her own dealings and was as vicious as any of the men, but that was a rare sight in this shady world the club catered to. Here, we ladies were considered nothing but eye candy. As a lawyer, my thoughts on that are obvious, but as long as they're getting my bills paid, I couldn't care less. The music ended, and cheers followed. I stood straight, with a derisive curl of my lips, soaking in their praise. In 7-inch heels, on the raised platfo
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Chapter 2.

MAEVE Zhenya fucking Sonchev was right across from me. A sickening sensation filled my belly, seeing my ex-boyfriend's face again. Instantly, my unlit cigarette clattered to the floor, and I shrank deeper into the shadows. My heart thudded wildly, thinking he had spotted me. But he hadn't. No, he was too busy grinning and laughing like a maniac, walking towards the entrance with his equally creepy friend. He shrugged off his leather jacket to reveal the toned physique under his shirt, no doubt flaunting for the ladies hanging around the building. I hated him. He had done the same thing while we were still together. Playing mind tricks on me, and humiliating me in front of other girls. His smile, which I used to think was dreamy, filled me with nothing but disgust. That face I thought was handsome, was completely obnoxious. We had met in this club, just like this. I, finishing up my performance, and he strutted in, all arrogant like the Sonchev he was. Only back then, I
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Chapter 3.

MAEVE “Watch it, you damn bitch!” “Oh, put a damn sock in it, granny!” I spat back at the middle-aged man honking his car at me after I cut past him in my hurry. Sure, I had taken a risk, but the old fart had no idea what was at stake here. Not that I expected him to. He was probably experiencing a midlife crisis. Moments later, I swerved into a particularly tight parking space in the garage, throwing all caution to the wind. It was close to noon at this point, despite me practically jumping into the shower and throwing some clothes on at breakneck speed. Taking one precious second to check my reflection in the rearview mirror, I adjusted my wavy sandy-brown hair styled into a french bob. I had no time to conceal the shadows under my bright green eyes, so I looked exactly like my situation. A mess. I ran out of the car and towards the elevator, only to find out that it was out of service. “Shit.” I turned towards the stairs instead. “Ivanov!” My supervisor boo
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Chapter 4.

MAEVE Who would have thought there was a seedy underground casino tucked away beneath one of Russia's biggest tourist traps? Getting inside was easy enough once Marina filled me in … I just flashed a nice smile and greased the bouncer's palm with some cash. Not much of a bargain. It had been nine days since I accepted Marina’s proposal. Things had moved fast: tests to ensure the supposed mafia heir would be in good hands, checking my ovulation period, and now it was up to me to get Maruska within these seven days which I wished would all end in one night. I descended the stairs, the air growing thick with cigar smoke and the reek of desperate misery. This place made the club’s underground seem like a kindergarten playroom. Dangerous men in expensive suits prowled around the dimly lit tables, eyes hungry for their next big score. Two giant slabs of muscle hauled a briefcase from a table near me and stalked toward the right end, onto small stairs, and into a private b
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Chapter 5.

MAEVE I tried not to let his piercing blue eyes or overall dangerous aura get to me. No man should have this effect, married or not. But he was the devil himself given flesh, a temptation I knew better than to dare submit to. Maybe I should just return to Marina and be done with this charade. But then one of those wickedly arched brows quirked upwards in silent question, and I found myself awaiting whatever would come out of his mouth next. “Megan,” he stated flatly, not offering his full name or identity. Too late, I knew exactly who he was. “Megan..." I repeated, letting the word drag slowly from between my red lips as I deliberately adopted a coy stance. "And I'm supposed to tell you where I'm… feeling parched?” He laughed; a low, deep, rich sound that stroked something inappropriately raw within me. He looked like he might say something, but his bodyguard chose that moment to lean in and urgently murmur something in his ear. Megan's brow twitched slightly before
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Chapter 6.

