All Chapters of Trapped As The Billionaire’s Surrogate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

FAITHI sat on the couch, my legs curled up beneath me as I laughed, the sound light and genuine, echoing through the spacious living room. It felt good—really good—to laugh like this again. To feel… normal.Austin leaned back, his arm draped casually over the back of the couch, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You remember that time we tried to bake cookies at my place?”I covered my mouth, stifling another laugh. “Oh my god. How could I forget? Your mom was ready to murder us.”Austin grinned, his teeth flashing. “In my defense, I didn’t know you were supposed to measure the flour.”I arched an eyebrow, giving him a playful shove. “You didn’t even use flour. You used powdered sugar, you idiot!”He threw his head back, laughing. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. All I know is, we created the sweetest disaster that kitchen has ever seen.”I smiled, my chest warming at the memory. “I think your mom is still finding bits of that dough in her cabinets.”Austin shook his head, chuckling. “Honestl

FAITHI lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the shadows shifting across the room as the moonlight filtered through the curtains. Sleep was a distant thought, completely out of reach, no matter how hard I tried to will it to come.My mind was too busy. Too loud. Too tangled in thoughts I didn’t want to confront.Blaze.His name floated through my mind, his face following right behind it. His intense eyes, his sharp jawline, his infuriating smirk that seemed to make my heart race for no good reason.I sighed, turning onto my side, hugging the pillow closer. What was I supposed to do with him?He liked me. He admitted that much. But of course, it had to be complicated. Because Blaze Weston didn’t do commitment. He didn’t do love. He didn’t do futures.All he wanted was… physical attraction. A casual relationship. A fling.I closed my eyes, my chest tightening. He liked me, but he didn’t want me. Not the way I wanted him to. Not the way I had dreamed about.And there was no future here. N

FAITHI stood by the window, my fingers grazing the cold glass as I stared outside, my mind miles away.Two weeks. It had been two weeks since that night. Two weeks since I saw him.My dad.I let out a slow breath, my chest tightening at the memory. He looked different—older, thinner, almost… broken.I shook my head, trying to push the thought away, but it clung to me, haunting me every night since then. I thought I could just forget about it, forget about him, forget about everything he did. But… I couldn’t.Not when he looked like that. Not when he looked like he had already lost everything.A small, bitter smile tugged at my lips. Serves him right. After everything he did to me, to my mom… he deserved to lose everything.But… even though I knew that, even though I felt that… I still couldn’t get him out of my head.Why? Why did I care? Why was I even thinking about him?I closed my eyes, leaning my forehead against the cold glass. I thought I hated him. I thought I never wanted to

FAITHThe alley was dark and narrow, shadows dancing along the cracked brick walls. Trash littered the ground—crumpled newspapers, empty bottles, and cigarette butts scattered like forgotten memories.A damp, musty scent hung in the air, mixed with the faint, nauseating stench of rotting garbage.The buildings on either side were old and crumbling, their facades smeared with graffiti, their windows shattered and boarded up. I could hear faint whispers echoing from somewhere, voices muffled by the thick walls, fading in and out like ghosts haunting the ruins.The air was cold, biting, swirling around me as I walked, my shoulders tensing involuntarily. It was dark, the kind of darkness that swallowed you whole, where shadows blurred into each other, hiding whatever lurked within. My heart raced, my pulse echoing in my ears, my feet moving quickly, carefully, over the cracked pavement.I could feel Blaze behind me, his presence solid and reassuring, his footsteps steady, his body close

FAITHTime slowed down.The bottle came hurtling toward me, the jagged glass glinting in the dim light, my father’s face twisted with rage, his eyes wild, unfocused. I stood frozen, my body locked in place, my heart pounding, my breath caught in my throat.I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was watch as the bottle swung toward me, the room spinning around me.And then, suddenly—A shadow moved in front of me, fast and strong, blocking the blow, shielding me from the attack. I heard the sickening crunch of glass shattering, the sharp sound echoing through the room.Blaze.His back was to me, his body solid and unyielding, his shoulders squared, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me into his chest. He held me close, his heart pounding against mine, his grip firm, protective.I felt his body tense, his muscles coiled like steel, his breathing hard and fast. His head turned slightly, his eyes blazing with fury as he looked at my father. “You touch her again,” he growl