All Chapters of Surrogate for the Billionaire Mafia: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MAEVE One moment, I was on the verge of escaping and the next, I'd been asked to wait in Maruska's room, naked and ready for him. I stood naked and as soon as he walked into the room, I covered my arm over my chest in a quest to cover my breasts from his view. He was yet to turn back to face me. A call had come in seconds ago and he was speaking in low tones with whoever was over the phone. I felt the evening chill wash down over my body. I was terribly annoyed that he had left me this way like I was an exhibition or a mannequin waiting for someone to notice it and clothe it. Or otherwise. I pushed from one side of her foot to the other as I waited for him to finally gaze upon me and when I heard the sound of his phone going to sleep, my heart lurched. He turned towards me, his eyes on mine as he drank me in. He was expressionless at first but then his eyes began to rake down my body with painstaking slowness. I stifled a yell of frustration, digging my fingers

MARINA My heels clicked against the wooden floors of the large salon. I peered out of the window, down at the city below. I was nothing, if not agitated about the near opportunity I'd just missed. Making my way over to the other side of the room, I grabbed a decanter of cognac and filled my square glass up before taking a huge gulp that left a burning sensation down my throat. Apparently, a mole had given law enforcement agencies a tip about how my organization was run. Thankfully, one of my guards had been smart enough to know beforehand and inform me. So for now, we are temporarily closed. The girls had been distributed to our smaller branches and asked to remain there until everything was settled. My fingers curled around the glass and tightened, almost snapping it into shards. If I was strong enough, it would have shattered under my grasp. A knock sounded on the door and I snapped my gaze towards it, brows furrowing as the door was pushed open.

MAEVE About two weeks had passed since my experience with Maruska. We rarely ever spoke to each other. He was suddenly cold to me and as much as that bothered me, I was glad I could be on my own. I had a little bit more freedom. I could walk around the mansion without any guard stopping me. Every one of my attempts at escaping only brought me closer to the realization that it wasn't going to be possible unless there was a divine intervention. And tonight, I decided to forget about my worries and sit with Irina who I had grown fond of over the weeks. Around Maruska, she was a mere maid, but with me, she was sort of an older friend who filled me in on the happenings of her life. It also helped me forget about my own problems and tonight, while she cleaned, I enjoyed a glass of wine and laughter. Maruska did not return tonight so I stayed up late until I was really sleepy before I went to bed. ——— The next morning, I woke up with a terrible headache. One which eve

MARUSKA Running businesses took a lot of risk. Sometimes, I did things I didn't want to do and other times, I only acted out of pure anger. And for Sergei's Bertha, it was pure rage. I felt no ounce of guilt. I didn't kill her. She brought it upon herself. Yuri sent a few men to clean up and the butler was taken care of. There was no need to worry about him. While all of these happened, I drank at a bar, staring into space and getting lost in my thoughts. On this day, my mother had taken her life. On this day, her dead body was found in her bed, and someone still died on this same day. Talk about bad luck. I chuckled to myself and shook my head. The last time I paid her a visit had to be two years ago. And it was on a random day that didn't fall on her memorial. In the past few years, whenever her memorial drew close, I found myself going into a depressive mode I couldn't get out of. What I did to escape it was traveling out of the country and re

MAEVE A day of playing detective, analyzing the mansion route and guards and any possible exit I may not have noticed before, all while action casual like my life wasn't about to go further down the drain had wrecked me so thoroughly that not even the thought that Maruska could return before I had a plan could keep me moving. But I knew I needed a way out before the truth got to him. Marina's deal was over a long time ago. There was no reward attached to this— I cringed at the mere thought. I wanted no part of anything involving Maruska and his finding out would mean the end of my escape plan. A damn mafia surrogate. Why can’t it be just me somewhere far, far away? Why can’t he just be unaware? But the doctor had been here, that alone would attract his attention. I knew Irina promised to keep the news from Maruska and had also promised to convince the doctor that we were going to relay the news to him ourselves, but what chances did we have against that.