All Chapters of Trapped As The Billionaire’s Surrogate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

  FAITHThe clock on the wall ticked steadily, its sound echoing in the stillness of my room. I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling as though the answers to my inner turmoil might magically appear there. They didn’t. Instead, my mind was consumed by two equally irritating things: my maddening craving for something utterly bizarre and my growing feelings for Blaze.It had been days since I’d last listened to his nightly summaries from the pregnancy book. My excuse was always the same—“I’m too tired, I just need to sleep.” But the truth was much messier. Spending those moments with him, watching his face soften as he explained things with surprising patience, fe

FAITHBlaze froze for a moment, his eyes widening slightly before his lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. He stepped closer, the warmth of his presence pulling me in. “Then I’d say, thank God,” he said, his voice low and rich. “It’d be much easier to offer myself to you than go find this odd dish.”I couldn’t help but grin, leaning back slightly and crossing my arms. “Then I definitely want the dish,” I shot back, the playful edge in my voice masking the way my heart was pounding.Blaze laughed, shaking his head. “You really like it the hard way, don’t you?”“Oh yeah,” I said with a wink. “Definitely.”He sighed dramatically, running a hand through his messy hair, the wayward strands catching the light. “Alright, alright,” he muttered. “I’m going to find it. See you in a bit.”I stretched out my legs on his bed, feigning nonchalance. “I’ll just lounge here for a bit,” I said, giving my calf a small rub. “My leg is cramping up.”Blaze glanced at me, his expression softening for

FAITHThe clink of silverware and the soft murmur of voices filled the room as I sat at the breakfast table, nibbling on my toast. I had gotten used to these family meals now. At first, I was nervous, unsure of how I would fit in with Blaze's family, but they had welcomed me without hesitation.Jessica's enthusiasm was infectious, and even though she sometimes hovered over her son a little too much, I could tell it was all out of love."So, Faith, how's your project going?" Jessica asked, her voice bubbly as usual. She leaned over the table, practically bouncing in her seat as she awaited my answer.I smiled, wiping a crumb off the edge of my lip. "It's going well, actually. It's been a lot of work, but I'm almost done with it.""That's wonderful!" she said, practically glowing. "But don’t stress much, it’s not good for the baby." I nodded. I could feel the warmth in the room, and it made me feel more at ease. Their family dynamic was different, but it was comforting in its own way.

FAITHI couldn't stop thinking about Blaze’s birthday. The idea of making it special for him lingered in my mind, like a quiet buzz that wouldn’t let me focus on anything else. What would he even like? He didn’t seem the type to appreciate a grand gesture or a surprise party, not like the way Jessica always tried to push him into celebrating.I needed to know more about him. I needed to figure out what would make him happy, even if he didn’t admit it. And that meant getting closer to him, observing him—without raising his suspicions.It was tricky, though. Blaze wasn't the type of person you could just casually observe without him noticing. But then again, who said I couldn’t have a little fun with this? Maybe I could sneak a peek into his world, into the things he liked, by simply sticking around more.And so, later that night, I found myself walking down the corridor toward his study. It was quiet, the house mostly asleep, the only sound being the soft tapping of my footsteps ag

FAITHThe whole morning passed in a haze. Hillary's words lingered in my mind like a dark storm cloud that refused to dissipate. Blaze’s life still revolves around her. Every time I thought about it, my chest felt tight, like there wasn’t enough air in the room.How could I have been so blind? I had let myself get swept up in this fantasy where I thought Blaze and I had something special, something real. But maybe I’d been wrong. Maybe I was just someone he tolerated, a distraction from the pain of his past.The plans I’d made for Blaze’s birthday—the excitement, the effort—now felt like a cruel joke. Was I just forcing my way into a place where I didn’t belong? Hillary’s words gnawed at my thoughts like an echo I couldn’t silence.He still feels for his first love.No matter how hard I tried to push the thought aside, it kept creeping back, wrapping itself around my heart and squeezing. The fantasy I had built in my head—the little moments, the laughter we shared—felt fragile now