All Chapters of Trapped As The Billionaire’s Surrogate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

BLAZEFaith froze. Her face went pale, and she was silent for a moment. I watched her closely, waiting for her to say something, anything. I didn’t want to see pity in her eyes, but I had to know how she was processing this.I chuckled slightly at her expression, the disbelief written across her face. I couldn’t help it; in that moment, she looked so innocent, so caught off guard. I found her reaction a little cute, even though the situation was anything but.But then, Faith spoke, her voice trembling. “So, your mom killed your dad, and everybody knows it, and they’re fine with it? They’re happily staying under the same roof?”Her words were raw, and I could feel her judgment, but I also understood her confusion. I wanted to reach out, to explain, but part of me was too afraid to admit how deeply the events of that night still haunted me.I smiled ironically, my eyes narrowing slightly, the bitterness creeping in. “Patience, my love,” I said, my voice dropping a little lower. “There’

FAITHThe rooftop was quiet, and the cool night air wrapped around us, giving me the clarity I needed. Blaze stood in front of me, waiting, his eyes full of uncertainty. He had just shared so much of his past with me—things I never imagined would be so hard to hear. But I wasn’t going to let the weight of his burdens pull us apart.I took a deep breath, stepping closer to him, my heart pounding in my chest. His pain was real, his fears were valid, but that didn't change how I felt.“I love you,” I whispered, the words feeling both freeing and heavy at the same time. His expression softened, but I could still see the tension in his eyes. “And you don’t have to worry about the future. About marriage or any of that. We can take it slow, untangle that web when you're ready.”His eyes flickered, searching mine as if trying to gauge my sincerity. I smiled, trying to ease his concerns. “For now, I would just be happy if you let me be your girlfriend.”Blaze's lips curled into a grin, a small

FAITHThe sun was setting as we pulled up to the DIY Jewelry Making shop. I could already feel the excitement bubbling up inside me. I’d always wanted to try my hand at making jewelry, and now that I was finally here, I was practically bouncing in my seat. Blaze, on the other hand, looked calm as ever, but I could see the slight curiosity in his eyes.“So,” I said, turning to him with a grin, “we’re really doing this. Jewelry making. How do you feel about getting creative with some shiny things?”He glanced at me, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’m just here to keep you company, Faith. But I have to admit, I’m curious to see how this goes.”I beamed at him, feeling giddy. "I’m so excited! I’ve always wanted to do this. Imagine, I could make us matching necklaces, or better yet, something with a personal touch. It’ll be fun, I promise."We got out of the car and made our way inside. The moment we entered the store, I was greeted by the sweet scent of lavender and van

FAITHFour months had passed, and yet, it still felt surreal—the life growing inside me, the late-night whispers, the stolen moments behind closed doors. But here we were, sitting at the long dining table, surrounded by family, acting like nothing had changed.The clinking of utensils and the occasional rustle of newspapers were the only sounds filling the silence. Breakfasts at the Weston estate were always like this—structured, quiet, disciplined. No unnecessary chatter. Everyone ate with precision, absorbed in their own thoughts.I sipped my juice, eyes darting toward Blaze, who sat across from me, seemingly unbothered, but I knew better. His fingers tapped rhythmically against his coffee cup, a habit I had come to recognize whenever he was deep in thought.Then, Grandfather cleared his throat. A simple gesture, yet it was enough to command everyone’s attention.“I’ve heard something about you two,” he started, his deep voice measured. He placed his utensils down with a quiet clink

BLAZEI was pouting.Not just pouting—full-on sulking.Elbows propped on my desk, fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood, I let out an exasperated sigh and leaned back against my chair, glaring at the laptop screen like it had personally offended me.The numbers on the project proposal meant nothing to me right now. The reports waiting for my review? Useless. The dozens of unread emails? Ignored.Because all I could think about was her.Faith.And the baby shower.And the absurd, utterly ridiculous fact that I wasn’t allowed to be there.It was my children. My girlfriend. And yet, I was supposed to just sit back and let everyone else celebrate without me? Where was the fairness in that?!I scowled and ran a hand through my hair in frustration, just as the door to my office swung open.Jared walked in, as casual as ever, holding a file under one arm and a cup of coffee in the other. His sharp eyes flicked toward me, immediately narrowing in suspicion. He knew me too wel