All Chapters of Being His Surrogate After Divorce.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

~ Two weeks later ~ The club was in full swing, with neon lights flashing on and off, loud music playing, and bodies moving to the beat on the dancefloor. But 25-year-old Simona was feeling the complete opposite of everything. However, she has managed to put on a strong facade to hide her inner turmoil. But judging by the way her best friend sitting across from her was looking at her with a worried expression, she realized she was doing a bad job at hiding her pain. “Cheers to finally getting divorced!” She suddenly exclaimed, lifting one of the glass shots in front of her up; she gulped it down, feeling high from the number of tequila shots she had already taken. That was the sixth or seventh shot she was taking, but it still hurts. She wants to forget, but everything reminds her of him, making it impossible for her to stop thinking about him. He had laid down his rules; she was to be his substitute and contract wife for two years; he would provide her with everything; he would

Diana's white sedan came to an abrupt halt in front of Anastasia. She has spent the entire night looking for Anastasia. She was worried and scared; she went through the footage of the club and saw Anastasia approach a man who took her away in his car, but since the distance was far, she couldn't make out the face of the man.She had to call Harold and tell him about what happened. Harold tried to keep her calm on the phone and told her he would take the next available flight and come, but Diana wasn't calm; she could sense the worry in Harold's voice. Would he be angry at her for taking Anastasia to the club? The thought made her heart skip a beat.She was only relieved when Anastasia called and asked her to come get her, but seeing Anastasia's haggard appearance now, all her worries surfaced again.“Anna! What happened to you?” Diana said getting out of the car and rushing towards her friend, who looked like she had been tortured. There were tiny bruises on her neck, shoulders, thig

Three hours earlier, Adrian exited his car and strolled into the company with a furious look on his face, exuding a menacing aura that made the employees in the reception instinctively shrink back in fear. On stepping inside the elevator, Adrian shoved his trembling, clenched fists into his pockets, struggling to keep his anger and mostly his frustration under control. Each breath he took was a battle. He had thought he would see Simona, or whatever her name is; he wanted to see her, but instead, he found only the chilling void of her absence, as if she had never existed at all. With a surge of emotion, he pulled his hand out and punched the unyielding metallic wall of the elevator, a guttural and exasperated groan escaping his lips. "How dare you, Simona!" he shouted, delivering another blow, his knuckles hurting and staining red against the metallic surface. “Sir, please, calm—” Michael began, standing nervously behind his boss, but his voice faltered under the weight of Adrian