All Chapters of Surrogate Mother To A Contract Wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Scarlett’s POVI kicked my torn panties, a reminder of my shame out of the way as I swung my legs off the bed. Sooner or later, I knew that the maids would come in for cleaning. The embarrassment of them finding the thin fabric in pieces heated my cheeks. I picked up the pieces and stowed them away under the pillow. At least, for now until I decide what to do with them or find a proper way to dispose of them. Maybe I’d go out the back and stuff it deep in the refuse bag before the garbage guy came for it. That would be the best option. I knew the guy wouldn’t go looking for what was inside. It was obviously garbage. ‘But what if he did?’ I thought, and humiliation flooded me again. I pushed the thought out of the way, focusing on the positive. No one went looking into garbage bags except racoons. And human beings were not racoons.  I clicked on Aiden’s message again and fury burned through my bones again. If rage was like fire, then I was consu

Aiden’s POVI already had my fill of people for the day. I cracked my neck and stared at the computer screen. My eyes hurt from the glare of blue light from the screen, and I rubbed the bridge of my nose. It was well past evening, and the sun spread bloody fingers across the skies. After the meeting with the board, I managed to avoid Astrid and get back to my office without further incident. She came in a few moments later for a chat, but Matthew told her that I’d left. After looking through some of the emails I exchanged with my father, I started making notes on a plan to make sure that the disbursed funds got to the right people. At the moment, my plans were scrawled in sticky notes pasted all around my desk. It was best to go personally, not through an NGO, I realized. After finding out the embezzlement and money laundering schemes in my own company, I knew not to trust anyone again. People were capable of far more than we gave them credit f

Scarlett’s POV After calling in the people I know, nightfall was fast approaching. I knew Aiden was a stickler for routine, and would be home soon. Callie called me a few minutes ago, and told me that there were three openings at St Bonaventure. It was a big distance, but it offered several benefits in their payment package. If I wasn’t sitting here at Aiden’s luxury apartment, it might have been my dream job while I pursued getting my MSN degree. Not that it mattered anyway. I was scheduled for an online interview with the head of the HR department in a few days. And I was determined to ace it. It’s what I always wanted. Helping people was what drove me into nursing as a career, and it drove me still. Even when Aiden’s granny came over to the house, I was happy to take a look at her, to make her feel comfortable. Helping people was something innate, something I’d always loved doing since I watched my mother bandage my bruises and scrapes I had as a child. Knowing I could ma

Aiden’s POVI burst into laughter. “Terms? Rather foolhardy of you to think you have any say in this.” I watched her eyes shimmer in defiance, the dark green taking on a golden hue from the glow of the fireplace. I was thinking about last night, how those eyes darkened in pleasure. They seemed steeped in rage now, as if she wanted to tear me apart. I saw the shake in her frame, the anger spilling out of her pores. It was just like yesterday when she slapped my face, when only seconds before, it had been raw passion. It was starting to become strange how her moods change like this, like a kaleidoscope. “Foolhardy? What’s that even supposed to mean?” she asked, her voice raspy. “Foolish,” I replied, taking a seat back on the couch. “You want to work?” She nodded. “Yes, I want to.” “No.” “No?” There was a subtle inflection in her voice, coming out like a question and statement at the same time. She

Scarlett’s POVI was devastated. Watching Aiden leave at that moment was like someone wrenched my heart out and took it away. I knew in my heart that I could run after him, begging him to see reason. If it were someone else, I might have considered it. But Aiden Vilarez was a man whose heart couldn’t be changed. I took one look at his eyes when he spoke, and I made myself believe that he was a human being. I deluded myself into believing that he could feel my pain, my anger. I hated myself for entering this contract in the first place. It hurt that Aiden was right. I entered this deal of my own accord, and now, I was sinking. I could feel something crawling away in my skull, and the walls of the room started closing in on me. Bile rose in my throat, bitter and vengeful. My fingers tingled, and my heart raced. I was left to wander around the house aimlessly, but my legs remained rooted to the spot. I could feel the dread rising in the pit of my