All Chapters of Trapped As The Billionaire’s Surrogate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

FAITHThe sound stopped me in my tracks—a sad, haunting melody that seemed to float through the corridor like a ghost. The soft yet deliberate notes of a piano filled the air, each one carrying a weight of unspoken pain. I felt the music reach inside me, tugging at emotions I couldn’t quite name. It was the kind of tune that made the world seem quieter, slower, as if it demanded your full attention.My curiosity drew me toward the source. Peeking through the door of the music club, I found the room dimly lit, the air tinged with an almost sacred stillness. At the piano sat a figure I recognized instantly, even from behind.His chestnut curls fell slightly over his neck, catching the faint light. His broad shoulders, tense but steady, moved subtly with the rhythm of his playing. Austin’s fingers glided over the keys, his touch tender but deliberate, like he was pouring his soul into every note.I stepped inside, the sound of my footsteps almost nonexistent against the wooden floor.

FAITHThe restaurant was bustling with life, the low hum of conversation and the clinking of cutlery filling the air. The elegant chandeliers cast a warm glow across the room, and the view from the top floor was absolutely breathtaking. Lights from the city below sparkled like scattered diamonds, making everything feel magical.Blaze and I were seated at a cozy table by the window, giving us the best vantage point to take it all in. I toyed with my fork, trying not to look as impressed as I felt.“This place is fancy,” I said, raising an eyebrow at Blaze. “I mean, who knew you had such exquisite taste?”He smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Exquisite taste? I’m pretty sure you picked this place, Faith.”I waved a hand dismissively. “Details. What matters is that you actually brought me here. I half-expected you to flake.”“Flake? Me?” Blaze put a hand to his chest in mock offense. “I’m hurt. You really think so little of me?”I gave him a teasing grin. “I don’t think little of you

FAITHThe room seemed to shrink as everyone’s attention turned to the center of the drama. My hand tightened around Blaze’s arm, and he leaned closer to murmur, “Looks like your ex is about to have the night of his life.”“Shh,” I hissed, unable to look away.Austin’s face was a thunderstorm of rage, and his movements were erratic as he threw a handful of glossy photos onto the table in front of him.The pictures scattered like fallen leaves, and from where I stood, I could make out snippets of what they depicted—Reagan and Samuel, also known as Michael, in various settings.In one, they were seated across from each other at a dimly lit restaurant, Samuel leaning forward with a smile, Reagan looking like she was listening intently. In another, they were in the same car, parked in what looked like a secluded spot. There was one of them laughing together behind the campus building, her hand on his arm, and another in a parking lot, where Samuel was holding the car door open for her. No

FAITHI let out a laugh, waving off Blaze’s earlier comment as if it was the most ridiculous thing I’d ever heard. “Obviously, you were acting. I mean, me being your girlfriend is a whole pretense to begin with.”Blaze let out a low, almost imperceptible sound. “Huh. Right,” he muttered, his tone so quiet it barely reached me.I didn’t dwell on it, though, as I gestured to our table. “Let’s continue eating.”He raised an eyebrow, amused. “You really did come here to eat.”“Obviously.” I flashed him a grin. “I mean, being here in front of Austin at this exact moment was part of the plan, but hey, the food? That’s a crucial part of it too.”Blaze chuckled, shaking his head as he picked up his fork. “I get the food part, but honestly? I don’t even get what you’re doing at this point.”I shrugged, spearing a piece of the now slightly cold filet mignon on my plate. “It’s simple, really. I’m just giving them a taste of their own medicine.”Blaze leaned back in his chair, one eyebrow arched.

FAITH“Yeah,” I murmured, the sight stealing my breath. “It feels like we’re driving straight into a painting.”Blaze smiled, and his tone turned mischievous again. “See? Aren’t you glad I insisted on the drive? I knew my idea was better than touching grass.”I laughed, the sound mixing with the wind as it tousled my hair. “Okay, fine. I’ll give you this one. The beach beats grass any day.”Blaze smirked, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel. “I knew you’d come around. I always win in the end.”I shook my head, my laughter fading into a warm smile. “You are ridiculous, you know that?”“And yet, here you are,” he said with a playful wink, his tone dripping with confidence.I rolled my eyes, unable to fight the grin spreading across my face. As the waves grew louder, signaling our proximity to the shore, I found myself relaxing in a way I hadn’t in ages. There was something oddly comforting about Blaze’s banter—his ability to turn even the most ordinary moments into