MARUSKA Relaxed in my chair, I gazed at the array of photographs scattered like a macabre collage on my desk while the rain pounded relentlessly outside. A large cigar smoldered between my fingers as tendrils of smoke curled lazily in the air They were all images of the same woman – Maeve Ivanov. Captured performing at that seedy club, her lithe form clad in scandalously revealing outfits. Too tempting. Others at the law firm she worked at like a decent citizen by day. My men left no stone unturned in unveiling her double life. A harsh laugh tore from me. Fuck. I laughed again. Then clapped the cigar between my lips. Maeve Ivanov, twenty-four years old, a struggling lawyer saddled with student loans, and a singer leading a double life in the shadowy underbelly of the city. How deliciously ironic that my wife, Marina, had chosen this seemingly ordinary girl as a pawn in her twisted game – paying her to seduce me and bear my child, all in a misguided attempt to conceal
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Chapter 7.

MAEVE I sat in the back of the cab, fingers stroking the edge of Maruska's card. Marina had called for me but didn't bother explaining why. Typical. My fingers pressed harder, and I hissed when the edge cut my flesh, but no blood came. I glanced at the driver, then my eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. Just then, my heart lurched as I caught sight of the motorbike tailing us. Twisting around, I cursed under my breath at the helmeted rider. "Step on it!" I snapped at the cabbie. He scowled. "You want cops on our asses?" It was Zhenya. I know. That obsessive prick had found me again. "Son of a bitch!" How long had this lunatic been following me? I shoved Maruska's card back into my bag and grabbed for my phone. But then the cab jerked to a violent stop, my phone clattering underneath the seat, Zhenya's bike had skidded in front of us, blocking our path. He took off his helmet, tossing it onto the seat. The cabbie got out, opening his mouth to protest, but Zhenya sla
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Chapter 8.

MAEVE I placed my leg on the plush stool in front of the mirror, slowly belting the sleek black lingerie into place. Watching myself, I took in every detail … the way the soft lace hugged my curves, the sheen of my skin, the rise and fall of my chest with each breath. Fuck, I was nervous. Sliding my leg off the stool, I stepped into the slinky black dress that had been delivered along the lingerie, pulling it up to my thighs before shimmying it over my hips. The soft material caressed my body as I tugged it into place, admiring the way it clung to my figure in the mirror's reflection. I was… different. Beautiful. I always, but this… I picked the lipstick and painted my lips a deep berry red, carefully lining and filling them in. My eyes followed the brush's path, watching as color bloomed across my mouth. When I was satisfied, I leaned back, taking in the full effect – eyes smokey, cheekbones sculpted, lips a lush pout. I exhaled, watching myself in the mirror. A
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Chapter 9.

MAEVE "I...uh..." I stammered, feeling heat rush to my cheeks. I definitely didn't have a good excuse for snooping around this very obvious red den of debauchery. Maruska slowly entered the room, his eyes narrowing as he took in the blindfold and belt I had been reaching for so foolishly. A smirk played across his lips. "Couldn't resist taking a peek, could you?" He purred. "I have to admit, I'm a little surprised at your… boldness." I opened and closed my mouth uselessly, at a total loss for words. My throat felt dry as a desert as Maruska prowled closer, looking very much like a predator cornering his prey. “I’m… sorry..." I stepped back reflexively. He smiled. “That hardly shows remorse. At least face the consequences..." I swallowed. A mafia—powerful just as dangerous and I might have gotten on his wrong side, and now, now he would probably kill me just like they do to all who snoop where they weren't meant to… My heart was in bad shape just from watching
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Chapter 10.

MAEVE There would be no avoiding the questioning to come. Anya's face was a mask of careful neutrality, but I could see the probing assessment in her eyes as she took in my disheveled appearance, no doubt putting the pieces together. I steeled myself as I turned to her, if only to hide the shame that felt like acid coursing through my veins. "Well?" One arched brow conveyed her expectant demand for an explanation. I sighed. “You shouldn't be here this late, Anya. Why are you out at this hour? I never even gave you…” "You expect me to sleep peacefully after you ended our call like that?" She folded her arms dramatically, eyeing the spot where the car had dropped me off. "Maeve, your location was screaming danger, only to be ceremoniously deposited by some suspicious vehicle? Care to explain?” Mentally exhausted, I wasn't in any condition to fend off her tenacious questioning tonight. But I also owed Anya the truth – she cared, truly cared about my wellbeing. "It's
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