All Chapters of Trapped As The Billionaire’s Surrogate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

FAITHI stood outside Blaze’s study, hesitating for a moment before knocking. The sound of my knuckles on the heavy wood door echoed softly in the quiet hallway.“Come in,” his voice called, low and steady as ever.I pushed the door open, stepping inside. Blaze was seated at his desk, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, fingers flying across the keyboard of his laptop. He didn’t look up, his focus laser-sharp on whatever work had his attention.“Did you need something?” he asked, his tone clipped but not unkind.I lingered by the door, taking him in. Over the past few days, he’d been so absorbed in his work that the only times we’d seen each other were fleeting moments over breakfast. Even then, the conversation had been minimal. I hadn’t realized until now how much I’d missed his presence.“How did you know I needed something?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe with a playful tilt of my head.Blaze’s fingers paused for a fraction of a second before resuming their rapid pace.

FAITHI sighed, letting the tension slip from my shoulders as I settled into the chair opposite Blaze. His gaze, calm, met mine. The glass bottle of juice stood between us like a silent witness to whatever confession I was about to make.“If I’m going to tell you why I’m so hell-bent on revenge,” I began, the words tasting heavier than I expected, “I should probably start from the beginning—of how Austin and I started dating.”Blaze tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable but attentive. “Go ahead. I am listening.”I took a deep breath. “It was Austin who pursued me first. For months. Eight of them, to be exact. He was relentless—flowers, notes, even showing up to my classes with coffee.” A faint smile tugged at my lips, but it was bittersweet. “At first, I thought he was just messing around, you know? Guys like him don’t go after girls like me. I mean, Reagan’s type is more his speed—flashy, confident, perfectly polished.”Blaze’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, and h

 FAITHIt was almost too perfect.I crouched behind a sleek black sedan in the university parking lot, peering out cautiously. Reagan had just stepped out of her convertible, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement as she strutted across the lot like she owned the place. She paused when she saw Michael—or rather, Samuel.Michael had insisted on the whole “twin brother” plan, and to my surprise, it was working like a charm. Samuel Warner, research assistant extraordinaire, had conveniently appeared just when Reagan needed someone new to sink her claws into.“Hey,” Reagan called out, her voice carrying that si

FAITHThe room was a cacophony of blinking monitors, the hum of servers, and the faint, sterile scent of technology. My fingers flew across the keyboard, the glow of the screen reflecting on my face as lines of code and error messages blurred into an indecipherable mess.Behind me, Blaze paced like a caged lion, his energy taut with frustration. “What’s going on?” he asked, his voice slicing through the quiet urgency of the cyber room.I didn’t look up, my focus locked on the screen. “It’s malware,” I said, my tone clipped as I clicked through logs and protocols. “Sophisticated stuff, too. It’s embedded itself in your system and is actively copying sensitive data—employee details, financial records, client contracts. It’s all being extracted in real-time.”Blaze stopped pacing, his eyes narrowing. “Is it random, or…?”“It’s not random,” I interrupted, shaking my head. “This kind of malware doesn’t just show up out of nowhere. It’s precise, targeted. Someone placed it here on purpose

FAITHCuriosity bubbled up inside me, and without overthinking, I held the photo up to Blaze. “Who is she?”Blaze didn’t even glance up from whatever he was doing. “Probably some interview candidate or something,” he said dismissively.I frowned, studying the photo again. “No, this isn’t just some random picture. It’s laminated, Blaze. Look at it.”At my insistence, he finally looked up. The second his eyes landed on the photo, his entire demeanor shifted. His posture stiffened, and his eyes widened in surprise, maybe even alarm.“What is that picture doing here?” he muttered under his breath before striding over and snatching it out of my hand.I blinked at his abruptness but couldn’t help the teasing smile that crept onto my lips. “Ooh, is that your ex?”Blaze’s jaw tightened as he crumpled the photo in his hand and unceremoniously tossed it into the dustbin. “Doesn’t matter,” he said flatly.I raised an eyebrow, folding my arms across my chest. “Doesn’t matter?” I echoed, my voice